…that when the going gets tough, the tough go shopping.
So the children and I went out to the shops today for a little group retail therapy (a VERY rare occurrence). It served the dual purpose of reducing the stress of so many changes happening simultaneously, and giving us a change of scene. We’ve done a lot of fretting around here about how we will fit into this little house if we aren’t able to find a new place, making some changes to our homeschool routine, choosing colleges; and we’ve been keeping ourselves close to home with all of the snow and ice that has come recently.
Our first stop was at our favourite toy store – Barnes and Noble. I was just planning to pick up a road atlas for our trip to New Hampshire on Saturday. And I did. See?
But anytime the Gadbois clan is in a bookstore, we find it difficult to resist indulging in further literary goodness.
The Hungry Caterpillar for James to go with Brown Bear and Polar Bear which came for his birthday. I LOVE these little Eric Carle board books for wee ones. HIGHLY recommend.
I remember this book fondly from my own childhood.
And can you believe we didn’t already have this one? I kept meaning to pick it up. I thought it was high time.
I want you to know that I saved a bundle with my B&N Member Card. Brian will be very happy to know. And there is probably a $5 coupon in the mail, too. I suggested to the lady who checked us out – she was wearing a manager-type name tag – that they should give away bookcases as a bonus gift after a member buys a certain number of books. She promised to suggest it. 🙂
While still riding the book high, I had the girls run into Carter’s and pick these up:
Aren’t they divine? If course, it’s MUCH too early to know whether our little sweetpea is a girl or a boy. But after two little fellas in a row, everyone figures the odds are in her favour. And if we have a little chap, we’ll tuck these away for a future godchild or grandchild.
And in order to bring myself back down out of the clouds, we trekked across the plaza to pick up… pillows. Strangely, that still gave me an awful lot of pleasure. I kept imagining my loves resting their weary heads on fresh new cushions and dreaming sweet dreams. How is it that everyday ordinariness can produce such feelings of joy? I don’t know. But I’m very glad it does.
… who is expecting her eighth child, as drawn by her 4-year-old daughter.
Sophie as she sees her mother. That little dark circle in the center of my body is our new little baby. See how happy I am? She captured that beautifully. And she also captured my awesomely bad hair day. We’re keeping it real here. Anyway, it was a very windy day (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it).
It’s been a long while since I blogged anything. We’ve been so, so busy. We *thought* we were going to move to a farm we’d fallen in love with. In fact, we had a contract on it, but the seller either couldn’t or wouldn’t wait for our financing to come through. Ironically, our financing came through this past weekend. It took a grand total of four months’ time. That’s a long, long time to wait for a loan to be processed.
It doesn’t look like Massachusetts is for us. In fact, it looks like New England isn’t for us, despite the fact that we grew up here. So we’re looking at moving further away. Like, to Kentucky.
And we haven’t much time to get ourselves re-settled because, in case you hadn’t already noticed the ticker to the right, we are once again expecting. That makes eight children. In a tiny little house where businesses are run and a homeschool is supposed to be operating. I can’t tell you how difficult it has been over the last two years to keep things organized and running in this little place.
Hopefully I’ll return to regular blogging now. I’ve missed it – and you.