Early this morning, I was out in the backyard. My dog Shane was trotting next to me.
Shane darted into the bushes. He sat still for a minute, then pounced. He brought out a bird!
He proudly laid it at my feet. I looked at it, confused, then walked away. I wanted to use a badminton racquet to launch it onto the street, but I waited a few minutes to see what would happen.
Shane picked it back up, gave it a good shake, then started eating it. He ate the whole thing! Feathers and all. I watched him for the entire 30 minutes.
Fascinating. I considered waking the children up to watch, but decided against it.
Ah, the joys of suburbia.
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9 weeks pregnant. I started bleeding last Tuesday and was convinced I had miscarried again. However, I had an ultrasound on Wednesday morning and I got to see the teeny little Woodward, heart beating quickly, very much alive.
Praise God. I didn't want to be pregnant at first. I was kind of mad. I had other plans. But then I began getting excited. Imagine my confusion when I thought I was losing the baby! What in the world is the Lord trying to teach me?
But at this point, everything looks okay. We are on track for a fourth biological child around February 19th.
That seems really, really far away.