When you least expect it...

Ok, last night around 8:30 I was getting very stressed out with school. Something to do with Federalist and anti-federalists and what it alls means and to who...Anyway I was in my room thinking about stopping the taping of "Lost," when theres a knock on the door. Dad's not here so we're all a little shy of opening up the door. Since Daniel's left, no one really comes to the door anymore! Except Jana, but always a good surprise. So Mom goes to answer the door, and I'm still mad upstairs in my room, thinking I'll never figure this "stuff" out, and lo and behold WHO is there?! The family I would never have dreamt who come on an average Wednesday night. It was the Baileys. Not only THAT but with the news that they are moving BACK to Decatur and are adopting a little girl. (I've met her at least twice before and she is SOOOOOOOO adorable!)

They moved away like five years ago, and I was SO sad to see them go. My older sister Sarah lived with them in Texas for awhile, so I've kept in touch with them and everything, but I never thought they would move back here. What a cool cool answer to prayer. And especially when I least expected it.

So then after they left, (did I mention their boys are huge? When they left their boys who were adopted from Russia where 2, and now they are 7) I got to watch a brand new Lost episode and call Sarah with the big news.

This has been a crazy week. All week I was sore from playing baseball on Sunday, but it was worth it. Tuesday morning there were five babies in the nursery, which was still fun because I got to spend alot more individual time with each one, instead of bustling about keeping everyone happy. I feel bad to put a good baby in a swing or walker the whole time, because they are good! So I got them out and played alot more...The time always goes so fast. Amelia, who is so cute, is just about to walk and I dont want her too, because she'll get moved up to the toddlers nursery. But she saw me eating cheese crackers, and she said, "cracker?" But I didn't know if she could have them or not, if she could chew them up, so I said, "No cracker," and put them on the counter. She didn't see to mind, so she crawled up the counter and pulled herself up(and she is getting tall), and grabbed the box of cheese crackers, and said "cracker?" It was so cute! So I had to let her have one... :-) Taking care of such tiny people is always fun.

Oh yeah, and on Wednesday I took the PSAT test at Decatur Hertiage. I think it went ok, it was a tiny bit easier than the SAT stuff I'd been studying for, but I don't want to be overly confident and get a bad score. I won't know until December how I did. But its a big relief to have that OVERWITH!