nice stories, nice sentence, sad story, nice pictures

Gosh. It's 1:45 in the morning. I gotta get outta here! Here being the computer. I've been sick for a couple of days with an achy body / stuffiness thing, and it feels so good to feel good again that I'm in manic mode. That's a good recipe for staying sick though, I suppose. It has actually been really pleasant to lay low. I've had some extra sweet times with Zoralee, who has avoided sickness somehow. She has nursed more frequently, which I read is good because of the continual delivery of antibodies to her system. (Thanks to my own mama for taking Z a little each day so that I could rest or run to the store!)

Here's a catch up on our week.

NICE STORY 1:

Saturday, Valentine's Day, was such a pleasant day of making at our house. And no, not making what you think. Jason made a closet for Mom and later made supper for us all, Mom made supper to take to a family with a new baby, I started to make laundry detergent by shredding the Fels-Naptha soap, and Dad made a sermon. Zoralee made messy diapers, though that'll become less frequent now that I picked up at the library a copy of "The Diaper Free Baby," which I am digging! (The library that doesn't open until noon. Small towns.)

Here's Zoralee with her Valentines from the grandparents and great-grandparents.

NICE STORY 2:

My mommy ears are officially tuned in. The other night I heard a distressed chirp chirp chirp from two rooms away and ran in to discover a chick that had somehow jumped from the safety of the brooder and was standing confused on the carpet. Yes, I went back to bed with a spring in my step. The chicks are still little chicks but their growth is noticable every day and they're ready for the chicken house. They make dust and a little stink; I think their noise is pleasant. It's Jason's goal to get them in tomorrow. He got the electric done today.

NICE SENTENCE:

Zoralee slept for seven hours straight one night this week, and on other nights she slept five and six hours.

SAD STORY:

Zoralee cried her first real tears on Monday. (other than some when her frenulum was cut, but I didn't see those. Jason did. Not sure which date to put in the baby book. Shoot.) Anyway, on Monday she spent a happy happy morning in her chair, listening to John Denver and watching me make millet muffins and Papa make bacon, eggs, and coffee. She got the most excited and kicky over the song, "Thank God I'm a Country Boy," which was a hoot. We were feeling, as John sings, so high, that Jason danced and sang his way toward Zoralee just a little too quickly. She looked up at him and broke into a high-pitched cry of startlement and also tears. They were so tiny of tears! I noticed a glossy sheen over Jason's eyes, and of course I started out-and-out crying.

belly time moments