Tonight as I snuggled little Jake and rocked him before I put him in his crib, tears just began to come. I realized that a couple of times lately I'm holding on to him kind-of tight because I feel like, and I know this is strange so just humor me, I feel like I missed him and now he's home. I know it's weird, but come on.....aren't we all kind of weird. Really, it's almost like I was without him (2 years, 2 months to be exact) when he was supposed to be ours. I just "missed" him and now he's home. Can't really explain it......
But the second thing that made tears come was what happened just before I began to rock him. You see, in China, like the day we got Jake, we had to eat, right? Well, we normally pray at that point so we of course thought we'd better teach this sweet little one how to pray. Don't worry. It was simple. You just close your eyes, bow your head and fold your hands. :) I must admit that this was weird for all of us. Not the praying part. But the bowing the head and folding our hands (and for some younger....okay all CHILDREN....the closing their eyes was THE HARDEST PART!). Anyway, I must tell you that I am a rebel at heart. I just refused for the longest time to make my children consistently close their eyes (it was a "suggestion" mind you) because I knew that wasn't a condition for praying as our Lord kept his eyes open towards the heaven on at least one occassion that I remember. But anyway, I know, I know. It's hard to concentrate and we aren't the Lord. Well, now we get to do all these things over so we taught this little guy to close his eyes, bow his head and we threw in folding his hands so that he'd really get what we were doing. Well, he gets it. At night when I am rocking him, at some point I'll say "I'm going to pray Jake". I expect to keep snuggling and just pray, but he has been for weeks now, sitting back up, folding his hands, squeezing his eyes shut as tight as he can til his face looks like he's in horrendous pain...it's actually really cute, and in the last week or so, he's been muttering, in the midst of all my praying, his own requests. Usually it's just a list of names of his family members, but tonight it was (read the code) "Denna, Ahber, Spider (there's a spider right outside his window that comes out each night and weaves a web and waits for food...he loves it), Denna, Ahmie, Daddy, {dog barks} Doggie, Ahhndrew, Denna, Ahber". So finally I say "Amen" as he would go on and on or get down while I still have my eyes closed. Anyway, his prayers and my "missing" him just made my face soaked. I don't have time to cry. I just find my face wet and then think about what I'm thinking about and realize how touched I am.
We are so blessed. We have certainly already had our fair share of adjustments and I don't want anyone to think it's been a cake ride (or is it cake walk?), but we are so blessed. Jake is our child and our other children are his siblings and he is theirs. Please continue to pray for us all. Pray especially for my other little guys and for our homeschool efforts. I have really had to revamp those. It's working, but just slow. And please keep checking back. It's comforting to know we're not alone.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
A Late Post....No Need for Early Intervention
Most of this was written the day after our early intervention assessment on Monday, August 13th:
"Each day that passes we realize more and more how much God love us!! I am in awe at how He has put together our family. Our new little one brings us such joy!
Yesterday we had our early intervention assessment. The Chinese interpreter showed up first (along with her driver who was an older caucasian man with a degree in chemistry...I know, interesting) and Jake looked a little confused. He got upset (he was actually hungry also) and she tried to take him out of my arms to console him....BAD IDEA!! That was the first time that happened (someone trying to pull him screaming from my arms) and he wanted nothing to do with it. Those of you that know anything about adoption know that this is a very good sign that he is attaching well. This is a huge praise!! I am so grateful.
It wasn't long before the evaluator and coordinator arrived and by this point I finally have Jake eating some Chex. I tell them that I just can't imagine how they are going to test him because it just seemed that it would be difficult. I immediately remembered that this wasn't about me and how well I was doing or my parenting skills or lack thereof but it was about Jake, and wherever he was and whatever he could do, well that would just be what it was. Weight seemed to lift. Before I knew it we had him playing down on the floor in the family room and she began her testing. I enjoyed watching how much he could do, and let me tell you, it was just amazing.
The evaluator assessed his motor skills, cognitive abilities, speech, self-help, and something else but I can't remember. He is totally normal in his cognitive and motor skills, but, of course, tests delayed in speech and self help skills. Both of these delays totally make sense since he is learning the language and we are not pushing him at all with moving to cups (though he can do that) verses bottles and we're not trying potty training (though he can do that sometimes as well).
