I'm sitting near an open window so I can hear the gentle storm outside. Rain. It is so peaceful that I may just go to bed, turn off the fans and listen myself to sleep.
Why wasn't rain this soothing in childhood? I should ask my children, because they're not falling asleep as ordered. I am trying to establish a routine of sorts that includes Family Bible time and an earlier bedtime. For our Bible reading tonight (which Weston said was even funner than the Andersons') I read from the first chapter in Matthew, Corey asked the children questions about what we'd just read and finally they each drew a picture about our reading. Of course, Corey's first question was "Who did Jacob beget?" Norah drew an interesting picture of God and Jesus (both skinny, bearded figures) and the Holy Spirit (a turquoise triangle). Beside each of them was a curious brown scribble symbolizing their power. Art really does reveal so much of the artist's personality.
Anyway, long before they ran out of drawing ideas, it was time to brush teeth and go to bed. Since the girls' room is still in shambles, Norah's mattress has been temporarily placed in the boys' room. This arrangement should not transform bed time into social hour, but she doesn't seem to understand this. Ah well. If they don't settle down to an 8:30 PM bedtime on their own, the 6:30 AM wake up-and-hurry life that is merely a week away will soon force them.