I hope you all had a blessed weekend.
Ours was lovely. Especially lovely because my hubby was home the entire weekend. Not one call-out. That’s amazing. Being called out at all hours, day and night, is just part of his job. If a family calls for him, he HAS to go. It was so nice to just have him home…all weekend. I think I could get used to that.
I had such good intentions of cleaning house, cleaning closets, packing away clothes that my children have outgrown. Yeah, like that happened!
I did, however, make a trip to the coat store. I bought my third coat. Yes, third. The other two both got returned after about a week. They just did not keep me warm. So now I’m trying a faux fur coat. Eeekk–I could NEVER do real fur. Ever. I know they’re warm, but forget it. It’s just not my thing.
Thank you for your sweet encouragement about my adoption paperwork woes. I’m getting there, friends. Just re-doing one document at a time. Those of you who have adopted before know all too well that it is just part of the process to bring our children home. Slow and steady, with a lot of deep breathes, right?
One look at this little guy last weekend, and all of a sudden it hit me….
My baby boy is not my baby anymore. He is growing up.
Cade decided to give a pair of his brother’s outgrown Heelys (the shoes with the wheels) a try. He put them on, got a few lessons from big brother, and went. As easy as that.
My baby boy is growing up way too fast for his mommy’s liking.
Why can’t they just stay little???
