I have been informed that it is ok for me to announce that Brooklyn will be getting a cousin at long last. My brother, Josh, and his wife, Lauren, are expecting a baby in early October!!! I am so thrilled for them and that my kiddos will have fellow cousins to consort with! The clan is growing...

We recently discovered that August and Brooklyn have the best time taking baths together. He scooches around the tub grabbing at toys to jam in his mouth and Brooklyn makes faces at her self in the reflective bath fixtures. And they both get clean. Bonus!

No, we are not in a third world country where it's practically required to sleep with bodies piled on bodies...this is just what happens when Brooklyn has a nightmare and refuses to be separated from me and August decides he must also be attached to me. And Kyle gets booted to the twin bed. I miss the days when I could just sleep with my husband.

I'm just gonna fess up here and admit that I rarely look forward to traveling, unless it's for vacations. It's just too much of a hassle to pile the kids in with all their gear and wait for the inevitable moment when one starts wailing and needs to be held or fed or changed or comforted. And it's usually Kyle. Just kidding. But it is always something. Not to mention schedules getting off track. And I'm not as schedule-bound as many people. But still, a nap is a necessity.

So, today, Kyle and I planned to drive about an hour south and visit his Grandmother. I dearly love this lady - 88 years old and not on a single medication. Unbelievable. She is sharp as a tack and feisty to boot. She remembers the name of every single relative she's ever had and can pretty much tell you to the minute what they are doing or have done. She is wonderful at keeping in touch. And she loved her husband, Chris, so much that it still hurts my heart to see her without him.

He died when Kyle and I were in college. In fact, I had just met him for the first time. Kyle and I had been dating for awhile, and he and I both knew it was pretty much the real deal. And I had gone to lunch after church with his family since his grandparents were in town. Chris Floyd was a big, tall man with a wise face and a ready, gentle smile. I don't think there' s a single, solitary negative thing to say about that man. And for me, nervous enough as it was to be eating lunch with Kyle's parents, he had a way about him that calmed my soul. I really knew I would like him.

As everyone filed out of the restaurant to their respective cars, we exchanged hugs with Grandma Alice and her husband, Chris. As he leaned down to hug me, he whispered in my ear, "I think you're real pretty." And not in a creepy way, but in an incredibly sweet, encouraging way. I felt like I'd received a seal of approval from him and it meant more to me than I can say.

Not long after I met Chris, Kyle received the sudden, shocking news that his grandfather had suffered a heart attack and was dead. It was devastating. I felt so blessed to have met him and mourned his loss after just that one meeting.

It wasn't until after Kyle and I got married that I really got to know his Grandma Alice, as she calls herself. I would ask her question after question about herself, her upbringing, her relationship with Chris, how they met, how she dealt with living alone when he went off to war (WW2), how she felt when their eldest son was killed in a car accident, how she coped, how she loved her husband, their trips across the country with their good friends...she is a geneologist's dream! We would sit side by side on her couch and flip through her photo albums as she identified without hesitation every person she saw, giving an account of everyone's background. It was fascinating!

One of my favorite things to do is get her talking about her husband. It's a telling thing. She speaks of him in such glowing terms, still very much in love with the man who will have been dead 13 years this fall. She had been married to him for 52 years when he died, and this woman loved her husband. Deeply. I noticed something early on when she would speak of him: she always called him Chris. Which, first of all, is an un-grandfatherly name, if you think about it. My own grandfathers were Fred and Bud. Well, Bud was really a nickname, but still. And manyt grandparents stop referring to their spouses by their first name and at some point start referring to them the way theirchildren do: as Daddy or Momma or Mother... It said something to me that she always referred to him by his first name. That's how she saw him: as her Chris. First and foremost her Chris, then a daddy to her sons. It moves me to think of such passion lasting for so long. So, before long, hearing so many stories told by Grandma Alice, I began to think of Kyle's grandfather as Chris.

Over the years, she and I began to exchange letters. I supply her with stacks of books as reading material, she calls to check on her great-grandbabies and not often enough, we visit her. And today was one such day. And I was not looking forward to it because this is a crazy week for me and I just saw my big to do list not getting done. I know, a bad attitude. I confess.

And as usual, God moves in mysterious ways and by the end of the visit, softened my heart like a ripe banana. When we walked in her door, seeing her face light up when Brooklyn ran to give her a hug and August, well, August drooled on her, that made it all worth any missed to do list items.

As I was changing August's diaper, I noticed a skinny little vacuum propped against the wall. I had heard about how hard it was getting for her to vacuum her little house, so I thought I'd try to do it for her. Turns out that her little vacuum isn't working right, so I had to pull out the old mamma jamma. A hefty piece of construction that almost put MY back out shoving it across the carpet. I think it loosened up after a few minutes, but boy - it was like pushing a tank across frozen tundra at first!

