Sunday, December 4, 2011

Perfect Day

Today has been the most perfect Sunday ever.

It started, as most days do, with the morning. Gideon didn't wake me up till nine (!!!) and when I went to get him he then laid quietly in bed with us for another thirty minutes cuddling with his baby doll. Then, instead of sitting on my face (his favorite way of waking me up), Gideon decided to tickle Daddy. WIN FOR ME!

Silas made gourmet oatmeal for breakfast/lunch. Silas makes the best oatmeal. First he toasts the oats in a pan on the stove, then he cooks them in milk, then he sprinkles some magic in. Seriously, I don't know how he does it. But it takes forever and produces the best bowl of oatmeal imaginable. And I don't even like oatmeal. I made bread so we had fresh toast too.

I let Gideon feed himself so he had to have a bath before nap time. If our drain backs up any time soon it will be because of how much oatmeal went in that bathtub... Once he was all dressed I said "Bedtime, Gideon." and he ran to his crib. The kid LOVES bedtime. And I love that he loves bedtime.

Then I went downstairs to put on The Holiday and wrapped presents. The Holiday is one of my favorite Christmastime indulgences. Then I made a little doll quilt for Maggie to go with her Christmas present. It took me about two hours because it was the first time I tried free motion quilting and I made some mistakes that I then had to pull out... and without a seam ripper as mine broke last week.

When that was done I came down stairs and Silas and I decided to order pizza for dinner. Our favorite pizza place in Bloomfield, Adrian's, just started delivering to our neighborhood and we are just over the moon about it. Gideon woke up while we were waiting for pizza to arrive and when it finally got here the three of us just sat on the couch. Silas read a book, Gideon ate pizza, and I just took in the goodness of it all.

Afterwards we began to get ready for church and the rest of our evening consisted of worship and fellowship. Not once over the whole course of the day did Silas and I have an argument that was not good natured. Not once did I feel rushed or stressed. It was just a wonderful succession of joyful moments.

My life is far from perfect and I haven't been easy to live with lately. I've been pretty stressed out with the fashion show and finals coming up. Plus the preggo hormones have me pretty emotionally fragile at times. This week I actually started to write a blog post that began "I'm covered in poo and totally defeated as a mother." It's a long story, but the short version is that Gideon as a total butthead to me all morning and then smeared poop on me and then sat on my head when I was trying to do yoga.

But God gives me days like this to remind me that life is good and that He is good and that no matter how much poo Gideon smears on me I can put him down for a nap, do a load of laundry, and start another day.


  1. I love days that turn out perfectly like that. I'm so glad you had a wonderful day.


  2. That is a great thing to always remember Lizzie, and don't ever say you are defeated as a mother, the children see EVERYTHING!! :D

  3. Sounds like a much needed, peaceful day. I think my favorite part is the 3 of you sitting on the couch and you just enjoying your family. Some girls would've been pouting because their husband was reading a book instead of giving them 100% of his attention.
    And your little Guy just cracks me up! My youngest is 20 months old (boy! ) and man, he is just so much FUN!


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