Jake is eligible for the early intervention program based solely on his diagnosis of CP and speech delays but quite honestly, both the evaluator and I agreed that there was no need to pursue anything further. There were things that he can do, like somersaults, that couldn't be captured on the form (this was voluntary as he waited for the next activity / game). There are a few remaining medical things to evaluate, but nothing urgent. I continue to try and put him down to bed in such a way to help shape his head if it's not too late. Certainly an MRI at some point would help us know more about whether or not there was some issue that caused early rigidity in his limbs. A CT scan taken at 14 months old showed some issuewith the left ventricle but we certainly don't see any neurological issues to be concerned about.
We are very grateful that God has allowed Jake to heal and be so healthy. God has blessed us beyond our wildest dreams. We are seeing our other children's hearts slowly transformed. And we too, Jeff and I, are being changed, slowly day by day."
"Each day that passes we realize more and more how much God love us!! I am in awe at how He has put together our family. Our new little one brings us such joy!
Yesterday we had our early intervention assessment. The Chinese interpreter showed up first (along with her driver who was an older caucasian man with a degree in chemistry...I know, interesting) and Jake looked a little confused. He got upset (he was actually hungry also) and she tried to take him out of my arms to console him....BAD IDEA!! That was the first time that happened (someone trying to pull him screaming from my arms) and he wanted nothing to do with it. Those of you that know anything about adoption know that this is a very good sign that he is attaching well. This is a huge praise!! I am so grateful.
It wasn't long before the evaluator and coordinator arrived and by this point I finally have Jake eating some Chex. I tell them that I just can't imagine how they are going to test him because it just seemed that it would be difficult. I immediately remembered that this wasn't about me and how well I was doing or my parenting skills or lack thereof but it was about Jake, and wherever he was and whatever he could do, well that would just be what it was. Weight seemed to lift. Before I knew it we had him playing down on the floor in the family room and she began her testing. I enjoyed watching how much he could do, and let me tell you, it was just amazing.
The evaluator assessed his motor skills, cognitive abilities, speech, self-help, and something else but I can't remember. He is totally normal in his cognitive and motor skills, but, of course, tests delayed in speech and self help skills. Both of these delays totally make sense since he is learning the language and we are not pushing him at all with moving to cups (though he can do that) verses bottles and we're not trying potty training (though he can do that sometimes as well).
Jake is eligible for the early intervention program based solely on his diagnosis of CP and speech delays but quite honestly, both the evaluator and I agreed that there was no need to pursue anything further. There were things that he can do, like somersaults, that couldn't be captured on the form (this was voluntary as he waited for the next activity / game). There are a few remaining medical things to evaluate, but nothing urgent. I continue to try and put him down to bed in such a way to help shape his head if it's not too late. Certainly an MRI at some point would help us know more about whether or not there was some issue that caused early rigidity in his limbs. A CT scan taken at 14 months old showed some issuewith the left ventricle but we certainly don't see any neurological issues to be concerned about.
We are very grateful that God has allowed Jake to heal and be so healthy. God has blessed us beyond our wildest dreams. We are seeing our other children's hearts slowly transformed. And we too, Jeff and I, are being changed, slowly day by day."
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Compassion
I have shared this with a couple of sweet friends today, but also wanted to write about this here because it really touched my heart. Yesterday, I was a bit distracted and Jake was just all out of sorts. I have no idea if he picked up on how I was feeling or if he also was just struggling, but he acted out pretty much throughout the day. I knew by mid-day that I needed to snap out of my funk but just couldn't bring myself to. Anyway, we made it through and last night as I was putting him in the tub I stumped my toe on this splashguard thingy that Jeff had installed to keep the water in the tub but it had fallen on the floor. It made me yelp which got Jake's attention and then I looked at my toe which was cut just a little and bleeding. He couldn't take his eyes off my "boo boo" and said right away "Oh Mama!", like he was just so concerned for me. It was so precious and caring and compassionate. I wanted to cry. But then what just melted my heart was when I looked down at his precious feet and saw that all the toes on the same foot as my boo boo were curled under like he was just feeling my pain. They stayed that way for a long time. I needed to see that so sweet side of him and for someone to love me enough to say "Ohhhhhh". This morning when he woke up and I got him out of his crib and sat him on the floor, he came over to me sitting in the rocking chair and just stared at my foot. He had remembered what had happened the night before. How precious! I am grateful that God allowed me to see a compassionate, caring side of my little guy. Please continue to pray for us as we continue to adjust.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Quick Medical Update
Yesterday was a pretty important day from a medical perspective. I got to speak to our pediatrician about a number of tests that have been done. Blood levels are within normal (I was concerned about a condition called thalassemia minor because his referral information had some slightly abnormal values for that condition and that is more prevalent in the population in the province where Jake is from). All of the disease testing came back normal. His immunization titers for immunizations he had in China all came back effective. I think I mentioned that his skull xray came back normal. So all of this was extremely good news. We praise God for such awesome results! Such good results with such a heavy referral diagnosis (cerebral palsy) is just amazing to me.
