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I’m going to be real right now. I feel really guilty. I feel guilty because I am so happy with mommy-hood right now. I see all of you in the trenches, and I was there a year ago. A year ago, we were in total survival mode. A year ago we were literally fearing for our lives. But we aren’t there now, and I don’t know how to feel about that. I feel guilty because I am so caught up in the glorious bliss of these little ones that I have been blessed with that I forget to pray for the one that just wouldn’t, couldn’t let me love him. I need to change that. I will always be his mom in spirit. I promised before my faith family that I would, so my prayers matter. I need to remember that. I feel guilty because I see all of you suffering through. Choosing to do the tough stuff, the right things, putting on your big girl (boy) panties (boxers?) in the midst of absolutely horrendous situations that most parents can’t imagine. I can imagine. I was there. But I’m not anymore. The worst I have to deal with are the erratic tantrums of an infantile recovering addict, and the age appropriate tantrums of an amazing, miracle of a 2 y/o. I feel bad about that. I think about all of you when I post FB updates about my babies sleeping through the night, when a year ago I slept with one ear open, bracing myself for the blaring alarm or the sound of a shattering window, and I know you are there. I thought about you today when my Busy Boy went pee on the potty for the first time, because I know that you are out there singing “The Pee Song” and listening to what your child was telling you through their actions. Is it weird to say I miss it? Yeah. It is. Is it the adrenaline that we were constantly functioning in that I was addicted to? Is it the pride of knowing that I did a damn good job with my boys that I miss? Or is it that I feel like I am losing connection with my amazing community of trauma mamas and papas? Now I know, dear friends, that we are not done with this journey yet. In fact, I know we are just at the very early stages of our new journey. We don’t know what special attention our precious littles will need as they grow. We don’t know what effects of trauma will be uncovered as they get older. Both were exposed to all kinds of crap in their birth mothers’ wombs, so who knows what that will bring, but I feel like I can be as prepared as any mama can be. I am not scared. I don’t feel lost or overwhelmed. That is because of you. So know, precious brothers and sisters, that you are on my heart daily. I have not forgotten that you are fighting the good fight, and I remember to shoot some serious arrow prayers in your direction. And I will pick your brains, seriously, a lot, because I know I can trust you, and you will never roll your eyes, or get scared off. We were mourning over babies lost, and babies never had, And then, in a dream, God told me your name. He told me to get ready for you. And then the phone rang, and there was a baby who was very sick who needed a mommy and daddy who knew how to take care of sick babies. And then we said yes, because God had already told us you were coming. And then you came. And you were so tiny, and I told Isa over the phone how tiny you were, and I sent him a picture, but he still didn’t understand. And you were so dirty, so I immediately washed you in a warm bath with lavender oil, and I held you in the palm of one hand, and I got some clean clothes out of the closet, but you were so tiny that I didn’t have anything small enough. And then Isa came home and marveled at how small you were, and how sick you looked. And then we heard you cry, and we saw the pain that you were in, and we promised to help you heal, and we swaddled you up and held you close. And I washed you again, because you still smelled like smoke. And that was the beginning. And then you got bigger, and stronger, and healthier, and smiley-er, and happier. And then you amazed everyone with your over-coming spirit. And then you confused your doctor, so we had to be patient. And then you started to do things early, not late. And then you became this beautiful, healthy, strong baby girl. And then you became ours in our hearts, and we started to believe it might be possible that you might stay. And then you became ours forever. Well, we are almost there, aren’t we, Bitty Girl? Note: I started this post June 25, and was interrupted by a call from our worker asking us to take an emergency placement of two girls, thus the interruption of time. Also, things are even more intense and chaotic right now, but we are getting it figured out. I’ve been trying to figure out the best way to introduce you to Busy Boy as well as let you in to the complexity that is life in the Stubborn house right now, and I think what might be effective is to give you a daily breakdown. 7:00 AM – Bitty Babe wakes up. Depending on the kind of day it is, she is either cooing and playing in her crib, or screaming bloody murder. There is no in between. Also, depending on what kind of night it was, I am either well rested and ready to start the day, or am dragging my legs over the edge of the bed trying to explain to my screaming baby why it is taking me so long. “Hold on, Honey!” “I’m almost there, Baby Girl!” “My eyes are having a little trouble opening, Darling. Be patient!” God graciously made me a morning person, so as soon as my feet hit the floor and I start moving, I wake up very quickly and am ready to get things started. I pick up my precious baby girl and greet her with ‘good morning’s’ and lots and lots of kisses. I bring her to the changing area on our living room floor and soak up the love as she coos and smiles at me as I change her butt. I then sit her down (‘cuz she can sit now!) with a couple of toys while I take care of some….ahem…personal business. Then it’s time to get her morning bottle made as well as dose up her morning med. Update: When I originally wrote this, Bitty was not crawling yet. This has since changed in a big way. There is no more sitting her on the floor while she contentedly plays with a toy, because she has figured out very quickly how to climb our sunken living room’s stairs to follow me where ever I go, so now she goes into the bathroom with me and plays with a roll of toilet paper. Feeding Bitty is one of my favorite things. I love how she gazes up at my face and strokes my hair. She still needs to be swaddled to eat effectively most of the time, but she usually works her right arm out, and it goes straight to my hair and face. She has this thing about scratching too, so I really have to stay on top of her nails. 