4,040 pages of reading material I got from the library yesterday. Ian took one look and said, “I don’t think you’ll be able to finish all those in 30 days.” A little quick math tells me that I just need to read about 140 pages a day and I’ll have no trouble. Granted, that’s probably two hours of concentrated reading per day, and it’s true I have already filled up my schedule pretty comprehensively with Benji, biking, and work. But hey, what’s life without a little challenge?
The last few days we have enjoyed exceptionally pleasant, sunny weather that makes all Seattleites switch from saying, “Have a good day!” to “Enjoy the sun!” I don’t know of anywhere else where people say that. Everybody seems to perk up, too, like a droopy plant getting water, so you walk around seeing people with a spring in their step, smiling and greeting their neighbors. It’s an unacknowledged benefit of living in a grey and drizzly climate that your feel genuinely happy to see the sun, and you get a mood boost just by glancing out the window. Plus, you don’t catch us taking sunny days for granted! We get outside at every opportunity and cherish every sunny moment, knowing clouds are only days away.
I think this story needs no words. It tells itself.
Benji has just in the last few days figured out how to awkwardly scoot forward using an exaggerated rapid right-left grabbing motion. It’s quite ridiculous looking, but works for him.
He’s also on a pacifier kick all of a sudden. Previously, he didn’t care about pacifiers in particular; now, he sucks one almost every moment he’s not eating. I’m sure this has to do with his first tooth, which is slowly making its appearance.
This is the kind of life you’ve been invited into, the kind of life Christ lived. He suffered everything that came his way so you would know that it could be done, and also know how to do it, step-by-step. …He used his servant body to carry our sins to the Cross so we could be rid of sin, free to live the right way. His wounds became your healing. You were lost sheep with no idea who you were or where you were going. Now you’re named and kept for good by the Shepherd of your souls.
1 Peter 2:21-25-ish
Blooming! I think it’s time to fertilize again, though. Lots of buds on the camellia, more than ever before. I’m so thrilled when plants survive my tender loving care.
Yogurt face, he’s got the cutest little yogurt face… There was oatmeal and cinnamon in this yogurt, and although he made a “SOUR!!” face every time I gave him a spoonful, Benji kept nomming away at it. That whole fat yogurt ought to fatten him right up.
Today was the first day I hung laundry out to dry this year. Hooray! It’s a sign of spring and hope for more warm, laundry-drying weather to come. Also I love the feel and smell of air-dried laundry: so fresh and crisp and extra-clean. I think the sunshine adds a little extra zip to clean clothes… Or maybe it’s just the satisfaction of having used renewable, green energy to dry our stuff. Who knows. But I love it.