The time had come. I had had 10 great days of rest while Mom was here, and then a weekend to transition in with Josh home, and now it was Monday, he went to work, and the adventure of three-under-three began in earnest.
I saw God's mercies new every morning of that week, and would pray quietly to be filled with grace before getting out of my bed to start the day. I must keep this practice, for I notice much difference in my patience and peace when I do.
Thanks to Philip's long naps, the girls and I have been able to have at least one period of "activity time" together each day. I find they do so much better when their curiosity and creativity have been engaged in a day... makes their toys and books seem more sufficient when they need to occupy themselves.
Happy all. Storytime on the spare bed that is still in their room. :o)