Less Than 90 Days

There are less than 90 days until Pomegranate is due. That’s less than three months. That’s not a lot of time!

Last night I woke up and started thinking about everything that needed to be done between now and August. Needless to say, I couldn’t go back to sleep. While I lay there, Pomegranate began kicking, as if to say, “Hey, I can’t sleep either.” I reached down, and began stroking my belly, when Jonathan rolled over and asked “She can’t sleep either?” So the whole family was awake at three thirty this morning.

One of the things we have been pursuing lately is purchasing a house. We live in a roughly 800 sq. ft. rented apartment with two bedrooms right now, and 1/3 or more of our belongings are in storage. We’ve found a house that interests us, but it would require some work. We met with a mortgage company today, and they recommended that we seek a construction loan, and re-finance into a proper mortgage once the work has been completed.

What we need right now is this (we’d appreciate your prayers on these things):

  1. Our offer on the house to be accepted
  2. Approval for both construction and mortgage very quickly
  3. All financing and renovations to be completed within 60 days in order to be in the house before Pomegranate vacates her current residency.

So we’re just praying that these things come together. If they don’t, God doesn’t want us to have this house, but so far everything is moving in a positive direction.

Fair Warning

I just received this e-mail from my friend Robin, who is expecting her second, a daughter, very soon. The story isn’t hers, but she did include the warning: “Brace yourself, girl, this stuff really does happen!” Oh Boy, or I guess Oh Girl in my case.

So, we had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who just recently died. Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him around and sit on him and nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom.
Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story they were 4 years old, 3 years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves chapstick. LOVES it. He kept asking to use my chapstick and then losing it. So finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom I keep my chapstick and how he could use it whenever he wanted to but he needed to put it right back in the drawer when he was done.
Last year on Mother’s Day, we were having the typical rush around and try to get ready for Church with everyone crying and carrying on. My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on my make-up. Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.
We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I am looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I finally round the corner to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli. He was applying my chapstick very carefully to Jack’s . . rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and said “chapped.” Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right–their little butts do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn’t seem to mind. And the only question to really ask at that point was whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat’s behind or the hundredth.
And THAT is my favorite Mother’s Day moment ever because it reminds us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures, there will always be that day when you realize they’ve been using your chapstick on the cat’s butt.