I didn’t know what to post last week.

So I didn’t.

I don’t know what to post this week.

So I almost didn’t.

But I think I will.

Even if it’s just what March has been so far for us.March has been flowers and clear skies and sunshine. It’s been wind and rain.

It's been popsicles and ice cream cones, because we can't keep ourselves from eating those year-round.It's been after-supper runs to the bank (which is where the ice cream cones come in). It's been pies from Shari's (also the result of "needing to go to the bank"). It's been Outback Steakhouse (for once having nothing to do with the bank).

For the boys, it's been new jackets and gravel piles and a very short-lived stint in the pool, their first this year. It's been leveling said gravel pile with their daddy, which resulted in much sadness and the promise of ice cream cones if they could be brave and not cry too much about their gravel pile going away.It's been flower-picking and dirt-digging and kitty-petting and fire-burning and lollipop-licking. Some days seem so filled with just the things for little boys that I tell them, "It's a good day to be a little boy at the Baer house." 🙂

For Alec in particular, March has been cutting colored paper and taping it back together again. It's been doing crafts and making trains and singing songs. It's been building a fishing pole for a fish he made in kids' church.For Sebastian, March has been bulldozer magazines and construction toys and watching out the window for our big trucks to come home. March for Sebastian looks about like February for Sebastian looked . . . and January . . . and December . . . and, you get the picture. 🙂For Eric, March has been sunshine and mud and new employees. It's been impossibly long sheets of metal and equally impossibly long hours of pouring a smooth-finish floor. It's been concrete and nails, little boys and wife, late nights and early mornings. It's been one shop so gorgeous it made me excited to write this whole blog post just so I could show it off. 🙂My husband built that. And my husband poured this. I'm awfully proud of him.And then there's what March has been for me. It's been little boys bringing me flowers, one bouquet accompanied by Sebastian saying so sweetly, "Here's some flowers for you, sweetie." It's been wrapping up room-specific to-do lists and organizing drawers and trying to get the last of my 2019 pictures printed and sorted and put into photo albums.

It's been making food for the freezer. Lots and lots of food for the freezer. "Meals for a Month," my to-do list optimistically and quite happily said. I wasn't sure I'd actually get there, but counting leftovers and quite a few things not pictured, I'm surprisingly close. 🙂It's been doing bookwork and paying bills. It's been trying to take pictures of checks and having an enormous belly show up on the bottom of every picture. It's been heartburn and walking and exercises and willing the scales to stay at even relatively the same place for even just a few days. It's been growing this sweet tiny baby that we can't wait to meet, and taking care of the other not-so-tiny, not-so-sweet not-so-babies that we are so glad to already have.

March has been good to us so far. So good it feels unfair, especially in light of world events and even just happenings closer to home.

We know how blessed we are.

We know how quickly that could change.

And we know Who holds both the blessings and the changing of those blessings in His hands.

The boys are memorizing one more long Bible passage before sweet Baby Baer derails Bible Time as we know it for a while . . . Psalm 46. It seemed fitting in so many ways.

"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof . . . the Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge."