Friday Morning

I'm sitting here, monitoring the gray clouds outside threatening rain on our homeschoolers' field day. Joseph is in my lap laying his head on my chest while lovingly pinching the roll on my tummy. (Hey, I'm happy to be entertaining.) After pondering yesterday's tragedy in the Chapman family, I am trying to hug the kids more and keep remembering that we are like the flowers of the field; beautiful but quickly fading.

We had family pictures taken on Wednesday-you can see one of the poses on the left with the white background-and it struck me how comical the day was. Wake up, rush rush rush, iron clothes. Find Noah's new white polo. Find three small tears on the front. How did this happen? It still has the tags on! Grrr. Locate thread, needle. Snap at kids to hurry. Now I'm feeling irritated that no one else is in a tizzy like I am. Everyone is just too slow and laid back. Don't wrinkle your shirts! I just ironed them. (Don't you appreciate all the work I did to get everything together?!) Hubby finds out that Noah's shirt is ripped and suggests rescheduling the pictures. What?! I just want to get this over with. Someone complains about their hairstyle. Brush your teeth. Load in the car. Don't brush up against the van! It's dirty and you'll mess up your clothes! Hurry to the picture place. We're gonna be late. O.k. Here finally. Nurse baby so she won't scream through the sitting. Referee an argument over at the lego table in the waiting room. Alright, it's our turn. Get arranged--hold still--smile naturally. Put your hand down, Rowan. Honey, can you wipe the drool off of Joseph's mouth?

And, in the finished product, we all look so perfect and relaxed. Ha. :)