So I vacuumed her house while she and Kyle and the kids played on her living room rug. And I found my heart being filled with joy. I never mind vacuuming, but it was the act of being able to serve this precious lady in a way that really meant something to her. I know she loves a clean house and it bugs her to feel like she can't keep it up. So then I dusted all her baseboards, and got kind of carried away and started dusting EVERYTHING! And wiping down walls...and at some point, Kyle put on a CD with old gospel music and I found myself singing along to hymns that I surprisingly remembered. And August fell asleep laying on Grandma's lap. And Brooklyn played quietly with her toys on the floor. And inside that little house, for a few hours, all was well. I truly enjoyed getting down on my hand and knees and finding dirt to clean. It was an honest act of love and it did my heart good. Joy. It finds you in odd places. Sometimes on your hands and knees, scrubbing baseboards.

That when your freezer is stocked with three delicious kinds of Breyer's ice cream (coffee, butter pecan & french vanilla- purchased during a moment of extreme weakness during a sale at Kroger), you have tupperware containers filled with home-made currant scones, your fridge contains lots of yummy apples, oranges and bananas (PLUS some fruit dip that I made for a wedding shower), not to mention half of an enormous burrito left over from Las Palmas....that you're not hungry.

It's like having scads of money and nothing catches your eye to spend it on.

Today we had the privilege of publicly dedicating August Banner Floyd to the Lord in front of our church body, family and friends. Well, the part of our church body that attends the Edge venue, that is. And this day was special to me for several reasons: 1) it's a public declaration of our commitment to raise August to be a man of God; 2) all my family members were there - even ones who consider it a long drive to our church (it takes us 20 minutes to get to church); 3) our dearest friends also came to stand with us and show their support (thank you, Emily, Brent, Charla & Toby!) and 4) August looked absolutely debonair! I found the greatest little outfit for him - these madras shorts, gingham shirt and plaid tie - he looked AWESOME!

AND, best of all, he managed to save his usual morning poo explosion for later in the day. I even brought two outfits for him - a pre-dedication outfit and then the real one. I fully expected him to blow out his britches during first service and then be ready for his good outfit. Well. Seems I failed to factor in Daylight Savings Time. He was a few hours behind, so we did manage to get through church unscathed, but he DESTROYED his outfit while we were eating Mexican food a few hours later. Oh well.

God has blessed me with a girlfriend whose friendship has been such a comfort and blessing to me. We met in college, roomed together briefly, were bridesmaids in each other's weddings, had a little falling out, reconnected after a year's break and have been thick as thieves ever since. As a bonus, our husbands are also best friends! Sadly, we've never lived in the same town together since we've been married and building our own families. But we manage to maintain our closeness through phone calls (mostly while we're in our cars), visits and the occasional long weekend.

Her assets are many...her liabilities few (I would actually come up blank if I tried to think of something negative about her!). I love talking with her about anything, sharing from the depths of my heart as she reciprocates. We discuss parenting, spiritual issues, dealing with parents, what it means to be a godly woman, mother and wife, how to raise our children in a godly fashion, we've been pregnant together twice! As couples, she and Greg are perfect complements to me and Kyle. We just plain enjoy being together, and there is nothing sweeter than that sort of friendship sealed with the brotherhood of Christ.

So, as she turned 30 this year, her husband invited some of her best buddies over for an adults only dinner party - and he did the cooking! Great job, by the way, Greg.

The incredible bonus of the day was that it snowed and snowed and snowed. Sadly, that may be the Floyd's ONLY exposure to snow this winter, and it wasn't even in our own town! But it was gorgeous, cold and SO welcome.

A few weekends ago, we had an opportunity to visit some of our dearest friends - always a treat. Sarah & John are two people for whom I would walk through fire. I love them (and their children) that much. And time with them is time well spent. They're so easy going that when we show up at their house late at night, they stay up with us to catch up, play dress up and don't mind at all when Brooklyn and August destroy Lily's room.

Turns out our visit was well-timed - we were able to attend the joint birthday party for Sam (5) and Lily (3). Lily was born 2 days after Brooklyn, and it's always a hoot watching them get together. Apparently, Lily has a huge sack of dress up clothes which she largely ignores in favor of her dress up jewelry. Well, Brooklyn took advantage of that to put on as much dress up clothing as she could fit on her body while Lily adorned herself in jewels. August even tried a few items on.

At the birthday party, Brooklyn refused to take off her "Fancy Nancy" skirt - which totally worked, actually. In fact, Fancy Nancy would have been proud of Brooklyn's panache. Panache is a fancy word for a grand or flamboyant manner; verve; style; flair. (You Fancy Nancy readers will appreciate that).

And in her characteristically bold manner, she befriended just about every one at the party.

When you're getting ready to hit the road, it's important to make sure your precious cargo is well secured.