Bump!

I was positively tickled as I sat in my pew Sunday morning to watch a man who must have been nearly 90 years old sing for the offertory. The accompanist awkwardly improvised a 5 minute long intro to the song while the hobbly little man gave an unexpected spoken interlude on how much he loved his church and his family. As he rambled slowly, the accompanist played nervously, arching her neck to see him, to see when, if ever, he was going to begin the singing. I can't even imagine what it must be like to have seen 90 years of life on this earth, especially as a missionary of all things. The wisdom and experience of his age gives his song just that much more validity:

For the God on the mountain is still God in the valley.

When things go wrong, He'll make it right.

And the God of the good times is still God in the bad times

The God of the day is still God in the night.

It is one month till my due date and tomorrow I have another OB appointment. I thought that Noemie would be born 3 weeks early in my last pregnancy, yet she showed up 5 days past due. So the fact that I've been having mild contractions and that my hip bones are aching (indicating the baby is dropping) is little consolation. But much inconvenience. I walk like a rheumatic duck. Like a nesting rheumatic duck. Yes, the nesting instinct hit me today and, despite my condition, I have set myself to vacuuming every floor-bound fiber in the house, dusting every vertical surface down to the millimeter-wide baseboard ledges, and scrubbing down the inside of the fridge. I don't plan on the baby ever being in the fridge but you never know what may occur to a three-year-old boy.

Danny made his first car purchase today. Confrontation may not be his forte, but I think he did pretty well! At least the car salesman acted like he was sweating. I have to 409 those seatbelts down. (It was a used car). We got ourselves a Hyundai Entourage... yes... a minivan. A loser cruiser. I am so excited!.. a sentiment that belies some sort of graduation into motherhood of the soccer variety.

My mom treated us to an afternoon at the Dade County Youth Fair last week. My Ohio-raised cousin was scandalized at the near absence of livestock but Dominic and Noemie were perfectly content to eat corn-on-the-cob (dripping with butter but a vegetable nevertheless) and to "drive."

Dominic did remarkably well in spite of the fact that most of his driving experience heretofore has been limited to sitting in the passenger seat of our car and saying , "vrooom, vroOOoom!" Noemie, ever a girl, sat in the bumper car side seat fixing her hair and monitoring the traffic.

p.s. Happy Birthday, Karn!