A rainy Friday in April. I’m waiting for another storm to hit any time now. It sounds like the worst of it will be going south of us but I’m sure we’ll see some good action here too.
Kristy e-mailed the entire world this morning to announce the gender of baby number two. Her appointment was on Wednesday and since we hadn’t heard from her I was beginning to think she was going to wait until they arrived in the states to tell us. Another boy is in the factory womb and this one will be called Thadeus. Thadeus Kane is an up and coming professor of Greek at a University yet to be chosen. Doesn’t that sound like a professor name? They will call him Thad, which has always sounded like your talking with a lisp to me, but I know that I will not only get used to it, I will prefer it to many other names as it is the banner of my young nephew.
In home news…I don’t feel there is much to tell. I’ve been working in my flower beds and getting very dirty every morning. The black mulch in the beds is absolutely horrible in that it will not wash off once it is on your skin. It is a task that has few rewards save stained appendages, dirty fingernails and the joy of repeating it every week. I need to cut the grass again but I wanted to wait until after the rain which was scheduled to come much earlier and is only now making it’s debut. Ah…a strike of lightning and the echo of thunder grows closer as I type. In fact it is continuing to rumble as I finish this sentence. I love a Spring storm.
Kris and I are enjoying our Sunday School class. We feel so honored to be a part of this and truly hope to bring some insight to some of these young couples we are teaching. We have, and are, seeing so much that Satan brings against these marriages and how fragile some of them are. So often they have made no provision for mistakes and flaws in one another. Each individual being so broken upon entering marriage that they are unable to handle the splinters of the other. Fortunately, we know a God who heals broken places and breaks down strongholds built by past experiences and unforgiveness. We don’t pretend to be marriage counselors and we certainly make no claims of having saved anyones marriage but we have an opportunity to shed light on the dark enemy and expose him to these couples before he gets a chance to create a foothold in their lives.
Owen is still asleep (at 8:00). He had another late night last night because we were at leadership dinner and he had no nap yesterday. The poor boy was exhausted. Yesterday I bought him some flash cards to try to help teach him colors. The box also contains shapes and numbers but we’ll do one thing at a time. He seems to enjoy going through them and is beginning to recognize them. He mostly likes to hear me praise him so he repeats whatever I say and then cheers happily for himself. Once again…he is self-affirming. His words are becoming much more clear and he tries so hard to pronounce each consonant as I ask him to repeat new words. He still isn’t exactly understandable when he jabbers but I’m definitely noticing progress.
I am considering taking a babysitting job. One of the couples in our class recently had a baby boy and has not been able to find suitable childcare. I told them I would consider it but there is more to discuss. I will pray about it.
That is the story around the Kelso house in Old Hickory. Please feel free to add comments and talk to others about our sordid lives.
We don’t have the black mulch, sounds awful though.
Yeah, I’ve always liked the way it looks but until last summer had no idea that it was such a bear to work with. I wear gloves but it’s fine enough that it gets through the pores of the fabric and leaves a dark line around my fingernails and in the little tiny cracks and folds in my skin.
Mary, maybe you could try wearing latex gloves under the garden gloves. It makes your hands sweat but should keep the black gunk from staining…..
good idea.