Merry Christmas

After spending a day decorating the "Christmas Tent" . . .

We celebrated Christmas Eve in an actual barn. At the end of message, Elspeth leaned into me and asked when we would get to see baby Jesus. Jeremy had reminded her that this was Christmas Eve, and Jesus wasn't born until Christmas Day. She asked if we could come back tomorrow.

Merry Christmas from our family to yours.

J Watch Final Interview Update

The final scoop is in. Jeremy will be interviewing in Danville, Tucson, and Austin. So, we will be either where we are today, or somewhere decently warm.

As I watch the snow swirling outside my window, I wonder which I would choose. Luckily for us, we have no choice. Yes, you read that right, we do not have a choice.

Now that Jeremy has landed the interviews, the process goes into a black box and we do not get to choose. On some magic Friday in February, we will find out IF he has an internship (not a guarantee despite being on a facility's list). The next Monday we will find out if we have to move next year. I still think staying put is the most likely option.

This exhausts my knowledge on the subject, further details will have to be wrentched from my husband.

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Oh no, she led in with a picture of both girls, must be bad news . . . .

Sorry Mom and Dad, we will not be moving to Tampa next year.

Today is the deadline for Buffalo, Austin but they have alluded that the notification may not actually get sent today (high volumes of applications this year).

My sister, Karin shared this earlier and it has put me at peace with the whole process:

For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.-Jeremiah 29:11-12

What ever happens now is for the best!

J-Watch Update

San Antonio is Out.

Tucson interview scheduled for January 6th, all prayers appreciated.

Lest you think we despair over losing another, I thought I would share a little photo I like to call "dropped coffee grounds on my toes"

Happy Friday everyone.

J Watch 2008

not good news today. Cincy recorded his application a day after it was received, or past the deadline, so they won't even review it. Jeremy has supplied them with the tracking number so they can see when it was received, but their interview slots are gone at this point.

New Mexico is out too.

Hello Number 2!

Nothing like a girl and her hat. Hands-free lovie in action!

Interview Count

Danville has moved Jeremy into the finalists and has invited him for an interview!

Cincy is still out but we should hear any minute.

It Starts

Many of you have been through our ups and downs of Jeremy's academic career so here is our status report for internship:

applications out: 9
Still active: 8
Interview requests: 1 (Tucson)

He should hear from Danville and Cincinnati by the end of day tomorrow.

Keep prayin!

If everyone would kindly act their age.

I keep wondering when my parents will "act their age"

After running me around the gym for 3 hours. My mother let me pause for lunch before we dug into the "projects" for the day. To be honest, my job was opinion only (she still lets me have a vote in Elspeth's new curtains), mother was doing all the work.

At the end of the day, I dropped her at the house while I went to collect my youngest child from daycare. I came home exhausted, my mom had made two pies in the approximately half hour I was away.

Collapsing in a tired heap, I asked "when will you act your age." Mother calmly replied "60 is the new 50" while she prepared my sewing machine for an evening's work.

Why does 34 feel like the new 90. I thought my kids made me feel tired.

Still, every time I see the soft purple glow of the sunlight filtering through Ella's new curtains (that she thanked God for last night in prayers), and my younger child has warm fingers and toes coming out from under her cozy new blanky, it is hard to feel anything but gratitude.

Maybe I can convince my parents to make this a Thanksgiving tradition . . .