Uneventful, somewhat

It's been fairly uneventful here at our house the last few days. If you can EVER call life at our house uneventful. I'm probably going to regret even saying that before the night's over. If you're near any wood, knock on it for me as I am doing right now as well. Thanks! ~Will let you know if that worked in tomorrow's blog. ;-)
We went to Orlando on Sunday afternoon and got to eat dinner with Anita & Darrell. (For those that don't know, that is my aunt and uncle from Louisiana.) They were in town for a conference. It was so good to see them! When we sat down at our table I told Anita "I'm so ready to come home!" (Oops! Yes, I used the H word!) Nathan stopped his conversation with Darrell and looked at me and said "What?" I quickly wiped the pitiful homesick look off of my face and said "I said I'm ready to go to Arkansas." Relieved he said "Oh, you mean for Christmas. I thought you were talking about MOVING back there." I said "Oh, NO." Like no way would that thought EVER enter my mind...(you didn't get wet from the sarcasm dripping from that last statement did you?) I think he's afraid that I'm going to say that I've had enough of living down here and I'm ready to move back home. We made a deal when we moved down here that if at any time either of us got so miserable that we just couldn't live here anymore away from our families, we'd pick up and move back. We'd start all over again if we had to. Honestly I do wish we were closer to ho...Arkansas...(good save) but I'm not ready to move back yet. God's still working on me here and I'm not near done yet. -surprising to you, I know! :) Plus, Nathan has done so well with his company here that I wouldn't want him to give up the progress that he's made and tenure that he's earned with them.
The kids were excited to see Aunt 'Nita & Uncle Darrell as well! I felt like I spent the entire time in the bathroom with Emma, though. Maybe that's because I DID spend most of the night in there!! I don't know what was wrong with her...she was like an overstimulated cocker spaniel puppy. I bet we went to the bathroom 8 times! That is no exaggeration, either! Every 5 minutes she said she needed to go potty. I thought after the first time that she just wanted to get up and go to the bathroom and wash her hands, etc...but NO, she was actually going every time! I figured she was probably getting (or had) some kind of infection but she hasn't done it any more so I guess not. She was seated between Darrell & Anita. Taylor, Nathan and I were on the other side of the long booth. Nathan and Darrell kept having to get up to let us out. I'm pretty sure their meals got cold before they could finish them just as mine and hers did. Finally, (probably on the 7th time she said she had to go) I said NO, I'm not going back...you do NOT have to PEE again, there's no way! She kept on squirming and then she said "I'm peeing, I'm peeing!" I said "YOU ARE NOT!" Anita looked down and lifted her skirt a little and she said "She really is! There's a little wet spot on her dress!" So, off to the potty we went again. This time I put a diaper on her. Why I didn't do that after the 4th or 5th time, I don't know. Well, yes I do, that would've been much too easy and I never do things the easy way. After getting Emma out of the wet panties and all diapered up I got back to my seat only to find Taylor sobbing with her head down on the table. GREAT! WHAT NOW?!! I figured she'd probably done or said something and Nathan had gotten on to her. Nope. I asked her "What's wrong, what happened?" She said "We're going back home." Apparently she'd asked her daddy what we were doing next with Aunt Anita and Uncle Darrell and he said well, nothing, we've got to home before it gets too late...you have school tomorrow. She cried pretty much the rest of the night. She wanted to go back to their hotel and spend more time with them. Poor thing...she gets so upset whenever any of our family leaves or if we have to leave them to go back home. :'( She finally calmed down but still wasn't very happy. I had to keep telling her that it was only a couple more weeks until Nana would be here. So then we had to go through the whole discussion of "How many weeks is that; how many days is that?" (That discussion NEVER ends well.) It usually ends with a long, whiney "OOOHHHH, that's going to take forrrrrevvvvvvvvverrrrr! sob...sob...sob... Can't win for losin'.
Emma and I saw the shuttle take off this morning. We had just come out of Bible study at church and we watched it from the church parking lot. It's just so amazing and awesome to me. We could see the shuttle and the huge ball of fire propelling it up into the air. ~just awesome! At the church, you can even hear the boom from the take off several minutes after it takes off. It sounds like loud thunder that continues for several seconds. I get awestruck watching the planes come in and out of the airport too. It's just so amazing to me that something that gi-normous is in the air! I think my fear of them is partly what fuels my fascination with them. One thing we talked about in bible study that really hit home with me today was fear. I am afraid of EVERYTHING! It's something that I really struggle with. I hate it when Nathan is gone because I'm afraid of the dark, basically, and can't make myself go to sleep at night. I'm afraid of flying, getting into an accident, something happening to my kids or to Nathan. You name it and I'm probably afraid of it. Anyway, today the lady was talking about the verse in Timothy that says "God has not given us a spirit of fear but of power and of love and of sound mind." She talked about praying and asking God to deliver us from our fears and giving it to him. It is Satan who is causing us to have fear and it's just an evil plot that he can use to pull us away from God, even if for just a few minutes and he delights in knowing that he can scare us and use our fears against us. She said that when we feel that fear coming on that we should start quoting verses...any verses-not necessarily those about fear, or singing praises to God. Whenever you sing or praise God, his presence is there with you and therefore Satan (and fear) can't be. She said that if she gets afraid at night that she gets up and either reads her bible or starts singing praise songs and it helps her to get over her fear and get back to sleep. I think I'm going to try it when Nathan leaves this week. It may be 2AM at my house but I'm going to be "Oh what a singin', OH what a shoutin'"! Ha! Well, maybe not a shoutin'; definitely don't want to wake the girls, but I'll be gettin' my praise on, no less. Guh-low-ry Hallelujah!
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