8:00 AM – Busy Boy wakes up. I usually know this because he either knocks on his door, which he can’t open yet, or he cries, which stops as soon as I open the door. He greets me with a smiley “Hi!” and gives me a hug around the legs. I melt. He carries his sippy cup of water and his blanket out with him, but he usually drops them somewhere between his bedroom and the living room. I always give him kisses as soon as I see him, and I ask him how he rested, which he usually replies to in his own lovely little language. Busy Boy, at 29 months of age, has the language skills of an 15-18 month-old, but he makes up for his lack of words with his expressiveness in his own language. He wants to make himself known so much, and we are determined to give him the tools to do that, so the day he moved in I began using sign language with him. He picked it up so quickly those first couple of days that I was convinced that his guardians had been using sign with him, which I found out was not the case. He already knows more than 20 signs, learns new ones instantly, and signs 3 word sentences. He even makes up his own signs to make himself understood. For example, at lunch one day he pointed to the grilled cheese sandwich I had on the stove and he signed “hot cheese.” What I love about the use of sign language with speech-delayed kids is that it gives them a chance to build vocabulary and confidence as they learn to speak. More on that another time. After Busy Boy gets up, I get his butt changed and then wait to see what kind of morning it will be. Sometimes Busy Boy is ready to go right away and immediately wants to go to his high chair and eat breakfast. Other mornings he needs some time to play before he realizes he is hungry. 8:15 AM – Breakfast. I have been enjoying breakfast time so much! This used to be a hard time of the morning for me before Busy Boy came. Most mornings I would spend the first hour sitting on the couch with the babe watching TLC’s morning lineup. Because of Bitty Babe’s high needs, it was just easier to not have any morning expectations. Now that Busy Boy is here, I don’t have a choice. I have to feed the child! I definitely think it helps that Bitty is old enough now that she is interested in playing with things, so she is not needing my constant attention and entertainment. Even though she’s not eating solid food yet, I’ve been putting her in her high chair with some of her favorite toys, or a graham cracker to gnaw on, so she can join us in the breakfast fun. I know I haven’t been writing much about it recently, but I love to cook, and I’ve always thought that cold cereal was more of a snack food than a breakfast food, which leads me to the conclusion that I should make hot breakfast as often as possible. This is actually a very practical thing with two little ones because they eat in the kitchen, and I want to be with them, so cooking for them makes my time well spent. Lately I’ve been making Busy Boy blueberry pancakes and a simple cheese omelette. They are quick, nutritious dishes, and Busy Boy gobbles them up. While I’m making the hot items, I give him him his choice of fruit, which he uses his new found sign language skills to communicate. Busy Boy is a big eater, which is wonderful, because he will try just about anything, but he is also a slow eater, which means that breakfast takes up a good 45 minutes of our morning. 9:00 AM – New butt and play time. This is when I am really glad that Bitty is getting so independent and will play on her own, because this allows me time to get some morning chores done. During this time, Busy Boy is exploring. He is such a thinker. He loves finding out how objects might work together, especially in combinations I would never have thought of, like plastic stacking rings strung onto a wagon handle. 10:00 AM – Snack time for Busy Boy, nap time for Bitty. Yes, you read that right, Bitty is actually going down for regular morning naps! This started about a month ago, and I am loving it! Depending on how she’s feeling, she will sleep anywhere from 1-3 hours. It’s wonderful! Snack time is another time of the day that I am so thankful for my ASL background, because Busy Boy is able to let me know when he is hungry and exactly what he wants. It’s incredible. I seriously almost cried the day when instead of whining and grunting for his hat that he saw in his diaper bag, he signed “hat please.” Amazing. 