We worked hard.

The baby’s room is moving along, thanks to some coats of primer and paint. All the wall colors are up. All the ceiling panels are primed and sanded. We have some of those panels painted. We will continue to paint this week and once they are all pretty in their blues and greys, D will begin to place them on the ceiling.

My body aches today. My right wrist and hand are sore because I have a bad habit of clenching the paint roller when painting. My knees make me feel old and worn out as they seem to barely be able to keep me up at times. My feet are still slightly swollen but at least I am able to put my shoes on.

But for all the soreness, it is worth it because progress is happening and I got to help.

But the weekend wasn’t all about hard work.
We got to visit Home Depot.
The Olympics started and we checked in on one of the many stations televising the different sports when we would take a few minutes to sit down or eat lunch. (Our favorite sport so far- table tennis.)
Our friend Es had a surprise birthday lunch on Sunday. While at her house, we watched Iraq beat Costa Rica, the USA Men’s basketball team loose, and then some Australian men loose at beach volley ball (to the US).

But the most precious memory I have from this weekend was when we kept nursery at church. It gave me a glimpse into the not so distance future.

D was holding one of the many little ones in the nursery, keeping her happy and occupied. She liked to grab on to the train table and pull herself up, finding toys to put into her mouth. At one point she sat back down on D’s knee and then suddenly pitched forward bonking her head on the table. (Hey, accidents do happen. No need to go calling DCFS.) She cried and he tried to comfort her and then we noticed that the child had a bloody nose.

While I was ready to freak out and get the mother, D took the baby into the bathroom, wiped up the blood (getting a few spots on his pants) and tried to keep her happy. Her nose quit bleeding almost as quickly as it started and when we explained it to her parents (at the end of church because I didn’t go get the mother) they were so cool about it. The baby even fell asleep in his arms.

It was a nice glimpse of how D will be able to handle what comes our way when the baby arrives. And, I think, a testament that parenting skills aren’t necessarily learned from a book, but can just come up from somewhere inside of you.

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