9

Yep. That's the number.

Hours

The number of hours of good straight, uninterrupted sleep that I need to carry me through the day. For about 2 months, I have been on a roll. Waking up early! I love it. Lately, Beau seems like a taskmaster because we have so much to do yet for the move, and I just keep telling him that I would really like to get nine hours of sleep and that I'd really like to get to bed early so that, of coarse, I can rise early and then do whatever we need to.

'Rrrrrrrright,' is the look he always gives me as he rolls his eyes and hands me another dish to wash or put away. Well, last night, I proved my point! We took the boys upstairs to go to bed at about 8:30....just so happens that we both fell hard asleep, which is unusual for me and not for Beau. Anyway, I woke up wide awake at 5:20--yep, that's nine hours (okay, technically 8 hours and 50 minutes). 5:20! What did I do? Well, I read my scriptures, made muffins, washed all the dishes, cut all the vegetables for the omelets, boiled eggs for lunch, cleaned the kitchen, and weeded my garden (until I came running in for fear of burnt bran muffins.) And look, here I am at 7:20 writing on my BLOG! Something I haven't done for the last 2?3? months? Sheesh, pitiful I know.

Well, case in point, I need nine. Just about the time I finished the kitchen I got a text from my dad telling me he'd already planted and watered (probably a ten acre field). I need to make the point here that I am no where near being able to stand next to my grandparents, or my parents, not even close. I can say that I feel like I could stand in the same very giant room as them--which is a big improvement for me. I used to be LOVE to sleep in, and now I know why: I need nine hours. But I'm am loving this morning business, so even if I have to continue to crash at 8:30 I'll accept the title of party-pooper and you can enjoy my muffins and omelets in the morning!

Days

Nine is also the number of days I have to be moved from my house. Where you ask? Your guess is as good as mine. I don't know. All I know is that I have to have all my stuff out of here before its taken over by the coastie that keeps pounding on my door. ('coastie'--term used by locals for those stationed here in the US Coast Gaurd). I have to say that I'm okay with this move--odd, being that I know nothing yet, but I feel like one of the children of Israel and that the cloud has been removed from the tabernacle, which means--time to move camp. Honestly, in such a time as this I would feel most comfortable moving back home and "establishing" ourselves in somewhat stable conditions--and it may come to that sometime, but for right now I'm going to play the faith card and hope that where we go will be where Heavenly Father wants our family to be. For now though, I have 9 days left here and 9 days that we will be living in a bed and breakfast after that before the "actual move."

Months

I don't feel so bad though because I"m not the only one getting evicted. Nine is also the number of months that Nikki has been pregnant and I am awaiting the call or text any minute now about my new nephew!!! I just have to say that Brenden and Nikki are going to make the best parents in the entire world. Seriously. I wish I lived closer so I could watch everything they do. I am so excited and thrilled for them (and for Keagan and Kaleb who will finally have a Saline cousin)!

Nine is also the number of pictures I'm going to post....soon, because I just tried to post them and there was an error. ugh.