10:30 AM – More play time. Since Bitty is usually asleep at this time, I try to take this time to spend some good one-on-one time with Busy Boy and work on more specific skills. It’s pretty obvious that Busy Boy was never really read to, as he has no idea what to do with a book, and cannot identify objects in pictures…like any. So this is something I am really trying to work with him on. It’s hard sometimes, because he is so active he doesn’t really want to sit still with me. Now, don’t get me wrong, he is a very cuddly kid, and loves to be rocked and snuggled, but right now reading seems like a waste of good play time to him. So I am trying to read AROUND him a lot, and catch him during his few quiet times. I’ve been collecting children’s books for years, so I am super excited to share these wonderful books with my kiddos. We’ll get there. Update: Since I wrote this, Busy Boy is now choosing to get books off the bookshelf and look at them independently! He has been pointing to pictures and telling me about them, such as pointing to a picture of Elmo taking a bath and signing and saying “bath time,” or “night nights” for Ernie in bed. 11:30 AM – Lunch. More good food. Enough said. 12:15 PM – Busy Boy goes down for his nap. The first few days were rough simply because we had no idea what kind of schedule he was on. Now that we know, and we know how routine oriented he is, nap time is a breeze. After I get him cleaned up from lunch, I change his butt and tell him it’s time for night nights. He grabs his bunny blanket and his sippy cup (with water) and heads to his room. He’s usually fussing as he walks, but it’s so fake it’s hilarious. He puts himself into bed, I give him a kiss, say good night, go out, and shut the door. DONE! Time for Mama ( Äiti) to get busy! This is when I try to get caught up on dishes and laundry. If Bitty is awake, I work in our bedroom putting clothes away, which is my LEAST favorite chore. If Bitty is asleep, I work somewhere else in the house, maybe even getting some deeper sorting and organizing done. If Bitty is really sleeping, I might even lie down for a while, although she has this Äiti radar and has an annoying habit of waking up within minutes of me lying down. 3:00 PM – Busy Boy is up and ready for a new butt and a snack. He always wakes up in good spirits, so I am excited to see him when he wakes up from his nap. Then it’s play time, hopefully including some outside time, especially now that Bitty can sit in the grass and play as well. Our physical therapist blessed us with a playskool turtle sandbox, complete with sand, so Busy Boy has been thoroughly enjoying that along with the inexpensive water table I found earlier this summer. Bitty usually naps at this time too. 5:00 PM – More snack as I start dinner, ‘cuz we always end up eating late. 6:00 PM – Hubby gets home from work and helps with the littles as I try to finish dinner. I love, LOVE, love seeing Hubby in his amazing role as Isä. He and Busy Boy are bonding incredibly well. It helps that Busy Boy is such an easy going, funny, interesting kid of coarse, but he has taken to Hubby in a huge way. 7:00 PM – Dinner. It’s fun eating as a family again. 8:00 PM – Bath time. Busy Boy loves to sit and play in his little tub. He also likes it when Bitty Babe comes to join him. He enjoys helping to wash her and he likes to tickle her belly and her toes. After his bath I rub him down with coconut oil infused with lavender and eucalyptus oils. I started this when Bitty Babe had RSV this past winter, but it’s a great way to get more touch opportunities, as well as check for booboos, and nourish their skin. One of my favorite heart-warming moments included this little ritual. As I rub the oil into his skin, I sing Busy Boy a song, “This is the way we rub the oil, rub the oil, rub the oil, this is the way we rub the oil right before bed time.” One night, Busy Boy got his fingers into the jar and took out a little too much oil, so I asked him if he would rub it on my arm. As he lovingly rubbed the oil in, he sang the song to me in his beautiful little way. It was a great little reward from heaven. 8:15 PM – Bed time for Busy Boy! Just like nap time, Busy Boy gets his blankets and his sippy cup of water, gives Isä kisses, and heads to bed. After I close his curtains, I sit with him on the floor and rock him as I sing my favorite lullaby from Psalty to him. Then I pray over him, thanking God for putting this amazing child in my life. I put him back into his bed, kiss him good night, tell him I love him and leave the room. He might fuss a little, but is usually out before I get to the living room. 8:30 PM – Chill time with Hubby. I might get some dinner clean-up done, but I usually do most of my dishes the next morning during breakfast. I need this time with my sweet husband. Plus, Bitty doesn’t go down until at least 9, and is extra needy in those evening hours. 11:30 PM – Night night! I take the dog out, brush my teeth, crawl between the sheets, read my Bible, turn my music on, and am out! 4:00 AM – Bitty usually wakes up declaring that she is starving to death, so I stumble out of bed, use the facilities as fast as possible, make her a bottle, and try not to fall asleep on my child as I give her the sustenance she so desperately desires. Then back to sleep for as long as possible. Wow. Just writing all that really reminds me of how much life has changed since Jeremiah and Gabe were here. Gabe came to visit last weekend, and he commented multiple times how funny it was to see all the baby stuff around the house. He loves it though, and is so glad to have the opportunity to be big brother to Busy Boy and Bitty. The past two weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions, hard choices, and great rewards. As I said in my last video blog, we were faced with the opportunity to take in a sibling group of 4 little ones. We went to meet them and fell in love. The DHS worker wanted us to take the two babies that night, sight unseen, but we did not feel comfortable with that arrangement. For one, we had to talk to Rachel about it. This is her house too, after all. So we told the worker that we needed a couple of days to think and pray about it, then we would make our decision. It would be a major life change, taking on four, especially four so young (6 months, 2, 4, and 6), but we had one question nagging at our hearts that just wouldn’t go away: If not us, then who? So we prayed about it for two days, and then we took the leap of faith and said “Yes!” We made the decision as a family; Rachel, Hubby, and myself all had to be in agreement, and we were. There were definite concerns, things that freaked us out completely, but