Our weekend was the perfect blend of social, quiet, and tasks time. We had friends over for taco salad (I don't do fancy) last night, which worked out well because I was distracted from pouting about another week without Daddy around during the day--usually I do fairly well on Sunday nights, but every so often a tired thought will coax its way in.
Fortunately, I woke up on the right side of the bed today and went straight to Wilder's room to check out his bedhead. He is so reliably happy as we companion each other through the days. I'm lucky.
Sings of spring coupled with the vibrancy I behold in others holds my spirits aloft. I've been really encouraged by God and people. A little note from my friend living on the foreign soils of Germany... A discussion with L about our boys' education--public v. private--how will we ever figure that out? And how L knows that education is important, but above that, she just wants her boy to love Jesus...God's provision for some baby gear...
I've also made some time for extracurricular reading--The Shack. I've no two-cents worth to proffer--yet. I was hesitant to read it but in my goal to "expand my literary horizons" I want to expose myself to many types of authorship.
Next, Shawn and I have watched Valentine's Day and Up in the Air, and I have two-cents worth on those.
Valentine's Day: wait to rent it; we're learning that some of the more epic films deserve to be watched on the big screen...romantic comedies, not so much. But the eye candy..:-)
Up in the Air: I appreciated this movie on a million levels--the true-to-life corporate scenarios, the raw human emotion, the loneliness. But I shan't give anything away. In sum, it was a smart, amazing work of art. In viewing movies I find myself paying attention to lighting, set design, music, the angles of the camera. It's all so fascinating. And Up in the Air is magnificent on all those levels.
We worked a little on the nursery, and one wee corner is finished. We have many things left to do but most of them are of the decorative nature. I've decided the simpler, the better, and it's ok that I can't collect kitchy, vintage things overnight. The room has already become a gathering place; Wilder likes to play in the closet and Shawn and I like to sit on the rug at night and jabber. There's something about soft carpet that's so fancy for us wood-floor people.
The colors are a little girly but we'll be able to add some robots and dinosaurs (or something--an ant farm?) if it's a boy.
And here's my sweetheart during his first bath post-cast. Good grief, he's incredible.
Shawn, what were you doing on the computer last night? Self-portraits 101?