A noteworthy day

This is how my day began. It's 6:30am, Julio and I are sleeping peacefully when suddenly we here a tiny person say in a loud voice: "Anybody home?? Anybody home??" I think this may be one of the first times in my life when the first thing I do in a morning is laugh. What a riot. We have no idea where he got that from! And no, we don't leave our children home alone, but yes, it's true that first thing in the morning we're not always exactly scrambling to get to Sammy's room when he calls. I guess he thought he'd cut out the preliminary babble and whimpers today. Blessed Julio got up and said, "Yes Sam, I'm home!".So that was a little something from offspring #2. Would you like to hear news from offspring #3?? Well, here you go, I heard a little heartbeat today! It took a while to find, but it was there and strong and the best sound in the world. After all this nausea I needed a bit of good news. And despite the fact that my belly is gigantic and people are asking me all the time if I'm pregnant, my doctor is quite sure there's only one little Silvestri in there. Phew and phew! Today I actually had a conversation with another grade 7 teacher who basically stared at my stomach the whole time he and I were chatting. It's a christian school, so I suppose staring at a woman's chest is frowned upon, but seriously, eyes off the belly too! I still have a face you know!! And finally, a little something from the firstborn. My sister Robyn thinks everything he says is pretty much hilarious so I should just try to remember ANYTHING he says, but I'll just recap the events that happened just moments ago as that's all this pregnant brain can come up with. I was putting Luke to bed, and he's having a lot of issues lately with wanting to talk about "killing" and we've pretty much figured out that it's coming from his Bible stories at night. Seriously, I don't think the Old Testament was intended for preschoolers. It's like the 10 commandments are the only place where killing is NOT advised. Just kidding, I know God is the same in the Old Testament and the New and His graciousness and love abounds all over the place, but what do I say to my 3-year-old when he starts worrying that the walls of our house are going to come tumbling down or that giants are going to come and try and kill us and that we're going to get eaten by whales and then puked up? It gets tricky. Anyhow, he had a change of heart tonight and decided he was against killing and loved Jesus and God and so when I asked him if he wanted to pray he said sure, I want to pray for someone who doesn't love Jesus to love Him. I said that sounded like a good idea, who did he have in mind? He said, "Goliath!" Well, I explained that Goliath had been dead for a long time but that he could pray for other people that don't love God because they're around too and he said, "No, I think I'll just pray for Goliath". So, tonight Goliath got prayed for. Probably the longest and most sincere prayer I've ever heard from Luke. That's all I've got, it's about 51 minutes until my bedtime and I'm going to use all those precious moments to sew. See the shameless self-promotion below:

quick update

It's 9:08 which is about 8 minutes past my newly determined bedtime, so I'm going to make this quick. I haven't blogged in so long that it's daunting to start, but "You must begin before you can finish" as the wise Nunga Punga and the Booch once said. (Side note: "The Nunga Punga and the Booch" is one of the best children's books ever and in no bookstores anywhere.)
Begin I shall. The best and most exciting part of our lives right now is a little someone who has taken up residence in my womb. Coming soon to a world near you, sometime probably well after the expected due date of November 11th. We're thrilled. The other side of this thrilling news is that I'm experiencing the most intense pregnancy symptoms of my life and have no trouble declaring this our last child. Lord willing and all that jazz. I'm almost 11 weeks along now and in a week we will have an appointment to hopefully hear the little heartbeat that has caused all this nausea. As Luke put it the other day, "Mom, I'm sorry the baby is hurting you so much and kicking your stomach". What compassion. I hope he doesn't take all my months of lethargy and nausea out on the poor thing when they finally meet. So far both boys have already really loved to give the baby hugs and kisses, which is easy to do since my abdomen has swollen nicely, or rather, never fully unswelled from Samuel making this pregnancy somewhat convenient as I can now answer YES! to the perpetual "are you pregnant" questions. I still forget not to be grumpy when people ask that now and rather just celebrate the belly. I realize this baby is still only a bit bigger than a plump olive, but I will celebrate my bump nonetheless.
I have also, because I am a glutton for punishment, started teaching grade 7 part-time again, the exact grade I vowed never to go back to. So, add hyper pre-adolescents in springtime every morning to the general nausea and fatigue I'm experiencing and voila my life. The grade 7s are starting to become more tolerable to me and hopefully I to them and life is really not as bleak as I'm making it sound. It's the evening and I always feel worse in the evening so forgive this post for being a little bit more grumpy than it needs to be. The morning version would be, "oh bliss! God has granted me this golden opportunity to speak French and goodwill into the lives of children on the cusp of adulthood!" Who are we kidding, I couldn't foster that kind of enthusiasm any time of day.
The best part about teaching is my mom. She is looking after the boys 2 or 3 times a week (Julio does the other days and he's great too) and I usually come home, sit on the couch and my mom feeds me. Today when I came home, Luke realized it was near lunch time, as I only work mornings, and said to my mom, "Gramma Anne can you make me lunch now?" Yes, the children know she is more reliable to feed them and take care of them than I am. My mother is a dream on all fronts, including washing my dishes and sweeping my floors, not to mention saying my kids are wonderful and what a joy it is to be with them. They definitely have a good deal having my mom and Julio around in the mornings, they are much more chipper and energetic than I could muster at this point in life. Today I managed to drag myself along with my family to the park before supper, sit on the park bench and watch them all play, and it genuinely amazed me to see how much energy Julio had for chasing the boys around. Julio has had the most remarkable attitude this time around and even deals with my spontaneous bouts of tears and emotion with amazing calm. He has obviously walked this road before. He said to me, after my first emotional pregnant outburst, "Oh yeah, I forgot about this!" That just shows you how even keel I am emotionally most of my life. Take that.
Okay, it is now 9:25 and the nausea is winning out and my bed is calling. There, I blogged. Happy??