in the end we knew that we had to be obedient and say what our hearts were crying, and they were crying for these kids. So after we said yes, we waited. We waited to hear what the next step was going to be and when the kids would be coming home. We were determined to be their last foster placement, so we wanted to be as prepared as possible. We immediately started preparing our home and I put out an SOS to everyone who might care to start gathering supplies. Oddly, there was little communication from the DHS of the county the kids currently resided in. It was days before we heard anything, and then what we heard was that the DHS worker wasn’t sure about the placement any more. She thought that we were “standoffish” at the meeting, which we found incredibly ironic, as would anyone who knows us at all. We were incredibly confused, especially after she initially tried to get us to take the kids immediately, without ever even meeting us. Anywho, our agency’s amazing foster care director was a great mediator and tried to get things figured out, but the DHS worker was being incredibly confusing on all sides. But we kept preparing. That next Monday I had to travel up their way to bring Bitty Babe to a doctor’s appointment, and their DHS worker thought it would be a good idea for us to meet the children again, for them to get to see us, and for us to get any questions answered, since we were told at this point that the move-in date would be that Friday. Rachel was going to be with me, so that would be a great opportunity for her to meet them. The meeting was really, really odd. We had a great time playing with the kids, but the DHS worker disappeared! When she did show back up, she wouldn’t answer any of my questions. She was being incredibly elusive, even with simple things like the kids’ clothing sizes and food preferences. I thought that maybe she just didn’t want to talk in front of the children, so I asked her if we could talk later that evening, and she said she would give me a call after she dropped the kids off. She didn’t call. She didn’t call the next day either, after I left her a message asking her to PLEASE give me a call back. She never called. What in the world was up? Finally I got a call from our agency saying that the DHS worker had been working with a different family trying to get them to take all four, but they had 4 already and so they were working on getting them a variance, since 8 is above the state’s licensing limit. We (our agency worker included) were dumbfounded! Suddenly, the tables had totally turned. The DHS worker went from handing over the babies sight unseen, to totally changing her tune and trying to keep the kids in her county. The part that frustrated me was the unprofessionalism of leading us on, allowing us to continue to prepare for these kids, even having us come out and spend more time with them, when all the while she had another plan. Also, the lack of communication was very irritating. Why didn’t she just tell us that they were exploring other options? Why didn’t she call me back when she said she would? COMMUNICATION, PEOPLE! Anywho, even after we were told about the new plan, we still had to wait to see if the variance would be approved for the other family. If it wasn’t approved, than we would be the only choice to keep the 4 together. So we waited. In the mean time, we knew that even if this placement didn’t work out, that the Lord had been preparing us for a reason. Whether it were just an exercise in obedience, or whether He had another child in mind that He wanted to open our hearts for, we knew that He had a plan that was bigger than any DHS worker. Finally, this past Tuesday our agency gave us a call to tell us that the variance for other family had been approved, so we would not be getting the 4-pack, but before she even took a breath she had something else to ask us….
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Tá mé ag dul a bheith fíor anois. Is dóigh liom i ndáiríre ciontach. Is dóigh liom ciontach toisc Tá mé chomh sásta leis an cochall mam-ceart anois. Feicim ar fad agat sna trinsí, agus bhí mé ann ná bliain ó shin. A bliain ó shin, bhí muid i mód marthanais iomlán. A bliain ó shin bhí eagla againn literally le haghaidh ár saol. Ach nach bhfuil muid ann anois, agus níl a fhios agam conas a bhraitheann faoi sin. Is dóigh liom ciontach toisc mé gafa amhlaidh suas i bliss glorious na cinn beag go bhfuil mé ag bheannaigh le go dearmad mé guí ar an duine nach mbeadh ach, d'fhéadfadh lig grá dom dó. Is gá dom a athrú go. Beidh mé i gcónaí a mamaí i spiorad. Gheall mé os comhair mo theaghlach creideamh go Ba mhaith liom, mar sin ábhar mo ghuí. Is gá dom a mheabhrú go. Is dóigh liom ciontach mar a fheiceann mé gach ceann de tú ag fulaingt tríd. Roghnú a dhéanamh ar an stuif crua a dhéanamh, na rudaí ceart, a chur ar do chailín mór (buachaill) mionbhrístíní (dhornálaithe?) I measc na staideanna fíor horrendous nach féidir le tuismitheoirí an chuid is mó a shamhlú. Féidir liom a shamhlú. Bhí mé ann. Ach níl mé níos mó. Is iad na measa agam chun déileáil leis an tantrums erratic de addict infantile teacht chucu féin, agus an tantrums aois chuí ar miracle iontach, ar y 2 / ch. Is dóigh liom dona faoi sin. I mo thuairimse, faoi gach ceann de tú nuair a mé sa phost nuashonruithe FB faoi mo leanaí codlata tríd an oíche, nuair a bliain ó shin slept mé le ceann amháin cluaise oscailte, fial mé féin do an t-aláram blaring nó an fhuaim fuinneog shattering, agus tá a fhios agam go bhfuil tú ann . Shíl mé faoi tú inniu nuair a chuaigh mo Boy Busy Pee ar an potty don chéad uair, mar tá a fhios agam go bhfuil tú amach ann ag canadh "The Song Pee" agus ag éisteacht le cad a bhí do pháiste ag insint duit tríd a gcuid gníomhaíochtaí. An bhfuil sé aisteach a rá liom a chailleann sé? Yeah. Tá sé. An bhfuil sé an adrenaline a bhí ag feidhmiú muid de shíor sa mhéid gur addicted I a ghabhann