Someday...

     Someday I would love to make my house look pretty again. To have everything properly wiped down, dusted, mopped, swept, and shined. All at the same time.

     Someday I would love to have a nice healthy supper, and Noah's favorite apple pie fresh from the oven to let him know that I really do still love him. 

     Some day I want to have a clutter-free house. No box of papers or stashed away things in funny corners that nobody else can see. At home, these things would have gone to live in Mom and Dad's room for them to take care of. Now that's my room, and its perplexing. 

     Someday, I want to be able to decorate my own house. Not everybody else's where I need to use the nails that somebody else put up for their things that are completely in the wrong spots for mine. I want to bang my own holes in the walls and not have it matter. (I'm not complaining, Danae :))

     Someday I want to know what the problem is every time Kathryn cries, and keep a better handle on my own attitude when she decides its jolly well playtime after her 5:00 a.m. feeding. 

     Someday I want to get over this fear that if I take Kathryn outside, she will get deathly ill and die and it will all be my fault. 

     Someday I want to be able to actually study for Sunday School. Not read the email that lists 15 passages, laugh out loud at the thought of actually getting anything profound to share. Actually to read them, study them, and do my own thinking. 

So it is Christmas

 Its December. Did you know that? I'm finding it a little hard to comprehend. Maybe its because I did most of my Christmas decorating in November, even before Thanksgiving.  Some of my family came down for a visit two weeks before Thanksgiving and helped put up the tree. We put it in front of the living room window, where it drove me crazy because it took up half the space. So one evening, Noah invited Lance for supper, and they moved the tree and rearranged the couches while I stood and directed the show. I'm much happier with these results.

Last weekend, Noah and I went Christmas shopping in Duluth, and got everything on our list. We went to the Texas Roadhouse for an early supper with Lance, Amy, Kristine, Ben, Benny, and Chadwick. The place is super noisy. We were gonna go to Bentleyville that evening to see the lights, but we got stuck in traffic up on I-35 and it would have taken long to get in, and Kathryn had had it with her car seat. Some other time, I guess.

In three weeks we are planning to go to Canada for Christmas. It'll be the first trip up since we got married. I am dreading the drive, but looking forward to being up there and seeing everybody. Last weekend we did a sort of 'trial' trip by going to Noah's parents place for the weekend. Kathryn did wonderfully. I was so proud of her. On the way home I told Noah that it would be OK if she cried for the whole next day, cause she had been so good. The problem was that God heard that.

In the last few weeks, Kathryn has smiled real smiles, and is paying much more attention to life. She gets completely mesmerized by the lights on the tree. Its so much fun to watch her:) We started putting 3-6 month clothes on her, and the poor baby is only 7 weeks old. She's growing fast!