What
a plodding day it is when operating on four hours of sleep after our all-night
affair helping out with Noa’s brothers.
Noa, by the way seems to be doing pretty well. Even Face-timed her cousin Cailyn to check
in. A few bouts of crankiness (which I
totally understand). Mom and Dad finally
removed the bandaid cover over her would so that she could get her pacifier in
her mouth, and all was well. Well, at
least, for the time being for Mommy and Daddy.
Don’t tell Noa, but word has it that they might use this event as a
springboard for weaning her away from the infamous mouth plug. That might not be an easy task. The only thing that worked for her Daddy was
a bribe. He traded in his “mine.” I know.
Cute name for a pacifier, right? That
came about because when we played with him, we gently tugged the plug away from
his mouth a few inches and say, “It’s mine.”
So obviously we were naming the silly thing, right? That was the logic in his mind, anyway. Oh, the trade? He got one of those huge toy replicas of the Millennium
Falcon. And the rest, as they say, is
history. Now he is a county-renowned (Read
here: his picture was in the paper) comic book collector and pop culture aficionado. Sigh. It’s
great to have a place in the world.
So
yesterday. We crawled out of bed at
around eight so we could get to Jachin’s football game at nine. We were late.
Half time had just begun when we walked up. We got to see an exciting second half,
though. Jachin threw one long touchdown
pass on offense. On defense he went all
J.J. Watt on their quarterback. Two
sacks, one blocked pass, and innumerable times he forced the quarterback to
hurry his throw, resulting in incomplete passes. They won the game on defense on the last play
of the game when Jachin grabbed the QB’s flag just before he threw what would
have been a game-winning touchdown pass.
Like I said, pretty exciting stuff.
Once
we got back home, though, we just couldn’t get the oomph going. Oh, we went over to WalMart and walked around
for a while. We needed some fruit. And a new bicycle helmet that actually fit my
head. And a movie to watch on another
day when we wouldn’t fall asleep in the middle of it. We finally had to leave before we made any
other zombie-ish purchases. But that meant
finally getting still and succumbing to the overwhelming crush of
sleepiness. Chris didn’t fight it. She disappeared into the bedroom and I didn’t
see her again until after five p.m. I
took up my typical spot on the couch for watching sports on TV. I think there was a college basketball game
on. Maybe
Kans … Yawn … tucky. Or was it Okla … Yawn
… exas. Ho hum.
So much yawning. I didn’t sleep
the entire afternoon, though. When I woke
up I realized I was watching a Hallmark Channel movie about two wedding
planners falling in love. Wow. Help me get back to sleep …
1
John 1:5 says, “This is the message we
have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no
darkness at all.”
Father,
thank you that Noa is healing well. Give
us a great day of worship. Draw those
folks there that you want there. Amen.
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