Saturday, February 10, 2007
Emily has had quite the social calendar already this month. She's had a slumber party with her buddy "Luker Jones". That's our affectionate name for him, like from the Counting Crows song, "Mister Jones". Anyway, it was so cute. Actually, it was a family slumber party but Em and Lukers shared the air mattress, the parents all had our own beds. Em loves snuggling, so when I went to check on them before I fell asleep, Em was over on Luke's pillow, spooning him...little does she know that in a few years co-ed slumber parties will be obsolete.
Jason was out of town all week, so we did things like ate breakfast for dinner, redecorated our bedroom with the quilt that we laid Noah on before the Lord, gutted closets, and went out to eat. The second picture is of our "date night". Em said, "Mom, I have an idea...how about I take you out on a date?" (Who's buying?) We went to a new Mexican restaurant up in Stapleton called La Sandia, which means, "Watermelon". My unofficial review is that it was GREAT!
The last two pictures I'm not sure are legal to post...should a 4.5 year old be up on the roof of the house shoveling ice chunks? Is that safe? Is it sane? Either way, it was fun for her to have daddy time, feeling like a big girl doing important maintenance.
Even though I enjoyed being kept on my toes all week, 24/7 (literally, she slept with me and socked me in the face numerous times, plus, one reason we never started the co-sleeping thing is, she's so beautiful, I just lay there and stare at her and pray over her. Though that's great and all, it does nothing for my accumulating exhaustion...) it is nice to have an adult back in the house. We missed Jason a lot and he missed us, as well. It was a full week for all of us, so we are headed to the mountains for a couple of days with some friends for a little down time (if you can call skiing, snowshoeing, and sledding down time...)
We really haven't stopped since we got home from the hospital almost a month ago. Not only physically, but mentally, either. My brain is awake most of the night. I'm not trying to be too busy. The reality is, life continues in the green light mode, and unfortunately, time and earth do not stand still to relish the life of the one that is gone. Someone called me the day after Noah went to heaven, a single guy I know who has no social skills (Dave, this is NOT you!!!). Anyway, he said, "I'm sorry about Noah. Well, life goes on." Wow! Well, yes it does, YOU BIG BO-HUNK. You have a firm grasp on the obvious, but get a freaking clue and don't ever say that again to someone who just lost somebody they love! I didn't say that previous sentence because I didn't want to waste my time or energy on someone who is, and has always been, so self-absorbed, but seriously, who says that?! Word to the reader: just leave the sentence at, "I'm sorry about so and so..."