Time.Change (S Walks).

Late Sunday afternoon, I thought: "Boy. This weekend rewind will be pretty short. Not  much has happened." But then stuff happened (and I remembered something else that did happen). So I'll just skip the non-events and go for the good stuff.

Friday and Saturday were pretty slow and uneventful. I'm still trying to recover from a sinus infection that does not want to go away (two weeks and counting!), so I've been quite unaccomplished. The boys, however, haven't. Been unaccomplished. That's a double negative. Aak. They are always their fun selves! See?

Sunday dawned bright (no! it was still dark!) and especially early. Since I changed our clocks at 8 p.m. on Saturday, I think we actually managed to avoid the typical fatigue Spring Forward brings. So we did the regular morning thing; breakfast in parts, changing clothes in parts, running around, constant chatter, renditions of "(This is ) The Feast," messes in the nether regions, clean-ups, smiles, hugs (you can plug in the person(s) responsible for the above). Then, after all the frantic activity, no pick-up. That is, no pick up from Papa, who, in his rightful focus on his flock, teaching Bible Class, and preparing for the Service of the Word, forgot to come home and pick up his wife and two sons. At 10:28, I realized this was this case, and began assembling the boys into coats and mittens (J did call at 10:29; he felt horrible), and I packed said munchkins tandem into the heavy-duty, one-kid stroller, surrounded with a thick, double-sewn fleece blanket, then pulled the sun-visor top over them, pulled on my gloves, threw on the backpack, pulled down my shades and hit.the.sidewalk. Hey! It was fourteen degrees, bright sun, little wind. Not a bad way to get ready for and get to church!

Of course, I felt pretty proud of myself. Until we got to church in time for the sermon hymn ("Take these they our life/Goods, fame, child, and wife") and the sermon (on Jesus being, erm, tempted in the wilderness. You know, without any food or comfort. With the devil reminding Him of how bad He had it. While Jesus knew His Father had left Him there. Alone.). Then I remembered how cushy my life is and how easy I have it. A few years ago I heard that Madagasy people will get up at 3 a.m. to walk miles to church and sit in the dark to sing hymns until the service starts. This is impressive and puts me to shame. But even this pales in comparison to what Jesus did for us. Ouchy but Good (that IS with a capital "G") reminders.

The afternoon flew by. By late afternoon, the boys had awoken and were playing/screeching around the house. I changed S and felt his gums, and--WOW! The top two teeth had broken through! It's only been over four months since the first two popped out! I'll post pictures as soon as the camera can actually capture them. We had a lovely dinner, and as P, Papa, and I finished up, I took a squirming S out of his high chair and put him on the floor, let go, and. . . he stood there. And stood there. And stood there. He's started to make grunting noises when he wants to do something, and that's what he did. Like, "I wanna walk!" But he didn't. He sat down on his little rump and started eating a magnet. I thought, "It won't be long."

Then he crawled over by Papa and stood by his chair. I took a bite of sirloin (mmmmmmmmmmm!) and Papa said, "Hey! He just took a few steps!" Sure enough, S took a few steps from Papa's chair to the corner chair all by himself! I didn't see it because the table blocked my view, and of course, we couldn't get S to do it again right away. But now there's no turning back.  He walks, and will walk, and will continue to walk, God willing. Time = change.

We took a drive after bath time and enjoyed the lingering daylight and beautiful sunset. We also saw at least one hundred deer on and around the Monument grounds. Awesome! A terrific way to end the weekend.