Psalm 118:24

"This is the day the LORD has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it."

I'll come clean and admit that I don't rejoice in every day that the Lord has made; there are lots of days I wish to be over as soon as they start.  With that admission out of the way, I will say that I am still rejoicing in yesterday; which is why I feel so compelled to document it.

There wasn't anything particularly extraordinary about the day, other than everything seemed to go my way.  Nick woke up to cuddle with Emmy on the couch and let me sleep in after Hannah's first morning feeding.  I haven't stumbled out of bed at nine o'clock in a very long time.  Then, I got to chat, UNINTERRUPTED, with my favorite sister for a whole thirty minutes.  This is a rarity considering at least one of our five children is usually in need of something while we gab.

After wrapping up our gossip sesh, I got to enjoy a yummy waffle breakfast with my three favorite Horns.  It was over breakfast that I realized that something truly spectacular had come over my Emmy.  She was behaving like a perfect ANGEL.  "Please," "Thank you," and "Okay, Mama" were flying left and right, even when they weren't really the appropriate responses.  I knew I'd have been a fool to correct her.  She was more agreeable than I could ever hope for her to be.  So much so, that Nick and I questioned if she wanted money or something (which was silly because she has no idea what money is.)  We shared many grins over her head throughout the day as our two year old cheerfully agreed with our every request.  I'm not even exaggerating this time.

Nick took Emmy to Lowes to gather supplies to tackle the house repair projects that have lingered on our to-do list, and my sweet baby Hannah allowed herself to sleep in her crib for a whole hour!  I had time to clean up the house and climb on the treadmill for my initial assault on my post partum muffin top.  During the girls' afternoon naptime, I had time to finish a blog post, shower (AND blow-dry my hair), and take a nap with the dogs while my handsome hubby slaved away on the projects outside.

Emmy took a whopper of a nap, as did Hannah.  After which, we went outside to play and cheer daddy on as he worked.  We actually did cheer Nick on, it went a little like this:

Me: "Emmy, let's cheer for Dada, 2, 4, 6, 8 who do we appreciate? Dada! DADA!!  Ok, now say it after Mama...2..."

Emmy: "3"

Me: "4"

Emmy: "5"

Me: "Well, if nothing else we're practicing counting and making Dada laugh...6..."

After our outdoor play time (Hannah napped beautifully in the Ergo so that I could actually play with Emmy girl,) I hit the ball out of the park with a new recipe.  I know it might not be great for his waistline, but man, it stroked my ego to see Nick go back for three helpings of buffalo chicken tacos!  

After tucking Emmy into bed last night, Nick, Hannah and I sat down with a bottle of wine, chocolate and some "borrowed" episodes of Californication.  The cherry on top of my wonderful day was that my sweet Hannah gifted me six straight hours of sleep.  I would be grateful for just one thing to go smoothly in my day, but this all was more than I could have hoped for.  Thank you LORD for giving me that day!

Emmy, still wearing her helmet from yesterday, helps Nick measure our warped deck railing.

After I told her not to touch Dada's pliers, Emmy enthusiastically skipped into the house to find her play dough scissors with which to "fix" the gate instead.

I can't stop staring at my baby girl.  Since my memory is too poor to memorize each line and freckle on her face, I am doing my best to get them on "film."  I want to always be able to recall her seven-week-old beauty, because I know it'll change next week.