Yesterday was a draggy sort of day. I tried to persuade Joel of the delightfulness of a morning nap, but he wasn’t buying. At last both kids were down for afternoon naps and I worked on a reading assignment for my last Political Science class. When my brain quit making sense of the text, I decided the coveted nap would be just the thing. It was 3:30 and I wouldn’t have to worry about dinner for another hour or so. Just as I drifted to the lovely land of dreams, I was jolted awake by the doorbell. I thought it was probably a delivery and didn’t bother to get up. I cringed at the thought of the kids waking up!! Then I heard the door opening and was excited it was David home early, until I heard a woman’s voice. I jumped from bed and raced down the hall, looking nice and frazzled for our dear friend–the realtor–who was dropping off flyers. Yes, I guess she called, but with the glorious “do not disturb” feature on our phone I had no idea she was coming by. I’ll still haven’t adjusted to the concept of someone unlocking our door and letting themselves in at any time. How eager I am to be finished with this whole house on the market thing! 

This morning David and I were in the living rooms having our morning devotions and heard a little voice. Joel practically has his own intercom system. He puts his head down by the door and comments on the most recent events of the day.  The door amplifies his little voice. “Daddy talking to Mommy!” he reported to the world.  Chalice doesn’t say a whole lot yet. She’s still in the “Uh-Oh” stage and copies Joel’s “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” whenever I ask a question.