The weather is warming, the trees and bushes are in bloom, the children are running wild and I am still without internet. I want it but am not breaking my neck to get it reinstalled. Yes, some things would be easier with it at home, but I have been working on some projects that need my attention and the computer isn’t stopping me. We finished school yesterday and the children are very happy about that. We have the Passover feast tomorrow followed by the Feast of Unlevened Bread. We as modern believers miss the fact that Adonai told us to celebrate these festivals forever and miss so we miss out on the blessings and fun. With this busy week coming up I glad we don’t have school to worry with as well. Derek decided on a two week break from school, which means only doing 15mins a day and that will be good for all of us. Next week I’ll start going through clothes for our month long trip. Boy, will that be an adventure.
While the big ones were out playing yesterday I put Super Sweet out with them. He was on his truck until Peanut moved him to the walker. A bit later Big E told me that Super Sweet was wet. Odd I thought to myself, he’s in the walker, how would Elijah know that. Well, I went down and sure enough the boy was wet, with mud. They had him sitting on the cold wet dirt. Don’t worry, he was as happy as pie. His hands were brown, his fingernails black and so forth. When he bored of them he crawled into the house and put on a hat, until he saw me eating something. After a bee line to me he slipped on the rug while trying to stand. His sweet little nose hit the leg of the chair. A bloody nose was the result, but was cured with a bath. The bath is his second favorite place to be. The most exciting thing to happen lately was that this past Friday Super Sweet took two steps to me. Saturday he took some more, in groups of 4 and 5. I am the only one he’ll walk to that’s ok too. He is “talking” up a storm and not afraid to point at what he wants. My little Super Sweet is growing as fast as the others and I think it’s the dad’s fault. At least he doesn’t have to leave my room yet. After sharing a room with him for this long I don’t know what I’d do when he moves to another room. Happy Passover! Shalom!