leis? An bhfuil sé an bród a fhios agam go raibh mé post damnaigh maith le mo buachaillí a chailleann mé? Nó an bhfuil sé go dar liom mé a chailliúint maidir le mo phobal iontach mamas tráma agus Papas? Anois, tá a fhios agam, daor chairde, go nach bhfuil muid ag déanamh leis an turas go fóill. Go deimhin, tá a fhios agam go bhfuil againn ach ag na céimeanna an-luath ar ár dturas nua. Níl a fhios againn cad a aird ar leith go mbeidh ár littles lómhar de dhíth mar a fhásann siad. Níl a fhios againn cad a bheidh iarmhairtí tráma a nochtadh mar a théann siad in aois. Bhí faoi lé an dá do gach cineál de cacamas i lena máithreacha breithe 'wombs, mar sin a fhios cad a thabharfaidh, ach is dóigh liom mar is féidir liom a bheith chomh ullmhaithe mar is féidir aon mama a bheith. Níl mé scanraithe. Ní féidir liom a bhraitheann caillte nó faoi léigear. Is é sin mar gheall ar tú. Mar sin, tá a fhios, deartháireacha agus deirfiúracha lómhara, go bhfuil tú ar mo chroí go laethúil. Nach bhfuil mé dearmad a dhéanamh go bhfuil tú ag troid leis an gcomhrac maith, agus is cuimhin liom a shoot roinnt paidreacha arrow tromchúiseach i do threo. Agus beidh mé Pioc do brains, dáiríre, go leor, mar tá a fhios agam gur féidir liom muinín agat, agus ní bheidh rolla do shúile duit, nó a fháil scanraithe as. Bhí muid ag caoineadh níos mó ná leanaí caillte, agus leanaí riamh go raibh, Agus ansin, i mbrionglóid, a dúirt Dia liom d'ainm. Dúirt sé liom a fháil réidh ar do shon. Agus ansin ghlaoigh an teileafón, agus bhí leanbh a bhí an-tinn ar theastaigh a mam agus daidí a bhí a fhios conas aire a thabhairt leanaí breoite. Agus ansin dúirt muid yes, toisc go raibh Dia inis dúinn cheana féin go raibh tú ag teacht. Agus ansin tháinig tú. Agus bhí tú beag bídeach sin, agus dúirt mé Isa ar an nguthán cé chomh beag bídeach a bhí tú, agus chuir mé pictiúr, ach tá sé fós ní raibh a thuiscint. Agus 's tú go salach, mar sin ní mé láithreach tú i ndabhach te leis an ola lavender, agus bhí mé tú i pailme ar lámh amháin, agus fuair mé roinnt éadaí glan amach as an closet, ach bhí tú beag bídeach sin go bhfuil mé didn' T bhfuil rud ar bith beag go leor. Agus ansin tháinig Isa bhaile agus iontas cé chomh beag a bhí tú, agus conas a d'fhéach tú tinn. Agus ansin chuala muid caoin tú, agus chonaic muid an pian go raibh tú i, agus geallta againn chun cabhrú leat a leigheas, agus swaddled muid tú suas agus tú i seilbh a dhúnadh. Agus ní mé leat arís, toisc go smelled tú fós mhaith deataigh. Agus go raibh an tús. Agus ansin fuair tú níos mó, agus níos láidre, agus níos sláintiúla, agus smiley-ER, agus níos sona. Agus ansin amazed tú do gach duine le spiorad do ró-romhainn. Agus ansin tú mearbhall do dhochtúir, agus mar sin bhí againn a bheith foighneach. Agus ansin thosaigh tú chun rudaí a dhéanamh nach luath, déanach. Agus ansin bhí tú é seo, álainn sláintiúil, cailín leanbh láidir. Agus ansin tháinig tú linne in ár gcroí, agus thosaigh muid chun a chreidiúint d'fhéadfadh go mbeadh sé indéanta go mb'fhéidir go mbeadh tú ag fanacht. Agus ansin tháinig tú linne go deo. Bhuel, tá muid beagnach ann, nach bhfuil muid, Cailín Bitty? Tabhair faoi deara: Thosaigh mé an post seo 25 Meitheamh, agus cuireadh isteach ag glaoch as ár oibrí ag iarraidh orainn a ghlacadh socrúchán éigeandála beirt chailíní, dá bhrí sin an cur isteach ar an am.Chomh maith leis sin, tá rudaí níos déine agus chaotic ceart anois, ach táimid ag dul figured sé amach. Tá mé ag iarraidh a figiúr amach an bealach is fearr chun tú a thabhairt isteach chun Boy Busy chomh maith le tú a ligean i do chastacht go bhfuil an saol sa teach stubborn ceart anois, agus sílim go d'fhéadfadh a bheith éifeachtach a thabhairt duit briseadh síos laethúil . 07:00 - Bitty Babe wakes suas. Ag brath ar an cineál lae é, tá sí ag crón ré ceachtar agus ag imirt ina crib, nó screadaíl dúnmharú fuilteach. Níl aon i idir. Chomh maith leis sin, ag brath ar cén cineál oíche a bhí sé, tá mé ceachtar rested go maith agus réidh chun tús a chur leis lá, nó tá tarraingt mo chos thar an imeall an leaba ag iarraidh a mhíniú do mo leanbh screadaíl cén fáth go bhfuil sé ag cur fada liom sin a dhéanamh. "Coinnigh ar, Mil!" "Tá mé beagnach ann, Cailín leanbh!" "Tá mo shúile ag oscailt dtrioblóid beag, Darling. Bí othar! " Dia chaoin mé ag duine ar maidin, amhlaidh a luaithe is a bhuail mo chosa ar an urlár agus tús a chur mé ag bogadh, dúisigh mé suas go han-tapa agus táim réidh chun a fháil rudaí a tosaithe. Mé Pioc suas mo cailín leanbh lómhara agus a beannú le 'dea-maidine' agus go leor agus go leor de póga. A thabhairt mé léi go dtí an ceantar atá ag athrú ar ár n-urlár seomra suí agus soak suas an grá mar atá sí COOS agus smiles ag dom mar mé athrú a Butt. Mé ag suí ansin léi síos ('cuz féidir léi suí anois!) Le cúpla bréagáin agus a ghlacadh mé aire a thabhairt ar roinnt .... ahem ... gnó pearsanta. Ansin, tá sé in am a fháil di buidéal maidin a rinneadh chomh maith le dáileog suas a maidin Med Nuashonrú:. Nuair a scríobh mé ar dtús seo, ní raibh Bitty crawling go fóill.Tá sé seo athraithe ó shin ar bhealach mór.Níl aon níos mó ina suí di ar an urlár agus imríonn sí contentedly le bréagán, toisc go bhfuil figured sí amach go han-tapa conas a tóg ár seomra suí bháite ar staighre a leanúint liom nuair a bhí riamh a théann mé, mar sin anois téann sí isteach sa seomra folctha liom agus drámaí le rolla de páipéar leithris.:) Is é Beathú Bitty ceann de mo rudaí is fearr leat. Is breá liom conas gazes sí suas ar mo aghaidh agus strokes mo chuid gruaige. Riachtanais sí fós le swaddled a ithe go héifeachtach is mó den am, ach oibríonn sí de ghnáth a lámh dheis amach, agus téann sé díreach go dtí mo chuid gruaige agus ar aghaidh. Tá sí an rud faoi scratching freisin, mar sin tá mé i ndáiríre chun fanacht ar barr na hingne. 