Thankfully Shaun and the girls had good reports, although it was sobering when the pediatrician asked if anything new had come up in the family history. I feel so bad that my kids will have cancer trailing behind them.
My appointments left me anxious in the preparation for them and disappointed and devastated in the aftermath. I let my emotions dictate many of my actions and as a result it was not my best parenting week.
My collection of photos this week feels very disingenuous, so we'll call this a "Facebook pictures post"....just the shiny, I-have-it-all-together ones, since I didn't take pictures of me crying or the instance I yelled at Amanda and called her a brat (how did that word even come out of my mouth??), or the times when I told R I can't deal with this (you!) right not now...I need space. There is not a picture of my distracted brain that operated with a two-minute attention span.
I fought for gratefulness and to see the blessings. They were there, but it was a hard week.
I was so happy to get home from Florida to find my lilacs were still in bloom...so fragrant and pretty!
I met my sister and brother at my mom's to celebrate Mother's Day.
Sweet school boy.
Post NYC photo, walking back to our car. We had a lot on our minds and hearts at this moment, but its part of our story so I wanted to document it.
It did, in fact, quite literally burn to the ground. That garage is where we housed things like the snow plow, snow blower, lawn mower, tools, etc. This is a picture Shaun took the next morning in daylight of our used-for-two-seasons snow blower.
When you have kids, life goes on...I love that about them. Here they are playing some form of zipline dodgeball. Its harder than it looks...I tried it.
Amanda came home from school, excited to do a science experiment with Aiden only he wasn't here because he'd done his nursing home ministry with Pop and Kiki. Instead, she figured out she could facetime him.
Amanda's not going to fit in this cart much longer.