Yesterday we also had an initial consult with the early intervention folks for our county. This is a free service that will help us get a very thorough evaluation of Jake's motor skills, speech, medical concerns, etc. Jake will automatically qualify because of his referral diagnosis. I have a feeling that there's not much that will need to be done but I just want to make sure that we are not missing anything. Our pediatrician isn't an international adoption specialist, though she has seen some internationally adopted children, so we just want to make sure that we are thorough in providing the best of care for Jake.
There are a few outstanding medical things that need to be looked into including an MRI, possible helmeting if Jake isn't too old for that, a couple more blood tests. But I am so relieved at such good news thusfar. Please join me in praising God for being the Great Physician and Healer!!
Yesterday we also had an initial consult with the early intervention folks for our county. This is a free service that will help us get a very thorough evaluation of Jake's motor skills, speech, medical concerns, etc. Jake will automatically qualify because of his referral diagnosis. I have a feeling that there's not much that will need to be done but I just want to make sure that we are not missing anything. Our pediatrician isn't an international adoption specialist, though she has seen some internationally adopted children, so we just want to make sure that we are thorough in providing the best of care for Jake.
There are a few outstanding medical things that need to be looked into including an MRI, possible helmeting if Jake isn't too old for that, a couple more blood tests. But I am so relieved at such good news thusfar. Please join me in praising God for being the Great Physician and Healer!!
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Visit wtih the foster family - Part 1
I am sorry for the delay in posting about our visit to the foster family. I have wanted to do this since we got home but got overwhelmed every time I thought about it. For some reason it's a really emotional thing for me. I suppose it might be for anyone in our shoes, but it still just all seems so fresh. My heart aches for this family, for us, for Jake, and for the things that I will never know and experiences that our little guy had that we weren't apart of....both good and bad ones. Somehow thinking of that day reminds me of the fallen state of mankind and the results of sin in the world. It's not God's best for children to be orphaned. I know that's really obvious, but just thinking back on that day and all that it entailed with visiting the orphanage, the foster family, and Jake's finding spot, I am reminded of that.
Jeff and I struggled from the time we got Jake on Monday until we visited the foster family on Thursday as to whether or not we should visit them. Jeff really wanted to pass on it and I really felt (sort of, kind of, at least intellectually) that we should visit them. I thought it would be good for Jake to have pictures down the road, for us to see where he had been, for him even now to see all of us together and know it was okay, etc. But Jeff worried about how he would respond. Would it set him back? I worried about that too, but still thought we should go. I think now we are both extremely glad we went. We and they were blessed by that time. And anything I could do to bless them (short of giving my sweet little one back) I wanted to do. It was so good for my other children to see where Jake had been.
I don't know that I can do all of this in one post as I'm fading and promising myself more sleep tonight. I could not figure out for the life of me why my knee felt it was going to burst when I bent it beyond 90 degrees until after about 4 days or so, it hit me that I had been carrying a 30 lb little one for over a month now. My body just isn't the same as it was when I had Parker at 28 years old. But it's all good. So anyway, here's the beginning from where I had started to post back in China. I'll fill in more details in the next day or two.