08:00 - Dúisíonn Boy Busy suas. Tá a fhios agam de ghnáth seo toisc go knocks sé chucu ar a doras, nach féidir leis a oscailt go fóill, nó caoineadh sé, a stopann chomh luath agus a oscailt mé an doras. Mbeannaí sé dom le smiley "Dia duit!" Agus tugann dom le barróg ar fud na cosa. I leá. Déanann sé a cupán sippy uisce agus a blaincéad amach leis, ach titeann sé de ghnáth iad áit éigin idir a sheomra leapa agus seomra suí. Mé a thabhairt dó i gcónaí póga chomh luath agus a fheiceáil mé é, agus ceist a chur air agam conas a rested sé, a fhreagraíonn sé de ghnáth i dteanga a beag féin álainn. Boy Busy, ag 29 mhí d'aois, tá na scileanna teanga ar 15-18 mí d'aois, ach déanann sé suas as a chuid easpa focail lena expressiveness ina dteanga féin. Tá sé ag iarraidh a chur in iúl dó féin an méid sin, agus tá rún daingean againn a thabhairt dó na huirlisí sin a dhéanamh, agus mar sin an lá chuaigh sé i thosaigh mé ag baint úsáide as teanga chomharthaíochta leis. Phioc sé suas é chomh tapa sin chéad cúpla lá go raibh mé cinnte go raibh a caomhnóirí ag baint úsáide as comhartha leis, a fuair mé amach nach raibh an cás. Tá a fhios aige cheana féin níos mó ná 20 comhartha, foghlaimíonn cinn nua láithreach, agus a shíníonn 3 abairtí focal. Déanann sé fiú suas a comharthaí féin a dhéanamh thuiscint féin. Mar shampla, ag lón lá amháin dúirt sé leis an ceapaire cáise grilled a bhí agam ar an sorn agus shínigh sé "cáis te." Cad is breá liom mar gheall ar an úsáid a bhaint as teanga comharthaíochta le urlabhra-moillithe páistí is go dtugann sé dóibh an deis a thógáil stór focal agus muinín mar a fhoghlaimíonn siad a labhairt. Níos mó ar an am go chéile. Tar éis a fhaigheann Boy Busy suas, a fháil ar a Butt athrú agus ansin fanacht ar a fheiceáil cén cineál maidin a bheidh sé. Uaireanta is Boy Busy réidh le dul ar an bpointe boise agus láithreach ba mhaith leis dul chuig a chathaoirleach ard agus bricfeasta a ithe. Maidin Eile riachtanais sé roinnt ama a imirt sula tuigeann sé go bhfuil sé ocras. 08:15 - Bricfeasta. Bhí mé ag baint suilt as am bricfeasta an méid sin! Seo a úsáidtear a bheith am deacair ar maidin go dtí mé sular tháinig Boy Busy. Maidin an chuid is mó ba mhaith liom a chaitheamh ar an chéad uair ina suí ar an tolg leis an leanbh breathnú ar lineup maidin TLC ar. Mar gheall ar riachtanais ard Bitty Babe s, go raibh sé ach níos éasca a nach bhfuil aon súil ar maidin. Anois go bhfuil Boy Busy anseo, ní féidir liom a rogha. Tá mé chun beatha an leanbh! I mo thuairimse, cuidíonn sé cinnte go bhfuil Bitty sean go leor anois go bhfuil sí suim i seinm le rudaí, mar sin nach bhfuil gá sí mo aird leanúnach agus siamsaíochta. Cé nach bhfuil sí ag ithe bia soladach go fóill, tá mé ag cur léi ina cuid cathaoir ard le cuid de na h bréagán is fearr leat, nó scáinteoir Graham go gnaw ar, ionas gur féidir léi bheith linn sa spraoi bricfeasta. Tá a fhios agam nach bhfuil mé ag scríobh i bhfad faoi sé le déanaí, ach is breá liom chun cócaireacht, agus mé Shíl i gcónaí go raibh gránaigh fuar níos mó de bhia sneaiceanna ná bia bricfeasta, as a dtagann dom ar an tátal gur chóir dom a dhéanamh te bricfeasta chomh minic agus is féidir. Tá sé seo i ndáiríre an rud an-phraiticiúil le dhá cinn beag mar gheall ar a itheann siad sa chistin, agus ba mhaith liom a bheith leo, mar sin cócaireachta le haghaidh a dhéanann siad mo chuid ama a chaitear go maith. Lately tá mé ag déanamh pancóga fraochán Busy Boy agus cáis simplí omelette. Tá siad tapa, miasa cothaitheach, agus gobbles Boy Busy suas iad. Cé go bhfuil mé ag déanamh na nithe te, a thabhairt mé dó a rogha torthaí, a úsáideann sé a nua aimsithe scileanna teanga comharthaíochta a chur in iúl. Is Boy Busy eater mór, atá iontach, mar go mbeidh sé iarracht díreach faoi aon rud, ach tá sé chomh maith le eater mall, rud a chiallaíonn go dtarlaíonn bricfeasta suas 45 nóiméad maith ar ár maidin. 09:00 - Butt Nua agus am súgartha. Tá sé seo nuair atá mé i ndáiríre sásta go bhfuil Bitty fáil chomh neamhspleách agus beidh ról léi féin, mar is féidir an uair seo dom a fháil ar roinnt chores maidin dhéanamh. Le linn an ama sin, tá Boy Busy iniúchadh. Tá sé den sórt sin a thinker. Is breá leis a fháil amach conas a d'fhéadfadh rudaí ag obair le chéile, go háirithe i teaglaim riamh, ba mhaith liom a shíl de, cosúil le fáinní cruachta plaisteach strung isteach ar láimhseáil wagon. 10:00 - am Snack do Boy Busy, am nap do Bitty. Sea, léann tú an gceart sin, tá Bitty ag dul i ndáiríre síos do NAPS maidin rialta! Seo a thosaigh thart ar mhí ó shin, agus tá mé grámhara é! Ag brath ar conas a sí ag mothú, beidh sí chodladh ó áit ar bith 1-3 uair an chloig. Tá sé iontach! Is am Snack am eile den lá go bhfuil mé chomh buíoch as mo chúlra TCÉ, toisc go bhfuil Boy Busy in ann a in iúl dom nuair a bhíonn sé ocras agus go díreach cad ba mhaith aige. Tá sé dochreidte. Tromchúiseach mé cried beagnach an lá nuair a ionad whining agus grunting dá hata go bhfaca sé ina mála diaper, shínigh sé "hata le do thoil." Iontach. 10:30 - am spraoi níos mó. Ós rud é Bitty de ghnáth ina chodladh ag an am seo, déan iarracht liom an deis seo am a chaitheamh ag roinnt dea-aon-ar-aon am le Boy Busy agus obair a dhéanamh ar scileanna níos sainiúla. Tá sé soiléir go leor riamh go raibh Boy Busy a léamh i ndáiríre, mar tá sé aon smaoineamh cad atá le déanamh le leabhar, agus ní féidir a aithint rudaí i pictiúir ... mar aon. Mar sin, is é an rud Tá mé ag iarraidh i ndáiríre a bheith ag obair leis ar. Tá sé deacair uaireanta, toisc go bhfuil sé chomh gníomhach nach bhfuil sé ag iarraidh i ndáiríre chun suí go fóill liom. Anois, nach fháil dom mícheart, tá sé ina kid an-cuddly, agus loves a bheith rocked agus snuggled, ach anois is cosúil léamh cosúil le dramhaíl ó am spraoi go maith dó. Mar sin, tá mé ag iarraidh a léamh TIMPEALL dó go leor, agus é a ghabháil le linn a amanna ciúin cúpla. Tá mé ag bailiú leabhair do leanaí ar feadh na mblianta, agus mar sin tá mé ar bís Super a roinnt leis na leabhair iontach le mo kiddos. Beidh muid a fháil ann Nuashonrú:. Ós rud é go Scríobh mé seo, Boy Busy