I Don't Have Bugs On My Coffee Table

I talked to Baby Girl's mom and she was very good about relieving me of my sleepless nights. Baby Girl is slowly but surely adjusting to life at child care. Her teachers love her (of course) and she is bonding with them (I might be a little jealous over this). And I was relieved to hear that they had a Plan B...a nanny waiting in the wings if they needed her. But they are hoping that they can just keep her where she is, and avoid any more change. I'm praying for that too. They want to wait out the month anyway, so I'm thinking she'll do just fine. She's such a great baby!

I don't know where all that worry came, but boy, it sure consumed me that night. Sort of knocked me over the head. I thought for sure I was getting ESPN vibes from Baby Girl's house (she lives near me) or something. Or the Man Upstairs was speaking to me, telling me to serve.

Thank you, thank you, thank you those of you that offered up encouragement and advice. I really appreciate it. I was truly torn. I am so loving how things are in my own house right now--this new chapter we have with both girls in school. A-girl is only in school for 2 1/2 hours this year, but I am enjoying getting to know myself again within those precious hours. Or catching up on laundry, grocery shopping and pulling weeds, or other things on the "to do" list. I feel like I'm all here now, if that makes any sense at all. So that's it for now. As you know, things change daily. Tomorrow I'm probably taking care of Baby Girl, cuz she went home sick today and she can't go back until it's been like 24 hours since the fever ended or something. So if she's feeling up to it tomorrow, I get my Baby Girl-fix. See how that works? Lovely.

On another note, guess what we're up to? Last night, at our church, we started the first of thirteen weeks of Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace University class. This will probably be a good chunk of my blog for in the next 13 weeks. The whole idea is to build up an emergency fund, pay off debt completely, and pay everything with cash (or check or debit). Build savings and actually save money for things that we want, rather than using credit. Novel idea, isn't it? I seem to remember this from um...back in the day. There was life pre-credit cards. Ramsey doesn't much care for the credit card. It makes sense.

Ramsey warned us that hubbs and I will get into arguments. To be gentle and calm with each other.That this will be touching on some emotional nerves. I'll say. It's frightening to give up our emergency credit card. Frightening to not have our emergency pizza/home decor/Christmas presents go to. But we are so excited to do this. So when I come on here and vent, whine and probably cry about how much I miss my relationship with MasterCard, please help a sister out and don't let me cave. Don't.Let.Me. You know how I am.

Little tip here that was suggested last night (that sounds a little less Scary Larry than actually cutting up the credit card, we are sure Ramsey will be suggesting any day now)-- to freeze your credit cards in a pitcher full of water. That way, when you get the urge to use it, it is not so easy to get to and by the time it were to thaw out, you hopefully would've talked yourself out of using it. Cool, isn't it?

After class we're driving home, still high-five-ing each other (yes, hubbs and I do that) and buzzing off the excitement of the class, and O started freaking out in the back seat. She was all, "What is that big red thing in the sky?!" I'm thinking UFO??? Cuz of course I go to worse case scenario. But what it ended up being was the moon. Sure enough, it was all orangery-red. Hubbs and I had to agree that we had never seen that before. Perplexed is what we were. I thought I was maybe, might, could be, on-the-tip-of-my-brain, remembering something about an October moon. But I'm pretty sure I'm making it up.

After much pondering, hubbs suggested that it is probably from the wildfires burning near Mt. Hood. That the smoke is making the moon look like it's all orangery-red. Regardless, if it does it tonight, I'm totally taking a pic. You've got to see it. Freakity.

And now I'd like to share with you what is on my coffee table. Like how I didn't transition at all there? It's how I roll. It was an issue in college and apparently it still is. Sorry. I'll work on it. I just have so much to say and sometimes you can't just transition well from red moon to coffee table. But anyway! My friend Rena, over here--Rena Jones--had a little bit on her blog today about what was on her coffee table. She has bugs on hers. You should check it out. But she asked the question of what is on your coffee table. Followed by a question of what is a one-of-a-kind thing of yours that you cherish. I thought I'd surprise her and answer her over here. So I'll start with the coffee table. Today, A-girl and I had games on our coffee table. We were playing these--




The "Please" & "Thank You" and sharing has become quite the discussion in our house lately and I found these games are fun and sneaky supplements to our (consistent and exhausting) teachings of these values. Thank you, Noodleboro!

So that's what was on our coffee table this morn.

As for the one-of-a-kind cherished thing. I have many of these, but the first thing to come to mind was this old cigar box full of vintage gumball machine toys and prizes, my mom had collected as a little girl. Somehow I was the lucky one to end up with them. They are so special to me, because I imagine they were precious to her. Important, as things like that tend to be when you're little. The box is full of tiny, delightful trinkets. I ripped my bedroom apart looking for the cigar box, so I could show you, but it is still packed away in a box in the garage from our move a year ago. To be continued on that one. They are pretty cool, I totally have to show you now.

Well, I had a lot to say up there. I could so go on, but figure you probably need to leave now. So until next time...