Saturday night Will and I had a date planned for the Old Rivers End, the nicest restaurant on the island. While I was getting all dolled up I began to have pain around my ankle/foot. By the time our favorite babysitter came in I was hopping to the door. Now Old Rivers End is not named that for nothing. It takes a go 30 plus minutes to get there around curves and mountains and over rivers and around bays. My foot was throbbing, my toes were going numb, and I could feel the warmth of blood flowing to my foot. Will thinks I just can't take pain, maybe I can't, but I was holding back tears. Just lightly brushing my finger across the top of my injured foot was excrutiating. Onward we went. A night out with my man and uninterrupted conversation is worth the pain. We made it and I hobbled to our table. We enjoyed halibut poppers and fish tacos. Delicious! So glad I wore a dress, it was so appropriate to have my leg propped on the chair beside me. By the time we left, Will had to carry me from the entrance of the restaurant to the vehicle and from the vehicle into our home. I immediately took Ibufrofin, changed into comfy cloths, propped my foot up and Will put ice on my ankle. It was quite romantic being carried and all. The ironic thing was Will was leaving the next day for a short deployment. Too late to find a replacement. Praise the Lord by the middle of the night I could walk partially on my foot. By morning I knew I was good because the Ibuprofin wore off and I was able to walk without assistance.
Sunday was a blur as I limped to church with our munchkins, came home ate, nap time, dinner, and the blessed hours until our children fell asleep. They consisted of Honey Bear whining, Ian screaming and crying, and Ailish whining and screaming protest. I tried putting Ian to bed first. That didn't work. So, I tried putting Ailish down and fed Ian. That did not work. So, I then tried feeding Ian in Ailish's bed hoping she would lay down because I was there. Nope, she wanted to "nurse" her baby too. Finally, Ian asleep, I put him to bed and come back to Ailish. I ended up with her head to my nose and forehead in a colision. Ailish sitting on my head, that hurt! I some how fell asleep before her and woke up to her tossing and turning. I left the room. She slept through the night and Ian got up 4 times.
Monday morning. Success, Ailish fed, mommy showered, and dog walked. When I got Ian out of the pack n play he was crying. I pulled off his pajama pants just to have pooh go flying towards me. Poop was escaping from the side of his diaper! Great way to say "Good Morning!" Meanwhile Ailish says, "I want Daddy." Picks up my phone and calls daddy. Poor daddy was trying to sleep it was 7am! I found out later he tried to talk to her. Glad he probably heard me explain that daddy is at work etc etc. Then I realized she had the phone and had actually successfully called him. The day consistent of catching Ian getting into things he should not (speaking of the night before he stuck corn and cereal in his mouth that I had to fish out). He crawled his way in between the toilet and the counter knocking over the trash can and had the cloth diaper sprayer next to him. A second later I think there may have been toilet water all over the bathroom and Ian. Thankfully, Ailish and I made it just in time. Ian also enjoyed chewing on electrical wires and putting whatever he found into his hands and sometimes his mouth. Ailish was a big help with laundry and walking the dog while Ian took his long morning nap. After lunch and Ailish's nap it was time to get out of the house! I was about to explode! I seriously felt like kick boxing. An unhappy Ailish is very unpleasant. She really misses her daddy. We had fun at the playground and took a short walk. After unloading the kids into the house I was determine to put my words into action. Pastor Paul on Sunday preached a good sermon on James 2 starting in verse 14 about faith without works is nothing etc. Wish I could explain it better, but it made me think of how I had told our neighbor 2 weeks ago that I would give her coffee that Will had roasted and how I needed to act. So, I grounded up the roasted beans and put it in a pretty glass canning jar and put a ribbon around it. Ailish and Ian came in tow. Right up the stairs and gave it to her. Today was her birthday. Talk about God's perfect timing! Her hubby is out on the boat. So, I know it must have been special to be given something. But that is not all, she told me to wait because she had something for me too. She gave me homemade salmonberry jam without the seeds in a matching pretty glass canning jar. I tell this because we should not worry about giving our best. God always provides. We shall not fear. Silly, me worrying about giving away a pretty jar, silly me worrying that I should have tried to make seedless salmonberry jam because Will prefers it that way. God provides and he knows our inmost thoughts. Pretty awesome and an Awesome God we serve! The night ended sweetly with only a few bumps. Ailish bath dried and diapered. Honey Bear barked at the UPS guy delivering Ailish's kitchen. Ian bath diapered and dressed. Then I dressed Ailish fed Ian and put him to bed. Ailish and I then opened her packaged and played kitchen for about an hour had a snack and flossed and brushed our teeth together. We then walked Honey Bear or we did that before snack... Anyways, Ailish was so cute with her green ferry wings, Dora the Explora pajamas (she doesn't even watch the show), and her bakers hat walking around with the doggy bag saying, "Pee." while bending down trying to scoop it up. Priceless. Then story time with hand motions (her favorite). "Itsy Bitsy Spider", "Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear", and "Jesus Loves Me." We then did prayers, which she now requests before nap time as well. Praying for "Daddy" "Me" "Mommy" usually "Baby" but tonight "Ball." Um, Ailish we don't need to pray for ball. But it was cute and then she goes, "This." Meaning her back to be scratched, then snuggles and she was out. Thank you Lord for answering my prayer to give me wisdom on how to go about the night so I wouldn't hear crying for two hours. Thank you Lord because you orchestrated it all. Blessed indeed.
FYI spell check is not working, but I figured a post was better than no post.
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