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Monday Daybook

Outside my window...
It is a cool, over cast August day.  It seems like the fleeting days of summer are already gone and we are in the Fall already.

I am thinking...
About our adoption, our girl, the start of the homeschooling tutorial and all the projects that need to get done around our home before we travel to China.  I cannot seem to turn my brain "off" lately and just relax.  And in the quiet moments all I can think about about is how I want to go to China and get our little girl.  That thought is overwhelming at times, yet I trust in His timing and pray for His patience and peace.

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I am thankful for...

My husband.  He is the most wonderful man and I cannot imagine life without him by my side.  
Friends and our local community.  God has planted us among amazing families.

I am wearing...

Khaki shorts and a flowered short sleeve shirt and I am clod!  I may have to put on my yoga pants soon!

I praying...

For our adoption process; that we may get our i800 approval this week.
For the Harkins Family
For a smooth transition for Joshua and Caleb into the tutorial.
For our Walking with Purpose Bible Study that will start next month.


I am reading... 

A Million Little Ways by Emily Freeman
Little Oratory by Leila Marie Lawler
The book of Acts


I am hoping...
Our adoption process goes smoothly with no more delays.


From the learning rooms...

Books are ordered. Bookshelves organized.  Uniforms purchased.  Supply lists printed and ready to go out with me on my next errand.  I think we may be ready for the start of school when it comes in two weeks!



From the kitchen...

Sauerkraut fermenting, almonds being roasted, yogurt being made.  A chicken is defrosting to be roasted for dinner.  After about three weeks of being COMPLETELY off of GAPS, we all are ready to go back to the GAPS lifestyle.  There truly is a difference in the members of this household when we are eating GAPS foods versus when we are not.  There is a huge difference and I am convinced, even more so, that GAPS is a lifestyle that our family needs to keep.


Around the house...

It is quiet.  The boys are upstairs playing Legos. The scent of candles fills the air (I love candles). Other than the occasional, gun sound made by my boys, all I can hear is the chirping of crickets outside.  It is kinds of nice.

My nesting is in full swing and we are getting many projects done around here.  Adoption nesting is so much nicer and more productive than pregnancy nesting.  You do not tire as easily and there is no big belly to hinder you from doing projects.

One of my favorite things .
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Making our house more and more of a home each day.


A picture thought I am sharing ...
A vacation photo.  I miss Cape Cod!  It truly is my happy place.

Comments

  1. Correct me if I'm wrong (I very well could be), but isn't GAPS supposed to be a temporary measure?

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  2. Yes and No, Jen. You should really be on the Full GAPS diet for a full year before introducing grains again. Even when you do re-introduce grains, they, ideally, should be fermented first (think sourdough bread).

    Our problem is that we have had wheat and sugar over the last several weeks and we really need to go back to GAPS more strictly for a bit before attempting any wheat again.

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  3. Thanks for the explanation, Katie. I appreciate it.

    I also totally understand Cape Cod being your happy place. The place I go mentally while dealing with painful procedures is Logborough Inlet in British Columbia where I used to spend a week or two of my summers when I was growing up.

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