evening again....

Joseph, who is still not feeling very well, and Paul, reading a bedtime story to Jonathan. I love Jon's blanket sleepers.

The picnic table in the middle of the living room looks so fashionably lovely, and it is also a nice cozy place for the kids to create masterpieces. The clothes on the couch in the background are lovely, too. As are the laundry baskets. Suzanne and Sonja spent a good part of their evening here. They colored while they watched, "The Great Pumpkin", or whatever the Charlie Brown movie is called. Sonja wanted to try on her costume. I made this Little Red Riding hood cape years ago, and someone wears it every year, it seems. She was not happy with her outfit for some reason, and wouldn't smile....

I told her I was going to send this to Emily, and she wouldn't want Emily to see her sad face, would she?

So she smiled. And I think she looks cute. Oh, and my sister Cheryl made the apron part years ago.....

Evelyn Joy grilled hot dogs outside tonight, and I made pasta salad with red peppers, cucumbers, and black olives. Then the youth aged girls left for girls fellowship night. Camille is feeling better, but she has cried at least ten times since dinner. Our water is not fixed, but Thomas came today and put in a new pressure switch, and now Paul has a better idea of what is wrong. So hopefully it will get fixed soon.

Abigail, Sonja, Charlotte Claire, Camille, Rosie the dog, and I went for a nice long walk today. Gorgeous, that is what it was. It was 60 degrees, sunny, breezy, and it smelled like leaves. And it looked like leaves, too. We got home and the girls watched Calliou at their picnic table and had strawberry yogurt, pretzels, grapes, and a raisin bagel. With apple juice in sippy cups. Then Camille went in for a nap....and I decided to take one too. I rested and dozed for an hour. It was sweet. I still feel congested, but not flu-y. And just sort of tired from getting up with sweet-pea so much last night again.

All in all, it has been another good day. When I am working around and cleaning up, I find so much to grumble about, and have to constantly be in that battle against it. It isn't my heart to complain, but it is in me nonetheless. But, I have lived another day. Is this not something to be thankful for? After all, no one of has the promise of tomorrow...(not that I am planning on checking out anytime soon!)