I went to the art museum today with Susan and Felicia. We went to the Rau exhibit. Dr. Rau was a neat rich guy who inherited a booming family business, bought lots of art, then in his forties decided he needed to make a contribution to the world. He went to medical school to become a pediatrician and spent the rest of his life treating children in the poorest parts of Africa. When he died he said his art collection needed to be shown throughout the world for 25 years, then sold at auction–gifting all of the millions of dollars it will bring in to UNICEF. I wore Logan in the sling, and though he got fussy and hungry–echoing through the gallery, and then had poop running down his leg, which I had to clean up on a fold out changing table at the level of my neck (yes, it was at least 4 feet above the ground if not more), it was a wonderful time. I savoured every second Logan was asleep, snuggled against me in blue Maya Wrap snuggleness, and looking at timeless masterpieces of time gone by. It was breathtaking to think that Cezanne’s hand holding Cezanne’s paintbrush made THAT painting that I was standing in front of. There were Early Renaissance works by Fra Angelico that were so lyrical and intricate… Oh, I wish I could have stayed longer. My favorite painting was by Mary Cassat, Louise Feeding Her Child. The immediacy of her drawing, the color, the look in the baby’s eyes, the crook of the mother’s neck–it just made me think of all the times I have been nursing a baby, looking down at a perfect little face, and wanting to capture that second forever. Oh I love being a mama of little nursing babies. So much so I can hardly stand it.

Which brings me to my diaper troubles. What is my problem? Why do I insist on making everything myself? Why do I do this to myself? In my head it all turns out perfect–and though my diaper covers bound in fold over elastic look very nice and professional, they leak all over the place because fold over elastic is absorbant!!! So, I bought some diaper covers. They will be here in 10-14 days. In the meantime I will suffer through too tight waists and to big leg holes and learn my lesson to just buy things in the first place.

Right now I should be working on a talk for church on Sunday. I’m going to speak about the first commandment–loving the Lord with all of my heart, might, mind, and soul. What would that feel like? How would I feel at the end of the day if I really loved God with all of my strength? How would I use my time? Who would I serve? Yeah, that’s what I need to talk about.

School today was good–Barry did it. They made a Rue Goleburg (sp?) invention. They cut a string and a basket dropped onto a ruler, which knocked down a series of blocks like dominoes, which pushed Percy the train, who pushed a ball, whcih tipped over a lego thing with another ball, which sent Murdock the train down another track, which hit another block, tipping the carton of milk and pouring it into a bowl of cereal. Brenna tells me that a lot more milk got on the counter than in the bowl, but they had fun. They did take video, but our video camera won’t play anything back. Bummer. REALLY need to get that fixed. Along with the cracked windshield of our van…