" How 'bout getting off of these antibiotics...."

The whooping cough came and went, our friends' baby had it (seems to be recovering now, praise the Lord) and because we had been holding him a few days before he'd been diagnosed, Shawn's work freaked out, along with the WHO or something like, and so he and I went on a stint of antibiotics in massive doses which lasted 5 days. It's odd that the Dr prescribed the same dose for Shawn as he did for me, as he is bit bigger than myself. Needless to say, I didn’t feel good for the duration. Shawn had a culture done the first day, which was a week ago, and we only found out today that he was negative for the plague after all. Oh well.

So while I was unwell, I was a wee bit lazy-ish. :D I read an exiting novel by John Grisham, entitled The Broker. I liked it. Also, I got hooked on the tv series 24, I managed to watch a whole season, heh.

So I got back to work finally. I made some more baby dresses, and more bloomers. Really ugly fabric turned into oh-so-cute dresses. I'll see if I can get Em to model one so I can get a pic up.

I finished the scarf I'd started in October, it turned out ok, I wish I had crocheted it, knitting takes too long. Cher I checked out magic blankets, very cool. When I'm old and have a million hours to crochet that’s what I will make, or if I get tempted to sooner. The one I saw was made of a gagillion different yarn, crocheted rectangularly around and around, using different stitches for each lap. Is that what you had in mind?

My back is killing me, I need to get a real sewing chair, and a real desk chair too. Wah, wah.

Hip hip horray! Jody is coming on January 10th, for SIX weeks. YAY! We're gonna sew a lot, and play too. I can’t wait. :D

A few weeks back Shawn and I went and saw Pride and Prejudice. It was a pretty good summary, though I do love the 6 hour version more. I was a little disappointed with Lizzy, she disrespected her terrible mother twice in this new version. In the book, and the 6 hour version, she was a perfect example of how an inferior aught to treat a superior, albeit one that is constantly dishonoring herself. Lizzy is to be admired as irreproachable in this respect. She's so smart and quick witted, love her! The cinematography was much better in the new, and a lot more realistic with respect to costumes and in the choice of actresses. In this one you do see the greater contrasts between the classes, I don’t recall if it was supposed to be there from the book, but perhaps a pretended, imagined one of the wealthy city dwellers, toward the country folk, anyways, that’s there.

Anyway, bla bla bla

So as usual

I dont have much time, I must clean, clean, clean. Then I must sew, sew, sew. Tonight is quilt club and I need to have a clear conscience before I go. :) I've been cleaning closets of late and have the rubble of things laying about either looking for the trash or a new home, in my house, or someone elses. Closet cleaning is not my favorite thing, but I know to keep house is part of God's will for my life and I must do it for His glory.

OK, good day!


ps we are all fine, on the mend from colds, AND AND AND CAFFEINE FREE! gota love Inka

So I borrowed this from Cheryl's blog

Martin Luther on Diapers


Now observe that when that clever harlot, our natural reason . . , takes a look at married life, she turns up her nose and says, "Alas, must I rock the baby, wash its diapers, make its bed, smell its stench, stay up nights with it, take care of it when it cries, heal its rashes and sores . . . ?

What then does Christian faith say to this? It opens its eyes, looks upon all these insignificant, distasteful, and despised duties in the Spirit, and is aware that they are all adorned with divine approval as with the costliest gold and jewels. It says, O God, because I am certain that thou hast created me as a man and hast from my body begotten this child, I also know for a
certainty that it meets with thy perfect pleasure. I confess to thee that I am not worthy to rock the little babe or wash its diapers, or to be entrusted with the care of the child and its mother. How is it that I, without any merit, have come to this distinction of being certain that I am serving thy creature and thy most precious will? O how gladly will I do so, though the duties should be even
more insignificant and despised. Neither frost nor heat, neither drudgery nor labor, will distress or dissuade me, for I am certain that it is thus pleasing in thy sight. . . .

God, with all his angels and creatures is smiling--not because the father is washing diapers, but because he is doing so in Christian faith.