Sugar Pea

I'll confess that lately my impulse has been to scream.

Not because the roller coaster is going too fast.

Because it feels like it's stalled on the tracks.

Birth Dad has been a source of extreme frustration.

He does just enough toward his goals to be annoying.

But not enough to make much progress.

He shows up for Sugar Pea's visits about 1/3 of the time.

When he doesn't show up--he calls and claims he is running late.

Which means I have to wait 30 minutes for him.

Sitting in a van with five restless children for 30 minutes is not my idea of a good time.

The next court date is in about two weeks.

Praying for a miracle!!!!!

Impulse Purchase

I went to a local roadside farm market yesterday to get some tomatoes for fresh eating--since mine are refusing to ripen.

I saw these giant cheerful sunflowers, and couldn't resist.

Makes my kitchen seem brighter somehow.

Jesus Loves The Little Children....

My two year old's version of the song.......

"Jesus loves the little children

All the children of the world

Black and blue and red and white

They are "preshus" in-is-sight"

I've corrected him over and over, but he still sings it this way, and it never fails to bring a smile to my face. :)

Talking To My Tomato Plants

I've been talking to my tomato plants lately.  

They are LOADED with lovely green tomatoes.

But, none of them are turning red.

Unlike my "ever-ripening" middle they seem content to stay little and green.

I've told them I have a baby coming in about two months.

And that I want to start canning tomatoes soon.

I feel this urgency in the very center of my being that the clock is ticking.

I have this list that I'm trying to check off "before baby."

But my tomato plants apparently aren't listening. 

Picking Beans

I'm working on green beans today.

I picked about half of the six rows that I planted so unwisely this spring.

My sweet husband picked the other half.

As I was picking I started thinking about how cranky it makes me to do this.

I like to garden......but I have this problem in my mind.

When I'm planting my garden it always seems urgent to plant LARGE amounts of green beans.

Those rows don't look long at all when I'm placing the seeds in the soft soil.

They don't even look long when the baby bean plants start poking their innocent little heads out of the ground.

But, oh, when the beans are hanging thick, and the sun is hot...........

I try to think about all the people in other countries who don't have enough to eat, and how much they would appreciate my beans.

But the only feeling I can conjure up is a vague wish that those far away people would come pick my beans for me.

I know my family will enjoy the green beans this winter, and I'm grateful for them.

But if any of you are around next spring when I'm planting my garden...............

Please remind me to not plant so many green beans.

The Home Stretch

I've officially entered the third trimester of this pregnancy, and so far it has been pretty uneventful.

I'm getting larger, and more off-balance--I feel a little like Humpty Dumpty.

My emotions have been a little more out of control lately--so if you see me sniffling don't be worried.

The weird thing is I laugh at stuff almost as much as I cry--something will strike me funny, and my family sits and stares at me like I'm slipping over the edge of sanity.

Heartburn is almost a daily occurrence for me, and my bottle of Tums is my constant companion.

I have a fairly good supply of energy, and feel pretty good most of the time.

So, I'm curious, if you have ever been pregnant, or currently are pregnant, what do you remember about your third trimester?  (Besides labor and delivery.)

Feet

I never wear shoes if I can help it.

Even in the winter--I go barefoot inside.

I think part of the reason for this is that very few shoes feel truly comfortable to me.

(Especially not dress shoes.)

Sometimes I think that shoe company's make them that way on purpose. :)

Do you like to go barefoot?