Since my last post a MILLION years ago, lots 'o stuff has been happening in the Williams clan. Our little boy Jacob Wade entered the world on July 11th weighing in at a hefty 8 lbs and 3 ozs. Go little man! Our natural birth went amazingly well, and only a very few times did I catch myself thinking, "Now why did I want to do this?" I still wonder that every now and then, especially having experienced the pain-free bliss that is the epidural w/two of our girls. But, I also wanted to know more about my body and how God designed it to work - childbirth is a gift, after all, and I figure He gives pretty awesome gifts. Thanks to Todd, our doula, Jenny, and lots o' prayer and memorized Word, it was truly a wonderful experience that I will never forget. I am ever-amazed at how much I love telling my own labor stories and how much I enjoy hearing other moms tell theirs. It truly brings us moms together.
Jake (We're still not sure what we're calling him, but this is what comes out most of the time.) has almost doubled his birth weight at only 2 months. Go "little" man! He laughs and smiles a lot, and you would think that we'd never seen a baby do these things because the whole family has to stop and take notice of his cute tricks.
So, life is trucking on pretty normally. We're doing a little bit of school - trying to ease back into real life. I'm trying not to drown in laundry which normally gets washed in a fairly timely manner but then stays in the baskets until I have to dump those clothes out to fill up the basket w/more dirty clothes. The girls are an awesome help, and the house would be a complete pit of despair w/o them. They practically run the house and have a great time helping out.
On to Saturday bliss. Todd took the girls out to the hunting lease to put out a few trail cams. (I'm not sure who was more excited, Todd or the girls.) In the meantime, I had Jake and the quiet house to myself. Saturday bliss. Complete and total. Now I really missed my clan while they were gone because I would have loved to be out on the trail, too. I've got a good eye for picking up deer sign. But, the thought of having some time to myself just about brought tears to my eyes so I figured that was a good sign I should stay put and enjoy the silence.
So I did. I got some sewing done and then did something which still perplexes me. I cleaned house. I didn't just clean. I got out the carpet steamer and cleaned our sofa (which Todd couldn't sit on because it was so dusty - poor allergy-affected man) and the carpets in two rooms. I washed clothes and aired out sleeping bags. Crazy you say? Probably. But I had the best time taking care of our home. It's strange to me what marriage and family have done to me. I NEVER would have thought that I would be called a home body one day, but that is exactly what I have become.
I love drinking my morning coffee w/the kitchen window open listening to the geese land in the pond behind our house. I love the sound of the girls working together to empty and re-load the dishwasher. I love the smell of Todd cooking breakfast. (He's taken over this job most days since Jake's arrival.) I love when the girls play for hours making up their own quirky games. Shocking to say, Saturday bliss wasn't shopping, eating out, or watching a good movie (all which I enjoy). I think because time to get things done comes in such precious little chunks when taking care of a little one that bliss for me, for now, was having time to check just a few things off of the never-ending to-do list inside my head. Because I don't have time to even write it down!