Noah went with his Nana and Papa for a few hours today…and I feel kind of guilty (but not really) saying this but it was nice. We have all been cooped up inside for the past week with this nasty virus and then the apartment just kind of fell apart (we were barely staying on top of the dishes because we were just so sick) so I think the three of us needed to mix it up a bit. Noah went to go play with his uncles and Joshua and I got to stay home and clean (no, really). Joshua did dishes while I washed diapers. Then he made lunch while I got a much-needed break on my computer (Noah-free laptop time is rare) and it was yummy. Plus, there are leftovers to make into tomorrow’s lunch, which is great.

What I am the most proud about, though, is Noah’s closet. We bought a small bookshelf in excellent condition for $10 about a week ago to put in his playroom for some “organization” but it was a huge fail. Between it and the mushroom chair, and the mass amount of Noah’s toys, his playroom just wasn’t any fun anymore. It was too full! So, we folded up the mushroom chair and put the bookshelf in his closet, which organized the boxes/bags/toys/etc. and really opened it up for more things. I love it. We also put some stuff in storage at Joshua’s parents and took some stuff out of storage to go through.

All in all, it was a pretty productive and relaxing day. I loved spending time with Joshua and flirting with him and feeling like a newlywed again. He’s so funny and I think I let myself forget that. I enjoyed some “adult” time (again, I really mean cleaning) but I missed my baby (I couldn’t do this every day) and I was happy when we went to go pick him up. I think he was happy to see me, too…as soon as he saw me, he raised his arms and grunted. (Which is actually kind of worrisome, but that’s an entry I’ll write another day when I have more information on it and my thoughts are better collected.) My in-laws invited us to stay for dinner, which was yummy homemade fried chicken strips, crockpot macaroni and green beans.

I love going to my in-law’s house. It’s so bright and open and full of energy over there that it’s a break from the monotony of life. Their house obviously has the presence of God in it, too, which is so inspiring. It’s not the Scripture on the decorations or the random Bible/devotional laying around…it’s just this overwhelming presence that God is there. Almost like a tangible feeling, but it’s not annoying or offensive, the way it is for some people who just smear God on their walls, on their counters or on their clothes. I’ve met people like that, who almost seem to raise God as a shield for their imperfections, instead of finding glory in how He made them.

You probably get it by now, so I’m going to end it there and call it a night. I’ve got some things I’d like to finish before bed and if I’m lucky, I’ll be asleep before midnight. I hope.