The new house & Mommy and Wyatt's flight back

Well, we found an amazing house to rent in California. It was definitely an answer to our prayers. We were having such a hard time finding anything suitable for our growing family and we were becoming incredibly discouraged. I just kept trying to remind myself that just because God might seem silent, doesn't mean that He's sitting back waiting with you...He is ALWAYS working.

Josh found a house online that was perfect but it was for sale...and for more than we would ever consider spending in Lemoore. But he thought he'd take a gamble and call them up anyway--to ask if they might consider renting their home instead of selling it. When he talked to the owners they sadly informed us that no, they weren't going to rent it...they really needed to sell it. A week passes with no luck in the house hunt when Josh gets an unexpected email. It was from the couple with the fabulous house who didn't want to rent! They wanted to know if we were still interested in renting because they had changed their minds! We of course went right over and looked at the house and ended up signing a lease the very next day!

As it turns out, on July 4th we had met a friend of theirs who must have said nice things about us...and someone had made what sounded like a ridiculous offer on their house all within the same week. Once their low-ball offer came in, it caused these folks to wonder if renting wouldn't be a great idea. The way that this all fell into place leaves Josh and I knowing that it was the Lord who made it happen.

Isn't our God amazing? Even the simplest prayers...even the smallest requests are important to Him. And He answers our call with such perfect and wonderful timing. I found this verse while doing my devotion tonight and thought it fit what we went through...
"What's the price of two or three pet canaries? Some loose change, right? But God never overlooks a single one. and he pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail--even numbering the hairs on your head! So don't be intimidated by all of the talk. You're worth more than a million canaries." Luke 12: 6-7 (The Message)

Anyway, I just wanted to share our testimony about the house....onto our trip back to Birmingham.

Wyatt and I shared what could be the most exhausting day EVER yesterday. We drove to Fresno with Josh so that he could drop us off at the airport for our 1:40pm flight for Dallas. Wyatt and I boarded the plane and after about an hour, the little guy fell asleep in my lap (praise the Lord!). He woke up about 20 minutes before we were to land. When he woke up, he decided that he would stand up and reveal that he had peed in my lap. I had a pee spot in my lap the size of a large serving platter!!! Talk about being mortified. Foolishly, I did not have a change of clothes for me or Wyatt in the diaper bag...and all of our other luggage had been checked. So we got off of the plane and hightailed it to the bathroom.

I change Wyatt's diaper and decide that since his pants are pretty much already dry I would just redress him in the pee-soaked clothes. Then being a pregnant woman, I realize that I have to pee like the dickens. Now, I ask you...what exactly are you supposed to do with a curious, barefooted toddler when you're alone and you have to pee? I did the only thing I knew to do and that was hold him under my arm like a football and do everything one-handed. Wyatt was squirming a lot, but it was working okay until I realized that there was NO TOILET PAPER in the stall. I could have cried. So I just had to pull my pants up and try to forget what had just happened.

After the bathroom fiasco, we didn't have enough time to get an actual dinner before making our connection. So I stopped and quickly grabbed a strawberry and banana smoothie. I figured it's a healthy alternative for both mother and child to the pretzel I heard calling my name. So I let Wyatt have about a third of my giant smoothie and, of course, he loved it. I was patting myself on the back for such a great meal on-the-fly until my child began to bounce of the walls like a ping pong ball. It had never dawned on me that smoothies are full of sugar (even if it is considered "good" sugar). So we then proceeded to ride for two hours on an airplane to Birmingham with Wyatt going bananas. I felt so sorry for the lady sitting next to me...I could hardly keep his little hands off of her. About the time Wyatt was smacking me in the cheek and laughing hysterically, the flight attendant walked by and asked if I was going to make it....

By the time we arrived in Birmingham, I had pretty much decided that I will never be flying with our children alone again....or at least until I can pull the whole "count to three" thing and it actually works...They should force hard criminals to travel alone with children as their punishment for wrongdoing. So tonight...I salute all of the mothers out there who have found, or will find themselves, on an airplane alone with a rambunctious child.

On the forecast for the Keevers....Wyatt's one year check up tomorrow....finding out the sex of baby #2...and starting the three week trek across the United States to ultimately move into our amazing new house on August 15th....we're going to busy, so I'll keep you posted!