Mamma Said There'd Be Days Like This!

I realized today that it has been a month since I have made a new post on this blog. Jason joked that my adoring followers wouldn't know what to do. Apparently you all survived.

This month has been somewhat busy, but mostly my focus has been diverted to real life! We all have had colds...again. A few weeks ago I was summoned to jury duty and selected to serve on the jury. It was quite interesting, and slightly inconvenient. We have also been busy getting ready for the newest Blackley to join our Tribe! Below is a picture of Micah 'helping' as Jason and I prepped the room to paint.

You know, cuz the carpet needed to be swiffered!

Please note the deep color of green...two coats of Kills primer and one coat of paint finally did the trick! I don't have any post paint job pictures, but the room looks much lighter! We painted it a neutral 'almond' color since we don't know the sex of the baby.

Jason and Micah taking off the outlet covers.

Micah is changing more and more every day. He is saying so many words and talking ALL the time (most of it is still gibberish). The desire to be more independent is becoming more and more evident...along with his sin nature and temper tantrums.

He is also getting more coordinated, he loves to feed himself with a spoon and fork, although he prefers a 'big kid' fork over his blunt toddler fork. I don't blame the kid and let him use our forks!

He has also discovered how fun coloring can be, and his mother has discovered how much she can get done in the kitchen while he colors. Below are a few pictures I took last week. I was having one of those days where I felt like not a whole lot was going right. The song "Mamma Said There'd Be Days Like This" kept running through my head. I wasn't necessarily in a bad mood, but rather emotional and slightly short-circuited. In a effort to get a few things done I pulled out the washable markers and let Micah-Moo have at it.

He got so serious and would lean over the picture as he scribbled away. It made all my 'worries' melt away watching him.

This picture doesn't show it very well, but his socks didn't even match that day...just a small example of how the day was going.

I literally turned around to wash a dish at the sink and this is what I found when I turned back. I don't think he even realized what he did...he was laughing and smiling because I was. I love this picture, I feel like it captures what a 'boy' he's becoming.

We are definitely on the countdown for the arrival of baby #2. My blood pressure has still been borderline, but I haven't had the swelling like I did when pregnant with Micah...yet anyway ;) My doctor is having me come in twice a week now for non-stress tests. Personally I feel like it is overkill, but would rather be safe than sorry and get preeclampsia again. We are still on track to try for a VBAC, but if I haven't gone into labor by 40 weeks I will more than likely have a c-section. While this is not our first choice, we feel like this is the best decision . I am so hoping that I go into labor on my own, but ultimately want a safe delivery and arrival of our next child.

It is so difficult sometimes to lay down our pride and admit that we aren't in control. At the same time, I am so so grateful I'm not in control. I'm thankful that my identity doesn't hinge on my birthing experiences, children, or even on my marriage. I'm thankful that my identity is in Christ and what He did for me...and that His grace will never change or go away!