Today, I’m thankful for power. I’m thankful that we have it every day and that my parents have it back, after almost a week of no power. I’m also thankful that they, along with the rest of my family and friends on the East Coast, had no significant damage from Sandy.
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30 Days of Thankful: Day 4
Today is Orphan Sunday. Today I’m thankful for the gift of adoption, the people who advocate for orphans, and everyone who helped bring our family together.
30 Days of Thankful: Day 3
Today, I’m thankful for our wonderful extended family. Our families were incredibly supportive of both adoptions.
My sister Lisa knits her new nephews and nieces blankets. Gus opened his yesterday was instantly in love. He think it’s fun to toss it over his head.
30 Days of Thankful: Day 2
So, these posts about what I’m thankful for are not going to be in order of importance… I can’t come up with ONLY 30 people/things that I am thankful for/are important to me. So, instead, I am going to pick one thing that I am genuinely thankful for each day– even if it’s a bit silly or trivial.
Today’s is my washer and dryer. I’m thankful that we have one. That it works. That it’s somewhere convenient in our house. And, I’m thankful I can put dirty clothes/sheets/blankets/whatever in and they come out clean.
Why the extra love for a household appliance today? Someone, who shall remain anonymous, is learning the sport of diaper digging. But, seriously, having a machine to wash and dry my laundry at my convenience is definitely something to be thankful for.
30 Days of Thankful: Day 1
It seems appropriate that I start my 30 days of thankful with this guy, after the year we’ve had. We’ve had a rough last 2 weeks together, I won’t lie.
But, today, I went to the bathroom, leaving my 2 younger kids playing in our living room. When I got back, Gus was in the pack and play and the front door was closed. It had been opened, and the screen door closed and locked. Or so I thought. But, the screen door was not really closed and Gus went out the door. Where he could have wandered off or into the street. Or a million other places.
Fortunately, a friend was just leaving our house. She spotted him and brought him in and put him in his pack and play. I don’t know or even want to think about what would have happened if she hadn’t seen him!
So, today, I am extra thankful that Gus is here, in our house and safe. And for my friend who brought him in.
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The funny part of this story is that when I asked Lena what happened, she told me that a stranger, a man with black hair in a black shirt brought Gus into the house. I thought she had gotten him into the pack and play somehow herself, and was lying, since she knows she is not supposed to pick him up. When I realized that it was probably just my friend and text her to ask her, she apologized for not letting me know. But, most almost 5 year olds would have just told me what happened in the first place, but my girl had to make up a crazy story.
a moose in moscow 