Thought It Was Monday

Just some notes today as things continue to be busy.

We are about to enter the birthday season around here. The Littlest Mr. will start us off, turning 7 tomorrow. Then Little Miss will turn 3, then Little Mr. will be 11 and finally Little One will turn 1. He's getting ready to take his first steps any day now.

Little One is going to have a longer road medically than I expected, but we'll just keep on, one step at a time. Progress is progress no matter what. I can't say that I fully agree with the Dr.'s plan or train of thought, but I understand it and respect it. In foster care, even though we are the primary care givers for a child we don't necessarily get to make the decisions. We sort of all have to compromise and try to hit a happy middle ground. Not always easy.

It was a very busy, yet relaxing, stay at home weekend for us. Other than a little get together for Little One with some of his siblings, we had the whole weekend to ourselves. What did we do with it? We grilled and mowed and flew some kites. Bikes were ridden and balls thrown. We had a fire in the fire pit while listening to the Brewers--nothing sweeter my friends. We stayed up late and slept in. We read. We did laundry and homework. We played video games and colored pictures. We climbed trees and tipped the swing set.

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