I would probably consider myself slightly introverted. I really enjoy watching and observing things around me and love sitting in the quiet of my house with nothing but my old grandma clock (don't judge my clock) ticking away in the background of my thoughts.
I've been thinking a TON about faith recently. And how, in our current (going unnamed) situation over here with all of the lawyering business (which by the way, I found a fabulous law office to go through (yay for us!)) all we've known is that we're at point A (right here) and we need to get all the way over to point B (over there, down that horrible long road) but all of the little in betweens (which are the most stressful part) are sitting there staring at us as we carefully come up and (hopefully) leap over them. I feel like there has been opposition in our decision - mainly our fear of 'what are we doing and how the heck are we supposed to get everything done' has graced our thoughts more often than we would admit. Though, here I am now, not scared like one would think because I know that all of those "in betweens" I was so terrified of (like, I had a hard time eating I was so frazzled) will be taken care of. Not that we won't have to come up to and leap over those obstacles, because I know we will, but everything will work so that those obstacles aren't as big as we thought, or we're given the strength to jump higher than we ever imagined. The scary thing is, that we can't really see that far ahead of us - we've been told what other similar paths were like, but our path? I don't really know. I can only see what's just in front of us and can only catch glimpses of scenes further down the road. It can be frustrating walking around essentially blind to what's ahead. But I'm not worried, I know we're being led to some greater destination. Whether it be the one we are expecting or not.
Different topic --
This is cute.
watching Mormon Messages..
I know there are some stay-at-home moms out there who are always searching for ways to entertain/teach their babes. I have learned from my peach that messes are the greatest invention. Ever. But OH messes... Do I really want to clean rice out of the crevasses of my home for the next several weeks? I'll be honest, I don't. Nor to I want to scrub (anything). I came up with an ingenius solution. The mailman loves to shower us with junk mail and newspapers which I hate (first world problem?). So, I took a newspaper and tore the whole thing into strips of paper (about an inch to two inches wide and the length of the newspaper). There is enough to fill a grocery bag completely (which I keep stored in the closet) and on special days (those days where nothing makes Saoirse happy) I bring out the bag and she goes bonkers throwing strips of newspaper everywhere. I mean, our entire floor gets covered. She then walks in circles in the strips of paper for a while and then moves on to climbing into her highchair and turning on and off the light. But there is a solid 20 to 30 minutes of playing with the paper. The best thing is that it's SO easy to clean up. Because the strips are long they're really easy to pick up - it takes about two minutes to get everything glimmering and shiny again.
I also tried the 'mixing food coloring with shaving cream' thing which worked like a charm. It's obviously a bathtub activity but it's great for those days when I'm taking forever getting ready or when I want to clean the bathroom or something. Saoirse really likes it too.
Sorry about the massive text and lack of pictures. I'm far too lazy to find the rest of the amazing pictures and videos I've been taking - so maybe I'll leave that for another day. Or just forget about it and post the newest of the new.. when I have them.
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