Thursday, March 25, 2010

Leprechauns and a New Day Spa

Wow, I'm behind. It's practically Easter, and I'm just now writing about Leprechauns. BUT, just for the record, they did come to the Thunell home this St. Patty's Day. My kiddies woke up to green colored toilet water (classy) and green milk in the fridge. So, we know that leprechauns have to use the restroom and eat. Joseph and Austin stared down at the green water in amazement, all the while my older girls were smiling and winking at me. so funny. That entire St. Patrick's Day Joseph couldn't stop talking about leprechauns.
"Where do they live?"
"Why did they come to our house?"
"Are they all green?"

That day, I was out working in the yard with my boys in-tow. In the evening, they went to get their baths while I finished up outside. Not 10 minutes later, here comes Joseph on the driveway, dripping wet, and totally nude. (remember. Nut House). He was so worried. He pulled up his foot, which had a tinge of green from the grass. He said, "Look! I have green on my foot! Kate said I am turning into a leprechaun!" smile.

That night we watched Disney's "Darby O'Gill and the Little People." It is the obscure little Disney movie (that I own. thank you very much) about leprechauns that made Sean Connery's debut. See? There was a good reason to watch it. After saying how good-looking that man was a couple times, my girls said to me, "But, not as good looking as Dad, right?" Right. My husband trumps Sean Connery any day of the week.

On a separate note, we have a new day spa around these parts. They furnish massages, nail polishing, a hair salon, and good conversation. It is located on Belmont Lane. Annie and Savannah are the owners/operators. Come by and check it out!

The last picture has nothing to do with anything, except that Joseph was so thrilled to have the same clothes in his closet as his Daddy. He went upstairs and picked out the blazers and brought them down. my boys.
p.s. Thank you for all the calls, notes, and thoughts. As always, you are too good to be true.

Monday, March 8, 2010

A Post Script to my Faith post

I can't sleep, so here I am.

You didn't know this, but I've been nine weeks pregnant with our seventh little one. After getting our heads wrapped around the thought of caring for and loving another baby, we, of course, were thrilled. However, as we've talked about many, many times before, life doesn't always do what you think it's going to do. This week has been the perfect example. On Monday, I went to have an ultra-sound to make sure everything looked okay (even though I've been super nauseous for the month of Feb.--which I've heard is a good sign in pregnancy). I saw the little bean and heard the little heart beat. I sighed and smiled in relief.

Yet, early Friday morning I started miscarrying. I've done this before, but it's never any easier. Adam and I cried. Then, after experiencing some complications, I ended up in the hospital Saturday night. I don't know why this happens. But Heavenly Father does. I'm left feeling wiped-out, weak, sad...but, not empty. I have six beautiful babies, an amazing husband, and a wonderful support system of family and friends. Most of all, I have a Heavenly Father who loves me. He knows my purpose. He has a plan for me. And, I have faith in that.

Thanks for listening and being there. Love you.