Unto Us a Child is Born
I finally figured it out. Apparently I must have eaten some sort of small alien super-mouse, who is now grown to be about 6 pounds and is trying to claw his way out. This makes a lot more sense than me being pregnant and explains a lot of what’s been going on. I’ll let you know when he escapes.
Who’s ready for Christmas? We watched National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation last week so I am. Since we are going gift-free, this is basically a stress-free holiday full of lots of cookies and Christmas music. Highly recommended.
Speaking of Christmas music, apparently BB was not actually born in this country or somehow grew up somewhere Christmas music is hated. He’s supposed to sing Christmas music at an event on Saturday, and this morning he asked me to teach him the melody of the song “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.” I am still flabbergasted. Whoever is waging that War on Christmas must be quite proud of himself!
I’m looking forward to the holiday distraction myself. Getting a little restless over here. In some ways, I’m in the home stretch of meeting this little peanut and yet at the same time, it is still a far way away. I need a deadline to work. Not that I want him to come any sooner because we all know what happens when a baby comes – everything is awful. There’s crying and pooping and crying and no sleeping. Lord help me. This baby better be darn cute. I’m really counting on being able to keep my daily nap schedule and to watch The Wire. Apparently this makes me mildly delusional.
Thus, I have started my “to do before baby” list, which so far includes: hair cut, be extra nice to BB, pedicure, see Les Mis, clean apartment. To be fair, clean apartment has been on every to do list I’ve ever made.
I need a few good fiction books to read during this last push, so feel free to send me your recommendations. I just returned “Lionheart” by Sharon Kay Penman to the library having only read 2/3 of it over the past month and a half. I usually devour her books, but this one just didn’t capture my attention. I have a number of non-fiction books on adoption, sex trafficking, the Holy Spirit, and marriage on my shelf, but none of those are drawing me in at the moment either. I need fiction. Yummy, colorful, fanciful fiction.
Leaving you with my Advent meditation verse for the day:
For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given: and the government shall be upon His shoulder: and His Name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince Of Peace. Of the increase of His government and peace there shall be no end, upon the throne of David, and upon his Kingdom, to order it, and to establish it with Judgment and with Justice from henceforth even for ever. The zeal of the LORD of hosts will perform this. (Isaiah 9:6-7)
Love that it’s “unto US.” Jesus is God’s gift to us.
Also love that Jesus came to establish judgment and justice. Feeling a real need for that in 2012. I keep hearing more stories from other One World Adoption families about trials they are facing in their adoptions, and it just makes me so angry. It’s so heart-breaking for the children and families. God’s justice will be done, and I have to take comfort in that. No one gets away with anything even if we don’t see the justice done.
Hope your holiday preparations are going well.