I’m walking through my mom’s living room with the baby strapped to my back. Susannah: Mommy, get down? Me: No, not yet. Mommy’s going to check email first. Susannah: Me-milk? [her word for yogurt] Me: No, not me-milk. EEEEEE-mail. Susannah: Oatmeal? Me: No, baby. EEEEEE-MAIL. Susannah: Oh! Emu! Quack, quack.
While we were watching the news after dinner this evening, the local sportsdude started talking about opening day for UGA football. Jonas recognized the logo behind his head and pointed it out. “That’s Georgia! I’m a Bulldog!” “Really? You’re going to go to the University of Georgia for your college?”
At the end of quiet time today, Jonas’ backpack was bulging. I nudged it and it seemed to weigh twenty pounds! So, of course, it begged the question: what’s in your backpack? “I packed my stuff for Grandmama’s house!” “What did you pack?” “Everything I need.” When I opened it
I made a big old-fashioned breakfast of biscuits, eggs,and baconthismorning. It was great fodder for some cute stuff from Jonas, like: Wow, this is amazing cooking, Mom! Can I have a Sizzle-Rick? (rememberthe McD commercial for their breakfast biscuits, where a guy namedRick rewards himself for loading paper in the
(translation: this is a post of random ramblings in a lame attempt to catch up a little bit!) I’m on an energy high today. Susannah randomly slept 7 hours straight last night. Gasp! I know. We’d gotten into some bad sleep patterns on our trip (11 days in Georgia) and
Jonas [downstairs, out of sight]: OH, freakin’ sakes! Me [midway up the upper level stairs]: What’s wrong? Jonas [emerging on landing at front-door-level]: You o’moe got something! My digger truck! Me: I didn’t almost forget it. I put it in the playgroup bag before we packed up. Jonas [joining me
MICHELLE NEBEL
I write about faith and theology, family and organizational tips. Always a planner at heart, I’m also a Bible study teacher and community volunteer. This is where I share a glimpse of my life, and I hope you’ll find the thoughts here encouraging!
