The house, my hands, my desire to blog....
I have sat at the computer with intent and left with regret several times in the last weeks.
What I would have shared in a couple quick takes:
1. Paul's 94 year old Busia passed peacefully in her sleep after attending mass and celebrating the Polish Christmas eve dinner with her family. Seriously I can not imagine a more beautiful way to pass. I was grateful to be able to make the quick trip with my husband to celebrate her life. Quick thanks to the family who made it possible for us to attend.
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| Rosie enjoying time with her pra-busia in October. A memory & photo I cherish. |
2. Christmas was wonderful, full of family. We finished our guest room in the nick of time. A reveal that will have to wait for another day.
3. New Years Eve. I quote my mom who said "most fun new years." Pinterest style, I went to Party City and had balloons blown up to help us count down the hours. In each balloon was a note. Each hour, my alarm went off to summon the kids to pop a new balloon.
7pm - Make Caramel Apples
8pm - Make Soap Clouds
9pm - Play a Game
10pm - Watch a Movie
11pm - Sing Karaoke
12 pm - Make a Toast and Go to Bed!
The babies made it almost to 10pm and Rosie made it to celebrate midnight. The evening was a blast.
4. The day after my mom left, I threw out my back. I have never done this before and holy smokes...I do NOT recommend it. I spent the first day in tears and with the help of my husband's ingenuity, was only able to lay down or get up using a table leaf as a back board. I am slowing regaining movement and coming out from under almost a week of muscle relaxers and naproxin.
5. I hate hate hate HMOs. Just for the record.
6. I am grateful for the women who have come forward and told me how much they appreciate or relate to my 30 days series. Being completely honest in the blog world is a risk. Especially for a foster mom. My struggles have not ended, but I am strengthened with new resolve. And each time someone thanks me for writing those posts, I am reminded to go back and read them. Something I need to do regularly.
7. Did I miss the birthdays??? I forgot the birthdays! Augie turned 3 and Catie turned 2! We celebrated at a bounce house. Best birthday ever for Augie, worst birthday ever for Catie. Fortunately she enjoyed her cupcake. I am amazed to look at my babies growing and think of how far we have come.
I am truly blessed to be mamma to these special little ones. For as much as they challenge me, they are beautiful miraculous gifts straight from God. He knew I needed them to purify me and bring me to my knees. He knew they needed me, a mamma who would love them and do anything for them. Happy Birthday to my babies. I am grateful for you.
