It is 10:45, and I'm sitting cross-legged on my unmade bed, none too worried about the state of my hair (greasy and up) or my attire (wrinkly pjs) or my home (hmmmm. probably should be!). Nearby, my smaller counterpart, who is equally unconcerned with her bed head or pjs (hers are cuter, pinker), is bathing her babies with equal parts spit and baby wipes with all the diligence of a two year old, occasionally punctuating the ritual with "no fussin, beebee," and "poo poo inyer diaper," of course followed by the necessary change. Perhaps by 11:00 we will take a break from our inactivity and have breakfast. There is always the hope for change.

Having not blogged for a while, let me give you a wee peek into the affairs of the Watsons three. After nearly two months of out of town family masquerading as company, I am attempting to reinstate some sort of routine into my daily life that will manage cooking, house cleaning, shopping, and child-training. I have no fathomable idea of how to do this successfully, but dreamer that I am, I can try. We are celebrating the release of our family beast from his bondage to the cone, or bib as the littlest W calls it. He has officially been declared well, and will doubtless take the first opportunity to release 6 weeks of pent-up male cat aggression on our unsuspecting neighborhood with no regard for the "way too much money!" we spent on him. While I have no absolute proof, I'm pretty sure that the scwalling I heard in the ally behind our house at precisely 1:33 last night testified to the breakage of a certain no-fighting rule we bound him to upon reinstating his freedom. One last note regarding our feline's appearance: were I a neighboring cat out for a prowl, I'd take one look at this shaggy, scarred and fiendish-eyed Tom and tuck tail for an easier fight elsewhere. I'm pretty certain Rochester is reveling in this switch from pretty boy to "the cat from the other side of the tracks".

Also newsworthy is the exorbitant purchase of the long coveted Nikon D90 DSLR camera. For years it has been winking seductively at me. Now it is MINE. Having not yet delved into the 278 page manual, I have managed to attach the camera strap and lens (for those interested parties: AF-S Nikkor 18-105mm 1:3.5-5.6G ED...yea, I know what a little of all that means), adjusted the Main Command Dial to auto, and have taken some absolutely spectacular picture. Forgive the momentary bragging. Its just nice to know that a photographer really is only as good as their camera...and this camera has given me lots of room to grow! It has been suggested to me that I take a class. A rather good suggestion actually! In the future prepare yourself for many pictures posted of a certain two year old, lots of inanimate objects, and well, coffee cups and like paraphernalia. I will probably also post on my rather steep learning curve taking place with PSE, where I've discovered that it is possible to make a bad shot good and simultaneously spend 2 hours in 15 minutes. You know what I mean.

Happily, I can announce that my handy, hardworking husband looks to be in hot demand throughout the Spring and Summer months. It is good to learn to trust the Lord to provide through the slim months and very nice to rest in the Lord's goodness with a little extra padding through the thicker months. Praise God from whom all blessings flow, who satisfies us with good things, who delights to give good gifts, who will supply all our needs according to his riches in glory.

The last few months have also carried a certain strain as we seek to give the shape of our family over to the Lord day after day. Having watched what looked like a sure and a good thing pass us by, we are excited to  continue to pursue adopting our next baby...whomever that may be. The not-so-side effect of letting go of a possible adoption is the increased amazement wrapped up in our first adoption. Nothing will ever compare to the gift and miracle that our feisty-sweet two year old is. At unexpected times I am so overcome with thankfulness and awe that I just cry, like on Mother's Day when my daughter says (under Daddy's tutelage) "Happy Day, Momma!", or when we cuddle at bedtime and she sings Jesus Loves Me along with me  in her little off-key voice. I am so blessed.

Lastly,  am up to my imagination's eye-balls in PINK as I plan a birthday party for the pinkest princess in town. Its not that I'm carried away...well, its just that I'm carried away! How do you take a red-dominated house and throw a pink party? I don't know, but I'm sure to post some (phenomenal) pictures upon my success. After all, you only get to turn two once... and you only love pink for so long... Let the party BEGIN!

Now it is 12:08 PM. I've managed to blog, clean my floor, feed my princess, while simultaneously talking on the phone. The sun shine is luring me outside where a plethora of pink flowers are waiting to be planted. A shower and real clothes will just have to wait till a more opportune time, I'm afraid. Ta ta, my dear readers, now that you are up to date!