Whew!

Blogs are a lot of work, especially if you're not in school anymore and not forced to deal with computers all the time. I feel like the almost 3 years since I've graduated have aged me about 20 in computer-user-age. Not a fun feeling!

All these new additions to the blog are the manifest symptoms of the blog fever that I have caught yet again (ironically enough, at almost exactly the same time that I came down with it last year--is it something in the weather?), and the pain in my neck and shoulders must be attributed to the almost 2 hours I have been sitting at this desk searching and playing and editing and doing it all in the most roundabout way possible. And wow that was a long sentence.

I'm going to bed now, but I leave you with my favorite new thing today: the playlist. These are the songs I keep hitting "repeat" on in iTunes--hope you like them.

P.S. After seriously the most ghetto and backwards picture/title editing job (I used Paint for goodness' sake!), I have decided that we're going to spring for Photoshop whenever I get my new and expensive camera Tony promises he's going to get for me one day. So look forward to all my amazingly brilliant and gorgeous pictures coming via that wonderful application in around 2-15 years!

Cuteness Incarnate

This is Elizabeth singing her brother to sleep. I love my life.

Lemonade Days

Well, we did an "Atlantean" thing this weekend. We went to Lemonade Days held in Brook Run park, which is right by where we live. It's actually the park where Elizabeth plays and where Tony accidentally pulled her elbow out of socket. So many fun memories. Anyway, it was a Dunwoody Arts and Crafts Guild fair complete with rides and animals and--my favorite--funnel cakes. Here's Elizabeth and Tony on the one and only ride she could do:

She loved it! Tony bought 4 tickets thinking that she and he could ride it twice, only to get to the front of the line and find out it was 3 (!) tickets a person. The sweet old man running the merry-go-round let them on anyway (even though they were 2 tickets short), and when Elizabeth was bawling because it was over, he let them ride again for free. Jude, Jude's stroller and I were perched on a hill in some walkway nearby so I could get these pics:

So they rode and I photographed and then we went and got a funnel cake and we were all happy. Then we decided to leave the rides and walk back by the art vendors. I still can't get Vickie Martin's works out of my head--she had this series called Rhythm of the Universe which reminded me of Lewis' Space Trilogy, in which I am currently absorbed. Here's my favorite:

It's called "First Prime," and you can find the rest of the series here. What do you think?

Holy Thursday Thoughts.

I am not the hugest fan of greeting cards, unless they are just really, really, really funny. I usually opt for a blank card and say exactly what I want to say, the way I want to say it. So it was interesting for me to receive an Easter card today and not only like it, but have my sanctification process furthered too. :) It reminded me of all the things I'd been forgetting lately, and sent my mind to where it should have been the whole of this Holy Week. Here is what it said:

We should fear only
If the Lord were not in control...

We should worry only
If the Lord were not able to meet our needs...

We should strive only
If the Lord were not our Shepherd...

We should doubt only
If the Lord were not faithful...

We should grieve only
If the Lord were not risen!

Hallelujah! His life and His love have set us free.

Return of the Mommy

Just so everyone knows, I am writing this post with a sleeping Elizabeth perched in my lap. Jude is asleep in the crib (that's right; we only have one), and all is peaceful for the moment. (All moms breathe a collective and reflective sigh of relief here with me.) It would be perfect, but for the destruction going on above me. I wish you could hear the Armageddon-ish booms coming from the ceiling! For the past couple of months, there have been workman, movers, and generally heavy walkers (that's for you, Jenni) in the apartment above us. I don't know what the previous tenants did to that place, but apparently the complex has needed to declare it a ground zero and start building from the guts up. As one might imagine, it is NOISY! Not the ideal conditions for a newborn and a 1 and 1/2 year old not-so-good-nap-taker. Just wanted to set the stage for you.

Aaaanyway....

A lot's changed since last year, which was the last time I posted. We have not one cutie patootie, but TWO! I don't even know where to begin. "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times," is appropriate, but maybe a touch too dramatic. Judah is a perfect baby, adhering to the Babywise routine like a champ. He has his little fussy time anywhere from 9 to 11 at night, at which point I am convinced no one but Daddy will do. Elizabeth is hilarious and crazy all day long. If she takes a nap it's usually on the floor or couch (or today, me) because that girl sleeps where she falls. (I am reaping the consequences of NOT having her on a routine. I will not make that mistake again!) She loves, loves, loves her baby brother, trying to touch him, kiss him, lay on him, etc., whenever she can. She frequently finds his pacy and sticks it in her own mouth, then when I catch her she pops it out, holds it up to me and says, "Ju-da? Ju-da?" as sweetly as you can imagine. My little helper.

We are still in our two-bedroom apartment, but not for lack of trying to find something else! We have decided, after much prayer, that it must be God who finds us a house, because we sure haven't had any success. We are much too picky, and much too spoiled with our pretty-low rent. Sadly, I still spend/waste a lot of my time on jennypruitt.com just searching and searching for that perfect first home: an older, mostly brick "cottage" with a huge front porch, 4BR/at least 2BA, large and open eat-in kitchen, preferably renovated with white cabinets and stainless appliances, hardwoods and/or NEW Berber carpets, and a gorgeous, lush, and level backyard with the kind of grass that begs to be played in. All must be charming and have loads of character and give me a "quaint" feeling. Is this too much to ask?! I know, I know.

Thanks for reading, and if you are reading, then thanks for waiting this long to do it. I am a blogger again!