"After the orphanage, we just rode down a street or two, still in the "oldest" part of town, and turned on to a side street. My heart was racing. Jeff is so different from me, which is a good thing, but I could feel his anxiety throughout the day. But I just had no idea what to expect. As soon as we turned onto this little side street, we stopped and got out. There was a swarm of people just taking in this van full of "white" people but within seconds I saw Jake's foster father. I immediately started to cry but the sweet prayer of a dear friend from a Saturday before we left helped me, I believe, to remember and hold back the tears. I felt renewed strength and just watched as our little guy took his hand and we proceeded to make our way back to their home. It was a bit like a procession. We didn't walk far before Jake saw his friend, also about 2 and with CP, and the foster dad lead him and us over to say hey to DumDum (sorry, don't have any idea how to spell it) who was sitting on the curb of his foster family's corner little supermarket stand / store. We got pictures of them together and Jake shared a car with him that we had bought for Jake that morning. Jake "beed" with him, which means he shared. I have no idea how to do the past tense of share in Chinese so I just did it the English way. It was precious. We then went on to the family's house. Up some staires to a very small but loving home where all the family had gathered to see Jake. I let the foster mom do what she's always done with Jake and she fed him congee and at some point gave him formula. Why in the world I was worried about what water she used to mix it, I have no idea. This is what he had been doing for over a year. We all gathered and began to dialogue. They shared so many stories of Jake. It was priceless. Just about brings me to tears as I type. I couldn't begin to share them all with you. But just a few. They say he is the "happy one of the home" and he is. He just seems so glad to be alive and wants to play games with you and by himself. They said that he greets the mom at the door by bringing her her shoes when she gets home. I can so see him doing that. They showed me what he likes to play with (a scooter) and told us about when they got Jake. They said that he was "very sick". That he couldn't sit up. That was at 1 year old. I asked them what they did for him and they said that they sat him and one sat behind him and they held him there."
Jeff and I struggled from the time we got Jake on Monday until we visited the foster family on Thursday as to whether or not we should visit them. Jeff really wanted to pass on it and I really felt (sort of, kind of, at least intellectually) that we should visit them. I thought it would be good for Jake to have pictures down the road, for us to see where he had been, for him even now to see all of us together and know it was okay, etc. But Jeff worried about how he would respond. Would it set him back? I worried about that too, but still thought we should go. I think now we are both extremely glad we went. We and they were blessed by that time. And anything I could do to bless them (short of giving my sweet little one back) I wanted to do. It was so good for my other children to see where Jake had been.
I don't know that I can do all of this in one post as I'm fading and promising myself more sleep tonight. I could not figure out for the life of me why my knee felt it was going to burst when I bent it beyond 90 degrees until after about 4 days or so, it hit me that I had been carrying a 30 lb little one for over a month now. My body just isn't the same as it was when I had Parker at 28 years old. But it's all good. So anyway, here's the beginning from where I had started to post back in China. I'll fill in more details in the next day or two.
"After the orphanage, we just rode down a street or two, still in the "oldest" part of town, and turned on to a side street. My heart was racing. Jeff is so different from me, which is a good thing, but I could feel his anxiety throughout the day. But I just had no idea what to expect. As soon as we turned onto this little side street, we stopped and got out. There was a swarm of people just taking in this van full of "white" people but within seconds I saw Jake's foster father. I immediately started to cry but the sweet prayer of a dear friend from a Saturday before we left helped me, I believe, to remember and hold back the tears. I felt renewed strength and just watched as our little guy took his hand and we proceeded to make our way back to their home. It was a bit like a procession. We didn't walk far before Jake saw his friend, also about 2 and with CP, and the foster dad lead him and us over to say hey to DumDum (sorry, don't have any idea how to spell it) who was sitting on the curb of his foster family's corner little supermarket stand / store. We got pictures of them together and Jake shared a car with him that we had bought for Jake that morning. Jake "beed" with him, which means he shared. I have no idea how to do the past tense of share in Chinese so I just did it the English way. It was precious. We then went on to the family's house. Up some staires to a very small but loving home where all the family had gathered to see Jake. I let the foster mom do what she's always done with Jake and she fed him congee and at some point gave him formula. Why in the world I was worried about what water she used to mix it, I have no idea. This is what he had been doing for over a year. We all gathered and began to dialogue. They shared so many stories of Jake. It was priceless. Just about brings me to tears as I type. I couldn't begin to share them all with you. But just a few. They say he is the "happy one of the home" and he is. He just seems so glad to be alive and wants to play games with you and by himself. They said that he greets the mom at the door by bringing her her shoes when she gets home. I can so see him doing that. They showed me what he likes to play with (a scooter) and told us about when they got Jake. They said that he was "very sick". That he couldn't sit up. That was at 1 year old. I asked them what they did for him and they said that they sat him and one sat behind him and they held him there."
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Things are looking up!
