Gratitude Week--Post #1

I'm too exhausted for a very thoughtful post. Refer back to last Monday's "weary mind" reference. Unluckily for us, Hyrum threw up all night Saturday night. I still think, two days and one night later, that it was too much junk at the park with cousins Saturday night, but that doesn't make things any easier.

And following in the wake of puke: Baby had her roughest night yet last night. Luckily, Brad relieved me at 4 am so I could sleep until the kids needed to be up at 6:15. Two nights in a row of no sleep is enough to throw anyone for a loop, isn't it?

Hopefully tomorrow I will be coherent enough for a real post on gratitude. Let me just begin with these two items I am thankful for:

After five different bouts with vomit in four hours, I was still uttering a small prayer of gratitude under my breath, "Heavenly Father, I am so thankful that I have a washer and dryer." And I meant it.


And, of course, for Baby Eve. I feel like I'm not enjoying her as much as I should most of the time because I'm so bone-tired, but I am so grateful for this blessing in my life and in our home. She is truly a doll.

In case you can't tell from these pictures, she LOVES the bath. More than my other kids, I think (but I don't remember all that well--I'm kinda old now).


Yes, those are ugly dishcloths on my baby. But they are clean. (Note to self: buy new dishcloths for photo ops.)




And when she's awake, she is WIDE awake. Her eyes get so big and she tries to process everything in her sight.
Could it be? Will her eyes stay blue? It couldn't be. You've seen the rest of us, right?

Post-script: So much for my "food poisoning" theory. The school just called. Lily is on her way home--she just threw up. Which straw is going to break my back? I hope this isn't the one.