roghnú anois chun leabhair a fháil amach an Seilf Leabhar agus breathnú ar iad go neamhspleách!Tá sé ag cur in iúl le pictiúir agus ag insint dom mar gheall orthu, mar shampla dírithe ar pictiúr de Elmo cur le folctha agus a shíniú agus a rá "am folctha," nó "oíche oíche" do Ernie sa leaba. Níos mó bia maith. Go leor sin. 12:15 - Téann Boy Busy síos le haghaidh a chuid nap. An chéad chúpla lá a bhí garbh ach toisc go raibh muid aon smaoineamh cén cineál sceidil a bhí sé ar. Anois go bhfuil a fhios againn, agus tá a fhios againn conas ghnáthamh dírithe ar a bhfuil sé, tá am nap a Breeze. Tar éis a rachaidh mé glanta air suas ó lón, liom a athrú ar a Butt agus inis sé in am le haghaidh oíche oíche dó. Grabs sé a blaincéad Bunny agus a cupán sippy (le uisce) agus tá i gceannas go dtí a sheomra. Tá sé ag fussing de ghnáth mar siúlóidí sé, ach tá sé chomh falsa tá sé hilarious. Cuireann sé é féin isteach sa leaba, mé a thabhairt dó póg, a rá oíche mhaith, dul amach, agus an doras dúnta. ARNA DHÉANAMH! Am le haghaidh Mama (Äiti) a fháil gnóthach! Tá sé seo nuair a thugaim a fháil ghabháil suas ar miasa agus níocháin. Más rud é Bitty dhúiseacht, tá mé ag obair i ár gcuid éadaí seomra leapa a chur ar shiúl, a bhfuil mo chore LAGHAD is fearr leat. Má tá Bitty chodladh, tá mé ag obair áit éigin eile sa teach, b'fhéidir ag fáil fiú roinnt níos doimhne a shórtáil agus a eagrú a dhéanamh. Má tá Bitty codlata i ndáiríre, d'fhéadfadh liom a bheidh fiú síos ar feadh tamaill, cé go bhfuil sí an radar Äiti agus tá an nós annoying de Airdeallach suas laistigh de nóiméad atá suite liom síos. 03:00 - Is Boy Busy suas agus réidh le haghaidh Butt nua agus snack. Dúisíonn sé suas i gcónaí i biotáillí maith, mar sin tá mé excited a fheiceáil dó nuair a wakes sé suas as a nap. Ansin, tá sé in am spraoi, tá súil againn go n-áirítear roinnt ama taobh amuigh, go háirithe anois gur féidir Bitty suí sa bhféar agus spraoi chomh maith. Ár teiripeoir fisiciúil bheannaigh dúinn a turtle playskool bosca gainimh, iomlán, le gaineamh, tá Boy sin Busy ag baint suilt as go maith go maith leis an tábla uisce saor fuair mé níos luaithe an samhradh seo. Bitty NAPS de ghnáth ag an am seo freisin. 05:00 - sneaiceanna níos mó mar a thosaíonn mé dinnéar, 'cuz muid ag deireadh suas i gcónaí ag ithe go déanach. 06:00 - Faigheann Hubby abhaile ón obair agus cabhraíonn sé leis an littles mar iarracht mé an dinnéar a chríochnú. Is breá liom, LOVE, grá bhfaca Hubby ina ról iontach mar Isa. Sé agus Boy Busy ag nascáil incredibly maith. Cabhraíonn sé go bhfuil Boy Busy den sórt sin atá éasca, ag dul greannmhar, kid suimiúla garbh, ach tá sé tar éis glacadh le Hubby ar bhealach mór. 07:00 - Dinnéar. Tá sé an spraoi ag ithe mar theaghlach arís. 20:00 - am folctha. Is breá Boy Busy chun suí agus spraoi ina tub beag. Is maith sé freisin nuair a thagann Bitty Babe chun páirt a dó. Is maith leis ag cuidiú le nigh di agus maith sé chun tickle a bolg agus a bharraicíní. Tar éis a folctha mé rub dó síos leis an ola cnó cócó infused le olaí lavender agus eucalyptus. Thosaigh mé seo nuair a bhí Bitty Babe RSV an geimhreadh seo caite, ach tá sé ina slí iontach a fháil deiseanna dteagmháil níos mó, chomh maith le a sheiceáil le haghaidh booboos, agus a n-craiceann cothaigh. Ceann de mo chroí-téamh chuimhneacháin is fearr leat san áireamh an dóiteán beag. Mar a rub mé an ola isteach ina craiceann, ag canadh mé Boy Busy amhrán, "Is é seo an bealach rub againn ar an ola, rub an ola, an ola rub, is é seo an bealach rub againn an ceart ola roimh am leaba." Oíche amháin , Boy Busy fuair a mhéara isteach sa phróca agus thóg amach ola beag an iomarca, mar sin d'iarr mé air más rud é go mbeadh sé rub sé ar mo lámh. Mar a rubbed sé lovingly an ola i, chan sé an t-amhrán chugam ina bhealach beag álainn. Bhí sé ar luaíocht mór beag ó neamh. 8:15 PM - am le haghaidh Leaba Boy Busy! Díreach cosúil le am nap, faigheann Boy Busy a pluideanna agus a cupán sippy uisce, tugann póga Isa, agus ceannairí a chodladh. Tar éis dom deireadh a chur lena cuirtíní, suí mé leis ar an urlár agus carraig air mar chanadh mé mo lullaby fearr leat ó Psalty dó. Ansin pray mé air, ag gabháil buíochais le Dia as a chur an leanbh seo iontach i mo shaol. Chuir mé ar ais isteach ina leaba, póg dó oíche mhaith, a insint dó Is breá liom é agus fág an seomra. D'fhéadfadh sé fuss beag, ach tá de ghnáth amach sula n-éireoidh mé go dtí an seomra suí. 08:30 - am Chill le Hubby. D'fhéadfadh liom a fháil ar roinnt dinnéar ghlanadh suas a dhéanamh, ach is féidir liom de ghnáth is mó de mo miasa an mhaidin dár gcionn le linn bricfeasta. An gá dom an am seo le mo fhear céile milis. Plus, ní Bitty dul síos go dtí ar a laghad 9, agus tá sé ngéarghátar breise i na n-uaireanta oíche. 23:30 - Oíche na! Mé in ann an madra amach, mo fiacla Scuab, crawl idir na bileoga, mo Bíobla léamh, mo ceol cas ar, agus tá mé amach! 04:00 - Bitty Dúisíonn de ghnáth suas dhearbhú go bhfuil sí ag starving chun báis, mar sin mé stumble amach as an leaba, bain úsáid as na háiseanna chomh tapa agus is féidir, a dhéanamh di buidéal, agus déan iarracht gan titim ina chodladh ar mo pháiste mar a dom a thabhairt an cothú mian sí amhlaidh desperately. Ansin ar ais a chodladh chomh fada agus is féidir. Wow. Just a scríobh go léir go reminds go mór liom cé mhéad saol athraithe ó bhí Jeremiah agus Gabe anseo. Gabe tháinig chun cuairt a thabhairt ar deireadh seachtaine seo caite, agus dúirt sé amanna éagsúla cé chomh greannmhar a bhí sé a fheiceáil go léir an stuif leanbh ar fud an tí. Is breá leis é, áfach, agus mar sin sásta go bhfuil an deis a bheith deartháir mór go Boy Busy agus Bitty. An dá anuas sheachtain a bheith ina sciobtha de mhothúcháin, roghanna crua, agus luach saothair mór. Mar a dúirt mé i mo bhlag físeán seo caite, bhí muid aghaidh leis an deis a ghlacadh i ngrúpa sibling de 4 cinn beag. Chuaigh muid chun freastal orthu agus thit i ngrá. An t-oibrí DHS ag iarraidh