Things are looking up since my last post. A sweet friend's husband helped fix our computer, dinners continue to be such a blessing (thank you so much Friends), the moths are almost gone and our little bit of salvaged pantry food is back in place. Such small things I know, but amidst the adjustments we are making, it felt like more than it was. Whew!!!
The biggest thing that I want to share is that Jake continues to do so well. He has his ups and downs like any two year old, but mostly he seems to be adjusting so well. I get so many hugs and kisses throughout the days that I am just loving it!! We had a couple of nights where he was having trouble falling asleep and would just cry for me to come hold him. He'd do that off and on 4 or 5 times over the course of a couple of hours, but tonight he just went to his crib right away and played a little and then fell asleep. I thought he might be getting into a pattern of "if I cry, she comes", which is both good and bad. But looks like maybe he just needed to expend a little more energy and have a little shorter nap. So, so sorry for the details, but life with a two year old brings you back to these things. Oh, by the way, Jake does amazing for a two year old with a razor scooter. I think that explains his little calf muscles being pretty developed as his foster family said that that was his favorite toy. I think he was trying to keep up with the other foster child that the family was keeping.
I continue to think through changes we need to make as we plan for our homeschool work and activities for the fall. I am making decisions that will mean that I have fewer commitments and can focus on my children (I feel such peace as I make each difficult decision) and my sweet husband who has so often gotten the short end of the stick. Though I will really miss it, I'm not helping with our children's worship at church this year. This will relieve some stress as Sunday mornings roll around and will free up one night a month when we were practicing. I know this seems small, but I am praising God for His Hand in helping me to see what it is that I need to be doing right now. I've not always been great about following His lead when it comes to commitments, activities, etc.
Let me close by saying that I wish each of you could for a moment step into my shoes and look into the face of my little guy and see what I see and feel what I feel for him...as his mother. It is such love. He is so fearfully and wonderfully made!! The more I love him the more I hurt for his start in life. It breaks my heart that we live in such a fallen world where children are orphaned. The more I love him, the more excited I get for him about what he has now and what God can do in His life. The more I love him, honestly the more I realize that he is fully a "Stanley" and how God has put together our family and how amazing that is. And I look forward to our future together. I can't wait to watch him grow. I can't wait to see who he becomes. I can't wait to see a million more smiles and wipe away tears. And help him learn to fight the good fight. But for now, I am just so happy with hearing him say a new word each day, listening to him babble for minutes on end about who knows what, holding and rocking him and feeling him nestle into me as he is resting in my arms, listening to him call the other children's names, watching him squeal with delight as the wind blows a couple of leaves by us....oh the list just goes on and on.
Thank you for following along. Blessings to you.
The biggest thing that I want to share is that Jake continues to do so well. He has his ups and downs like any two year old, but mostly he seems to be adjusting so well. I get so many hugs and kisses throughout the days that I am just loving it!! We had a couple of nights where he was having trouble falling asleep and would just cry for me to come hold him. He'd do that off and on 4 or 5 times over the course of a couple of hours, but tonight he just went to his crib right away and played a little and then fell asleep. I thought he might be getting into a pattern of "if I cry, she comes", which is both good and bad. But looks like maybe he just needed to expend a little more energy and have a little shorter nap. So, so sorry for the details, but life with a two year old brings you back to these things. Oh, by the way, Jake does amazing for a two year old with a razor scooter. I think that explains his little calf muscles being pretty developed as his foster family said that that was his favorite toy. I think he was trying to keep up with the other foster child that the family was keeping.
I continue to think through changes we need to make as we plan for our homeschool work and activities for the fall. I am making decisions that will mean that I have fewer commitments and can focus on my children (I feel such peace as I make each difficult decision) and my sweet husband who has so often gotten the short end of the stick. Though I will really miss it, I'm not helping with our children's worship at church this year. This will relieve some stress as Sunday mornings roll around and will free up one night a month when we were practicing. I know this seems small, but I am praising God for His Hand in helping me to see what it is that I need to be doing right now. I've not always been great about following His lead when it comes to commitments, activities, etc.
