Scott was such a dear to listen sympathetically to my day’s frustrations. I know that all the work that I had on that one day is really nothing compared to the burden he bares daily to provide for me and our children. I am so blessed to have him!
Saturday, we had karate class that morning and afterwards we went to the grocery store and bought some groceries for this week.
Most of the groceries we bought were for the baby shower that I am giving for a church member that is also a friend in our homeschool group. I am hoping that I have a good attendance of the other mothers in our homeschool group as well. I have a tendency to go overboard on preparations and then I wind up very disappointed if no one comes.
This time I am trying to keep an open mind and have a backup plan if no one that was invited comes. I may do like the king in the Bible that calls people from the street to come to the banquet (check out Luke 14:16-24). Okay, maybe I won’t go so far as to call strangers to eat with us. Maybe just call our children and husbands to join the party. I must say that is one advantage to having a large family, you always have party participants available.
Wednesday, I have an appointment for an ultrasound, where we hope to find out our baby’s gender. The kids are hoping for a girl. Joshua and Ruth said that they wouldn’t be disappointed if the baby did turn out to be a boy. Hannah however is determined that this baby has to be a girl. So for her sake, I’m glad that we are finding out early. That way she’ll have time to adjust before the baby gets here.
Everyone seems to be curious about the names we’ve picked. If we have a boy, we plan to name him Joseph Harold. If the baby is a girl, we plan to name her Elisabeth Rose.
We have a pattern to naming our children. For their first names we choose a Bible name, and their middle names are all a family name or a slight variation thereof.
For instance Rose comes from one of Scott’s grandmothers whose name was Rosa. The interesting part is that her full name was Rosa Elizabeth.
Even Joseph Harold has extra significance. Harold was not only my husband’s grandfather’s name, it is also the middle name of my childhood pastor that my father always called his father-in-the- ministry. His first name was Joseph, although he went by Harold.
We would call ours Joseph.
Well, I better quit blogging about my upcoming week and get busy living it. 🙂 I have a lot to do before I’m finished being ready for the shower. I better get busy.