Well, Palm Sunday kindof crept up on me this year. I wasn’t anticipating being able to attend church because I thought I’d be in the hospital by now, so I hadn’t said anything to the kids about it. But when Saturday’s hopeful contractions died down by evening, I realized we’d be at church again. And probably for Easter, too, at this rate, so I’m pulling out those Bible stories for this week.
I had the misfortune of having a really horrible contraction right in the middle of clipping Tommy’s hair Saturday night, so he’s looking rather mangled this week. Sorry, buddy! His sister had just been pulling his hair so much that we both agreed it would be best if I cut it nice and short. We just weren’t thinking quite this short, especially in the front where I was clipping when I got hit with the contraction. Daddy is justifiably appalled but has refrained from snotty comments because of my already-emotionally charged state. Oh well…Tommy still looks cute in his suit, which he proudly put on all by himself (he needed help with the bow tie).
As I told Derek, I really love these two, but I could use a 48 hour break from them at, say, Mount Nittany Medical Center…
Hang in there Emily! I hope the baby comes soon!