My husband is up to something....imagine that! I have no clue what is going on, but I know that my kids are staying with my best friend tonight, overnight (say a prayer for them) and that is truly the extent of what I know. BJ has been SUPER secretive, not even telling me if I need to come home after work or meet him somewhere. I am totally in the dark, and that drive me batty. I'm a planner and need to know girl so that I can be prepared, but BJ has said to me like 100 times this week, "You just go to work and I'll take care of the rest". Today will surely be the longest day in the history of work....but what's a girl to do but wait. And I shouldn't act like I haven't tried bugging the pee out of BJ to find out what the deal is. But after nearly everyone in my life said, "You better leave it alone or you're going to ruin it", I finally decided to do my best at being patient and waiting (definitely NOT my strong suit).
In other news, Drew had his first testing this week. The psychologist said that after about 10 minutes she had trouble getting Drew to focus and concentrate and I'm thinking...DUH!!! This is the whole reason we are having him tested. He see the occupational therapist today for more tests. We won't get the results until the very end. This child IS wide open ALL the time, but he is so uniquely precious. He always brings Psalm 139:13 to mind, once again reminding me that God knit Drew together inside of my belly (WOW!!) And, even though he can drive me wild, if I can point him to Jesus, then God will do GREAT and MIGHTY things with that wild child. And for the mean time, I will treasure even more the moments when he climbs into my bed and shares his wrinkled and soggy thumb (his most treasured possession) with Mommy.
Devlan is playing baseball this spring in our local league. He goes for his skills assessment tomorrow at noon so that the teams can be assigned. He has NO lack of self-confidence. I was explaining that he has to do this so that no one team gets kids that are all good at the same things. He quickly informed me that "I'm good at throwin', and catchin', and hittin'" I love my little country bumpkin!
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Picturing Drew offering you his soggy thumb has pure made me cry at work. It reminds me of Kendall giving her chewed up Cheerios. And yes I do eat them. I figure her mouth is still okay to eat out of...at least until she hits 2.
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