Let me close by saying that I wish each of you could for a moment step into my shoes and look into the face of my little guy and see what I see and feel what I feel for him...as his mother. It is such love. He is so fearfully and wonderfully made!! The more I love him the more I hurt for his start in life. It breaks my heart that we live in such a fallen world where children are orphaned. The more I love him, the more excited I get for him about what he has now and what God can do in His life. The more I love him, honestly the more I realize that he is fully a "Stanley" and how God has put together our family and how amazing that is. And I look forward to our future together. I can't wait to watch him grow. I can't wait to see who he becomes. I can't wait to see a million more smiles and wipe away tears. And help him learn to fight the good fight. But for now, I am just so happy with hearing him say a new word each day, listening to him babble for minutes on end about who knows what, holding and rocking him and feeling him nestle into me as he is resting in my arms, listening to him call the other children's names, watching him squeal with delight as the wind blows a couple of leaves by us....oh the list just goes on and on.
Thank you for following along. Blessings to you.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Snake!!!
Well, it hasn't been the best of days. Jake is fine...but mama hasn't been. It seems that everything just seems to fall apart at once. You all know what I mean.....the dryer died (replaced that on Saturday), computer died last night (still don't know what to do but it's where I get my email and have most of my docs stored, plus it wasn't too long ago that we bought it), fan in bathroom died, something else quit but I can't remember, but to top it all off, the pantry moth infestation (I finally accepted that that's what we have after a year or so of dealing with this) just became unbearable. I had had enough last night and determined that today I would get to the bottom of it. I tried, but chasing a 2 year old and tending to the others various needs (which they still very much have), proved almost to be too much. I have thrown more food away than I could imagine. It made me feel sick because much of it was gluten free which is so expensive!!! But if we can get rid of these moths, I'll be thrilled. Jeff has been worried about this problem all along, but I just kept thinking "no big deal". But Friends, let me tell you, it IS a big deal. It was GROSS!!! I have no idea what I was thinking. There's no telling what we've been eating. Wonder where in the world my mind has been....I'll tell you where. I can get so single minded that all I could think of at times was getting our little guy home. I just kept thinking, "oh, no big deal, just a few moths". Well Friends they have larvae and they leave little nests. I just know God gave me my sweet husband for a reason. He doesn't want us eating moths!!!
Okay, I'm digressing. But anyway, I thought the final straw came tonight when I finally went into the garage to clean up the bag that had leaked sugar into the garage (I have dealt with an ant infestation before and determined that I would NOT have that problem again). Well let me tell you that I thought things couldn't get much worse until I saw the biggest snake in my life. I went to get Jeff, half gasping, and he prepared himself though he wasn't feeling well. It didn't matter; he had to take care of this problem and NOW (that's according to me)! So anyway, he went broom in hand to the garage and looked just under the steps where I had seen the snake. He said "I think it's a belt, but you need to come look to be sure". I wasn't so sure about that but did as he asked and sure enough, it was just Andrew's belt. Oh, that was what Andrew was trying to tell me as he came running down the stairs. Jeff, not feeling well and all, proceeded to get that belt snake out from under the steps and beat the tar out of it, which was actually quite funny until............he spread my pile of sugar all over the garage again. :(((((
But things have been worse, and are in many places in the world, and people have loved ones that are sick. So what in the world do I have to complain about!!! Please, if you're reading this, pray for wisdom in parenting, clarity of mind, and for joy amidst craziness at times.
Okay, I'm digressing. But anyway, I thought the final straw came tonight when I finally went into the garage to clean up the bag that had leaked sugar into the garage (I have dealt with an ant infestation before and determined that I would NOT have that problem again). Well let me tell you that I thought things couldn't get much worse until I saw the biggest snake in my life. I went to get Jeff, half gasping, and he prepared himself though he wasn't feeling well. It didn't matter; he had to take care of this problem and NOW (that's according to me)! So anyway, he went broom in hand to the garage and looked just under the steps where I had seen the snake. He said "I think it's a belt, but you need to come look to be sure". I wasn't so sure about that but did as he asked and sure enough, it was just Andrew's belt. Oh, that was what Andrew was trying to tell me as he came running down the stairs. Jeff, not feeling well and all, proceeded to get that belt snake out from under the steps and beat the tar out of it, which was actually quite funny until............he spread my pile of sugar all over the garage again. :(((((
But things have been worse, and are in many places in the world, and people have loved ones that are sick. So what in the world do I have to complain about!!! Please, if you're reading this, pray for wisdom in parenting, clarity of mind, and for joy amidst craziness at times.
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