Things I Could Do Without

I wonder why people just don't have any tact sometimes. Why do people just have to spill whatever is on their minds without regard to the receiver of the comment? I'd imagine every woman who has been pregnant has their fair share of things to complain about. Rightly so. I certainly do.

A couple of things I could do without (I may add more later, but am too tired to remember):
1. Comments about how big I've gotten. "Oh my, you sure are blossoming, aren't you." "You're really out there now, huh." (that was just this morning as I ran into Little Miss Sunshine's service coordinator on our way into the Early Intervention group). Or how about, "Wow, you are REALLY big."(last weekend from an in-law at a birthday party). Um, no kidding, but you're STILL bigger than me buster (I wanted to say, but bit my tongue). Why can't people just leave it at, "Hope you are feeling well. How are you doing these days?"

2. Sleepless nights. I thought these ended once your child supposedly slept through the night. That happened a long time ago, but why is it that a 2.3 year old suddenly needs me three times in the middle of the night to sing yet again, "High On a Mountain Top" or "I Am a Child of God"? At least she's requesting uplifting songs I suppose. If it isn't her waking me up, it's Guitar Daddy desperately trying to get to work early. Um, excuse me, I'm trying to sleep here! Finally, it's just not easy to sleep anymore, period. Perhaps I am in training for the weeks ahead when I really don't get any sleep.

Good Morning Mary Sunshine

Each day in one my preschool classes we sang a song at morning meeting called, "Good Morning Mary Sunshine" Just a way of checking in and seeing who was there each day.

"Good morning Mary Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine,
Good morning Mary Sunshine, who are you?" (point to child who then says his/her name).

For a time we sang this in nursery at our circle -time. Tonight I overheard Little Miss Sunshine singing while laying in bed.

"Good morning Mary Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine, Good Morning Mary Sunshine who are you? ------." (I love how she added in an extra sunshine).

"Good morning Mary Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine, Good Morning Mary Sunshine who are you? Lambie." (Her favorite stuffed buddy.)

"Good morning Mary Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine, Good Morning Mary Sunshine who are you? Water" (there's a cup of water on her nightstand)

"Good morning Mary Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine Sunshine, Good Morning Mary Sunshine who are you? Wall. "

Wall? That one really got me. At least she's aware of her surroundings!

Forward Progress

Just let me show you why it has taken so long to get Little Miss Sunshine's room in order. Here's a before picture.


I know, I know, cringe. I can't believe that we had a room like that either. Our home is generally tidy, but.... I suppose it all just accumulated over time while not using that room. Perhaps part of it had to do with getting our bathroom redone and losing the linen closet. You can see piles of clohtes and books awaiting a trip to the salvation army, bathroom linens and supplies with no home, scrabook supplies, and more. Well, since my main goal of the year is creating a house of order, we're on our way. The process of putting together this new bedroom created about 5 other organizational projects along the way (which are all still in process, naturally).

Although the room calls for artwork, photos, book shelves, and furniture to be refinished (which was mine growning up and my mother's before), it is habitable with clean bedding and new blinds in place. Hurray for Little Miss Sunshine taking a nap in her new bed! Oh, and the green walls aren't as shocking in real life- they're much more muted.

Service in Small and Simple Ways

I'm quite behind in posting pictures from my vacation in New Smyrna Beach a few weeks back and have some other thoughts on mind to share as well, but frankly, I have just not been motivated to do so. However, today I would like to thank my friend smartmama for her continuous generosity. I know what she does is just part of her and what she does, probably not a big deal, but it means a lot to me. I've been thinking of one of my favorite quotes by Sir. Walter Scott, "The Little Things are Infinitely the Most Important". Lately I've been thinking about charity and serving others. I know many who are such supreme examples of this and that I look up to and wish I were there, on that same level. However, I have to remind myself that we give in different ways and how one person serves and touches the lives of others, may not be the same way I do. We each have different talents and ways of sharing. I suppose the important thing that we do do is serve.