Smelling like a wet, soapy man!

Okay, so EVERYTHING in our life is a little random and a little chaotic, so you know what to expect here, right? First, the title. I just hate it when it seems you are out of everything. Well, everything except toilet paper, because I don't run out of toilet paper (COSTCO!) Anyway, I ran out of shaving cream the other day and had to use hubbie's. I know. It works just as well. I just don't like smelling like a wet, soapy man. Though the smell is good on him. So there is my complaint for the day and I think I'm doing pretty good all things considered.

We actually have news here. I'll start with job opportunities. First, Randal got offered a job with L3 in SLC, UT. The major plus being family. Then, he got offered a job in Tuscon, AZ. The major plus, adventure? I don't know. It seems a no-brainer. Until you pray about it. As of today, though nothing is official, it looks like we may be headed to Tuscon. And the great thing about it is we don't even know why besides "it's a (small)feeling." Truthfully, this is one of the times when there isn't a right or wrong choice. But we are both surprised the answer appears to be AZ. We are hoping family understands. We are hoping family visits. Same with friends.

(Switch to your best infomercial voice in your head.) As if this isn't enough, my friends, I have a special bonus for you news seekers. Yes, they are technically still unemployed, yes, their house still has NOT sold and yes, they still have more news. I am here to talk about the exciting, all-natural BABY "P." (Ok, I'll quit being weird now and try for serious.) We are totally stunned to tell you we believe we are expecting another baby (another Dec baby at that.) We don't know how it happened. Okay, we do (wink-wink), but we don't. We were not doing fertility treatments. We weren't officially "trying." We had even concluded that we were done having children. We've never been sure how many kids would be in our family. I have always wanted 2-4 kids. And three fit that criteria. So, when the job loss hit, after I had just had another birthday (29, again :) and we figured in time to move and then time for fertility treatments, we came up with "We are done." I guess the fact that there is a period instead of an exclamation point on the end of that sentence should have been a warning maybe? I don't know. But we are excited, stunned, surprised and hopeful about this baby. AND THANKFUL! So thankful. Fertility treatments can sometimes work, but they are also such a trial of faith. And to be honest, the treatments can try a marriage too. All I can say is "The Lord has a plan." I don't know what it is, but I am grateful he is watching out for us and blessing us. We are NOT planning on another "P" name FYI. But we may use the initial just so this last one isn't left out.

I feel like there should be more news and I'm sure there will be soon. After all the adventure is just beginning. But quite frankly, I'm exhausted! My worry bucket is full! And I need a nap. And I can take one because it is that glorious weekend that comes once a year. Father/Son Campout! (cheering, applause, general happiness.) The boys love their dad. They love camping. They love dirt. And though I haven't figured out the "perfect" way to use my time alone, I do enjoy it. And I'll start missing them like crazy just a couple of hours before they get home.