orainn a ghlacadh ar an dá leanaí an oíche, radharc unseen, ach ní raibh muid compordach leis an socrú sin. I gcás amháin, bhí againn chun labhairt le Rachel mar gheall air. Is é seo a teach freisin, tar éis gach. Mar sin, dúradh linn an t-oibrí go raibh gá againn le cúpla lá chun smaoineamh agus pray faoi, ansin ba mhaith linn a dhéanamh ar ár gcinneadh. Bheadh sé a bheith ina athrú ar an saol mór, ag cur ar cheithre, go háirithe ceithre sin óg (6 mhí, 2, 4, agus 6), ach bhí muid ar cheann nagging ceist ag ár gcroí nach mbeadh dul díreach amach: Más rud é nach linn, a? Mar sin, guí orainn faoi ar feadh dhá lá, agus ansin thóg muid an léim an chreidimh agus dúirt "Tá!" Rinne muid an cinneadh mar theaghlach; Rachel, Hubby, agus bhí mé féin go léir a bheith i gcomhaontú, agus bhí muid. Bhí imní cinnte, rudaí a freaked muid amach go hiomlán, ach sa deireadh bhí a fhios againn go raibh muid a bheith obedient agus a rá cad a bhí ár gcroí ag caoineadh, agus bhí siad ag caoineadh do na páistí. Mar sin, tar éis a dúirt muid yes, tar éis fanacht againn. Fhan muid a chloisteáil cad a bhí an chéad chéim eile ag dul a bheith agus nuair a bheadh na páistí ag teacht abhaile. A cinneadh i againn a bheith a socrúchán altrama seo caite, mar sin bhíomar ag iarraidh a bheith chomh hullmhaithe agus is féidir. Thosaigh muid láithreach a ullmhú ár n-bhaile agus chuir mé amach SOS le gach duine a d'fhéadfadh a thugann aire a thosú soláthairtí a bhailiú. Oddly, ní raibh cumarsáid beag ó DHS an chontae na páistí cónaí faoi láthair isteach Bhí sé lá roimh chuala muid rud ar bith, agus ansin cad a chuala muid go raibh nach raibh an t-oibrí DHS cinnte faoi na socrúchán ar bith níos mó. Shíl sí go raibh muid "standoffish" ag an gcruinniú, a fuair muid thar a bheith scéal é, bheadh duine ar bith a bhfuil aithne aige orainn ar chor ar bith. Bhí muid ar dhaoine eatarthu thar a bheith, go háirithe tar éis a rinne sí ar dtús chun a fháil ar ár gcumas a chur ar an páistí láithreach, gan riamh freastal ar fiú dúinn. Anywho, bhí ár gníomhaireachta stiúrthóir cúram altrama iontach idirghabhálaí mór agus iarracht a fháil ar rudaí figured amach, ach an t-oibrí DHS a bhí á thar a bheith mearbhall ar gach taobh. Ach choinnigh muid ag ullmhú. Sin Dé Luain seo chugainn bhí orm taisteal suas ar a mbealach chun Bitty Babe a thabhairt chuig an dochtúir le ceapachán, agus a n-DHS oibrí shíl mé go mbeadh sé ag smaoineamh maith dúinn chun freastal ar na páistí arís, chun iad a fháil chun sinn a fheiceáil, agus le linn a a fháil fhreagairt ceist ar bith, ós rud é dúradh linn ag an bpointe seo go mbeadh an t-aistriú i an dáta a bheith go Dé hAoine. Rachel a bhí ag dul a bheith liom, mar sin bheadh a bheith go deis iontach do di a freagairt dóibh. An cruinniú a bhí i ndáiríre, i ndáiríre corr. Bhí am iontach ag imirt leis na páistí, ach an t-oibrí DHS imithe! Nuair nár léirigh sí ar ais ar bun, ní bheadh sí freagra ar aon cheann de mo chuid ceisteanna. Bhí sí á incredibly elusive, fiú le rudaí simplí mar mhéideanna éadaí na páistí 'agus roghanna bia. Shíl mé go b'fhéidir sí nach raibh ach ag iarraidh a labhairt os comhair na leanaí, mar sin d'iarr mé uirthi más rud é go raibh muid ábalta labhairt níos déanaí an tráthnóna sin, agus dúirt sí go mbeadh sí a thabhairt dom glao tar éis thit sí na páistí amach. Ní raibh sí ag glaoch. Ní raibh sí ag glaoch ar an lá dár gcionn ach an oiread, tar éis d'fhág mé léi teachtaireacht ag iarraidh í a THOIL a thabhairt dom glao ar ais. Sí riamh ar a dtugtar. Cad ar fud an domhain a bhí suas? Ar deireadh, fuair mé glao ó ár gníomhaireachta rá go raibh an t-oibrí DHS ag obair le teaghlaigh éagsúla ag iarraidh a fháil dóibh gach ceithre, ach bhí siad 4 cheana féin, agus mar sin go raibh siad ag obair ar fáil dóibh Athraitheas, ó 8 os cionn an teorainn ceadúnaithe stáit. Táimid (ár oibrí gníomhaireachta san áireamh) a bhí dumbfounded! Go tobann, bhí na táblaí iompú go hiomlán. An t-oibrí DHS chuaigh ó handing thar an radharc leanaí unseen, go hiomlán ag athrú a tune agus ag iarraidh a choinneáil ar na páistí ina chontae. Ba é an chuid a frustrated dom an unprofessionalism le rá linn ar, a ligeann dúinn leanúint ar aghaidh ag ullmhú do na páistí, fiú tar éis dúinn teacht amach agus níos mó ama a chaitheamh leo, nuair a go léir agus go raibh sí plean eile. Chomh maith leis sin, bhí an easpa cumarsáide an-irritating. Cén fáth nach raibh sí ach a insint dúinn go raibh iniúchadh siad roghanna eile? Cén fáth nach raibh sí ag glaoch orm ar ais nuair a dúirt sí go mbeadh sí? CUMARSÁID, DAOINE! Anywho, fiú tar éis dúradh linn mar gheall ar an phlean nua, bhí muid fós ag fanacht a fheiceáil má bheadh an athraitheas a bheith ceadaithe le haghaidh an teaghlaigh eile. Más rud é nach raibh sé ceadaithe, ná mar ba mhaith linn a bheith ar an rogha amháin a choinneáil ar an 4 le chéile. Mar sin, tar éis fanacht againn. Idir an dá linn, bhí a fhios againn go fiú más rud é nach raibh an socrúchán ag obair amach, go raibh an Tiarna a ullmhú linn le haghaidh ar chúis. Cibé an raibh sé ach a fheidhmiú i obedience, nó cibé an raibh sé leanbh eile i gcuimhne go bhfuil Theastaigh sé a oscailt ár gcroí ar, bhí a fhios againn go raibh sé plean a bhí níos mó ná aon oibrí DHS. Ar deireadh, thug an am atá caite Dé Máirt ár gníomhaireachta dúinn glaoch a insint dúinn go raibh an athraitheas don teaghlach eile ceadaithe, mar sin ní ba mhaith linn a bheith ag fáil an 4-phacáiste, ach roimh thóg sí fiú anáil raibh sí rud éigin eile a iarraidh orainn ... . Things a bheith mhothúchánach le déanaí a rá a laghad. Cheap mé go raibh sé in am a roinnt mo chroí le leat arís. I leithscéal as an fad ... Go leor de na drámaíochta sosanna. Beannachtaí! Hannah BTW, tá mé cinnte atá tú faoi deara go bhfuil mé fós mo Nollag téama suas. Hubby bhí dÚsachtach gnóthach, a chur mar sin tá sé thar a bheith mildly, agus mar sin mé ag súil a fháil ar an téama earrach suas roimh Go raibh maith agat a thabhairt!