Paint Day!

Everything is finally mudded, textured, and sanded and ready to paint! Yay! The only problem is...I'm a terrible painter. It's not that moving the brush up and down is so hard, it's just that I lose motivation soooooo quickly. When the going gets tough, I totally get going. So, Cole has to work tomorrow and I thought it would be cool to surprise him by getting all the painting done in the dining room and laundry room. I know that he assumes he's going to have to do it all by himself. So, if any of you are up for it, come on over to my house around 2 pm tomorrow (Saturday) and we'll start painting. I've got a backyard (not many outside toys) and a TV and a child gate...so bring the kids if you want. And maybe let me know if you're coming so I can make sure and have enough paint brushes and rollers.

Newman News: Second Edition

Well, things are shaping up this Labor Day.

Cole is working on the laundry room. It's been an on-going project since I moved in 2 1/2 years ago. At that time, I deemed it the scariest room in the world. I told Cole that I simply could not clean clothes in a dirty/partially outdoor room. To give him credit, it used to be an outdoor storage closet as a part of our carport. As I was typing this, Cole broke a water pipe-the one that goes into the washing machine. Water, everywhere...he goes to turn off our water. Family road trip to McCoy's to buy parts to fix the water line. Speaking of water breaking...nevermind.

We're back! I'm tired. I lay Justus down to take a nap and I do the same. A few minutes later, Cole realizes that he needs another part...back to McCoy's for him. Justus decides he dosen't need a nap today, so my nap gets cut short by about an hour and 20 minutes! I decide to take my secret sister her final gift, since I missed the big reveal party on Saturday, due to a false alarm.

Cole gets back and gets back to work. Justus has a snack, while "helping" dad. Helping Dad involves being in the walker in the unfinished room. Shoes are required.

Buddy wants the snack, too. Justus, after much deliberation, decides to share. So, Buddy gets a lick of his cracker, and then Justus finishes it off. Gross!

As soon as the water gets back on, I'm going to cook salmon (for the first time in my life). I hate seafood, but Cole and now Justus love it. After dinner, I'm going to take a nice, long bath and I might shave my legs...if I have the energy. Then I'm going to eat ice-cream and possibly watch a movie.

Happy Labor Day!

I don't want to talk about it.

I don't want to cry anymore about it.

I don't want to blog about it.

I don't want to laugh about it.

I just want to actually go to labor & delivery and come home with a baby.

What's Up

Today I went to the doctor.

I'm 36 1/2 weeks along.

I gained 4 pounds in 2 weeks.

Dang ice-cream, twice a day.

She said I'm dialated to a 2.

She said she would induce me at 38 1/2 weeks, if I wanted to.

I don't.

I'm still pregnant.

My Little Prayer Warrior

On Monday, during a staff meeting at the church, we had a visitor. Jay Miller (the music director at First Baptist) was there and at the end of the meeting, we felt like we were supposed to pray and prophesy over him. So, my little angel (Justus) crawls right over to him and lays his hand on him. Of course, I immediately got my phone out to take a picture!

It was so awesome! I believe that Justus was drawn by the Spirit to lay his hand on Jay, even though it was only for a minute. I just thought of this, too. Sometimes Justus will be playing or we'll be in the car and he'll just point to something and smile or laugh or stare. I won't see what he's pointing to, but I like to think that he sees angels in our house, or car or wherever. I can't wait to see his destiny unfold. Just the thought that God allows me to help shape his destiny is so amazing. Thank you Lord for loaning me this beautiful boy!

Peace

I feel such a peace! And it's not just because the rain is pouring outside. Lately, I've been mad and dissapointed and impatient. I want to have this baby and every time there is a false alarm, I just get in this funk. The last false alarm (last Wednesday) was the worst of all. I forgot to mention in my last post that my parents actually drove from Dallas for that one! Talk about feeling bad! Saturday night, Cole and I were watching Episode II (Star Wars!) and right in the middle, I grabbed the remote and pressed pause. I turned to Cole and said, "I feel a peace about being pregnant right now." It was a pretty big deal. I haven't felt a peace for several weeks, maybe a month. I've said about a hundred times, "God knows when she needs to come. He knows the perfect time." But I haven't really believed that. All of the sudden, in the middle of Star Wars-it clicked! God does know the perfect time. If I have her today or September 18th, it will be the perfect time. The perfect time for her, for me, for Cole, for Justus! I just repented for wanting her to come on my timetable. For wanting her to be early. For not putting all my hope and trust in God. For thinking that I knew better than Him. Anyway, I'm good now.

My Home Away from Home...

This is the Birthplace, at Hendrick Medical Center. It is my new favorite hang-out. Yes, I was back in labor and delivery on Wednesday morning. It's a story that I don't feel like explaining for the world to see. Bottom line, it was another false alarm. I'm really dissapointed this time, because I feel like she's ready to come. Maybe that's just me being tired of being pregnant, but I really believe that she's ready. I'm 35 weeks today. Justus was born at 36 weeks, so you might be able to empathize a little with me when I say that I'm ready to have this baby. Based on my last and only other experience, it's time...or almost time. I just feel like my water could break at any moment and I'm hoping and wishing that it is this moment, and I just don't like dang surprises. God knows the perfect time for Elizabeth to make her entrance, just pray that I have more peace. Ok, I think that's all for now.