I somehow see Layn coming up with this all on his own in a few years.

This bears thinking about

Changes

     Every day changes occur.  There is really no avoiding them and yet I find myself resistant to change, or at least I used to be.  In the past year I have been forced into so many changes, both personal and otherwise that I find there is no resisting any longer.  The greatest changed that I have experienced is the fact that I have changed concerning change. 
     In the past month or so I even find myself embracing change as it comes along and I have come to the conclusion that the presence of a small child in every household is an absolute necessity.  The daily growth and progress that they make tends to rub off on the grown-ups in their lives.  It is this constant change that makes us all strong.  I am learning to dislike the phrase, "I'm too old!"  I cannot think of a single thing that I am too old to be doing.  My age may change how capable I am of doing some things but I am beginning to refuse to be too old. 
     I hit a bump a little while back and got too old.  Too old to crawl around in the dirt and play in the sandbox.  Boy did I miss it.  My body didn't for sure but my mind sure did and that is way more important.  I got too old for laying on the floor and putting my feet in the air while I watch a movie.  My hips sure didn't mind letting that little exercise go but my mental health declined as a result.  The belly laughs ceased for a while and so did the cartwheels (sure I can do a cartwheel).  My body began to rejoice and relax a little thinking that I had finally matured past the need for such antics.  My mind started to atrophy and my heart actually shrunk a couple of sizes (just like the Grinch).
     Then Layn and Savannah came into our lives and I am happy to report that the legs are in the air, the belly is aching from all the laughing, cartwheels are back on the menu and this Grinches heart has grown back to its normal size.
     Change: bring it!

The Simple Womans Daybook 2 April 2012

Outside my window....the sun is shining and the forecast is for warmer temperatures this week. With fewer classes to work on maybe the weather will let me out to work in the gardens.

I am thinking...about music and the way that different kinds of music can touch people.  In the morning when I sit here Layn will climb up on my lap and ask to hear various YouTube videos that I have played for him.  I like to study his reactions as he listens to The High Kings and the nursery rhyme songs.  He is enthralled with the bagpipes and the fiddles and truly enjoys the fine harmonies.  By the same token he only tolerates the nursery rhymes because of the bright colors. It is interesting to me anyway.

I am thankful for...the start of this most holy of weeks that we have entered into.  I look forward to immersing myself in meditation of the passion and death of Our Lord this week and then finishing up with the celebration of the Resurrection.

From the kitchen....there is enough leftover lasagna from yesterday to satisfy a small army today.

I am wearing...my nightgown still.  Not really ready to shower and start the day yet.

I am creating...a couple of other versions of the dress that I entered in the contest.  It gave me some ideas for changes both to the pattern itself and to the way that I had it trimmed.

I am going....to stay home today and get the week's worth of schoolwork done.

I am reading...Kreeft's Making Sense Out of Suffering

I am hoping....that the weather does stay nice this week so that Ian can get his corn in as well as his oats.

I am hearing...Melissa chatting with Layn as he gets his diaper changed.

Around the house...all is quiet, far too quiet.  I love that my kids are growing up but the downside is that they all leave and take the noise of small children and home away with them.

One of my favorite things...having MK come home yesterday to eat with us and enjoy a little family time together.

A few plans for the rest of the week....have to run to town tomorrow to pick up my sewing machine and a special order of fabric then it is only to church that I will be going all week long.

Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you...

He already has the intense "farmer" look down and he's not yet 2.  This is Layn on Saturday watching Matthew dig with the backhoe.  You can bet that he was making sure that Uncle Matt did everything right.