Owl

Alex drew an owl today in art:

  
He told me he didn’t have time to finish it.

I told him I really like it, and that owls mean wisdom, and that too often I don’t let my lesson finish to gain all the wisdom I could.

You try really hard, mom.

That’s why I love that boy.

This morning was almost perfect, with me waking at 5, long before the alarms, giving me time for serious scripture study and ponderizing before even the baby was awake.  I got the kids all up, dressed, hair fixed, teeth brushed, and medicine dosed out in time to get to walk the kids to school. We kept going after that, doing the long three mile route, partly because it was a beautiful morning and partly to avoid cancerness.

I did early homeschool with the preschoolers before taking them to their preschool, which they were not thrilled about attending after being gone a week.

Work was intense after being gone and doing paperwork from the weekend and dealing with seven new admits all at once.

Hard work is worth a lunch date, though!

   
    
 
(Notice in the top picture she holds the bottle with her right foot but not her left.)

I barely finished a late night in time to pick up kids, and literally met Nathan on a street as we jumped out of cars to trade vehicles s I could have car seats and pick up kids while he went to play solo violin at the high school for a program there.

We had family home evening, popcorn as a treat, and cuddled as we got everyone tucked in.  Then I did dishes and mopped floors and made sure our bills are all paid for the month.

Then I tended to this fussy baby who doesn’t feel well at all, but is trying so hard, and who has a marathon of appointments in the next two weeks: pulmonologist, cardiologist, neurologist, etc.  A lot could chance with her in these weeks, but something has to change. She is trying so hard to breathe, and really struggling.

  
In the meantime, we somehow also managed to get adoption petitions signed today, so should get a court date confirmed any moment and it looks like the boys will get sealed to us on Halloween.

Of course they will.

It all makes perfect sense, really.

Because that’s how weird our life has become, these six years since I got baptized.

  

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About Emily

I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since 2009. I serve as a Chaplain, and work as a counselor. I got bilateral cochlear implants in 2010, but will always love sign language. I choose books over television, and organics over processed. Nothing is as close to flying as ballroom dancing - except maybe running, when in the solo mood. I would rather be outside than anywhere else, especially at the river riding my bike or kayaking. PhD in Marriage and Family Therapy, and currently doing a post-doc in Jewish Studies and an MDiv in Pastoral Counseling. The best thing about Emily World is that it's always an adventure, even if (not so) grammatically precise. The only thing better than writing is being married to a writer. Nathan Christensen and I were married in the Oklahoma City temple on 13 October 2012, and have since fostered more than eighty-five children. We have adopted the six who stayed, and are totally and completely and helplessly in love with our family. Nathan writes musical theater, including "Broadcast" (a musical history of the radio) and an adaption of Lois Lowry's "The Giver". He served his mission in South Korea, has taught song-writing in New York City public schools, and worked as a theater critic for a Tucson newspaper. This is not an official Web site of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

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