I mentioned how crazy life has been.
It all started eleven weeks ago. Eleven weeks ago a pair of 3+lb precious twins were brought into this world via emergency C-Section, 12-weeks before their due date.
The twins are still in the hospital. But they are thriving. And today, fingers crossed, little Rhys will get to come home if the doctors give a final Okay. Little Avery is a few days behind her brother in the lung-development department, so we expect her home soon as well.
ELEVEN WEEKS, y'all.
Eleven weeks of trips to the hospital, scrubbing-in (call me crazy, but I really want a scrub sink in my house now... every time I scrub in, I want to yell "Get me the hemoglobin, STAT! Scalpel!"), wearing hospital gowns and juggling my favorite two-year-old as part of a familial tag-team of babysitters. Eleven weeks of love and struggles and hugs and packing and unpacking and moving.
And I'm not even the Mom.
Eleven weeks of my sister being a rock. Rock-solid superstar Mom bearing a huge, heavy, terrifying burden and ninja-drop-kicking the living daylights out of that burden.
We're almost there.
It all started eleven weeks ago. Eleven weeks ago a pair of 3+lb precious twins were brought into this world via emergency C-Section, 12-weeks before their due date.
The twins are still in the hospital. But they are thriving. And today, fingers crossed, little Rhys will get to come home if the doctors give a final Okay. Little Avery is a few days behind her brother in the lung-development department, so we expect her home soon as well.
ELEVEN WEEKS, y'all.
Eleven weeks of trips to the hospital, scrubbing-in (call me crazy, but I really want a scrub sink in my house now... every time I scrub in, I want to yell "Get me the hemoglobin, STAT! Scalpel!"), wearing hospital gowns and juggling my favorite two-year-old as part of a familial tag-team of babysitters. Eleven weeks of love and struggles and hugs and packing and unpacking and moving.
And I'm not even the Mom.
Eleven weeks of my sister being a rock. Rock-solid superstar Mom bearing a huge, heavy, terrifying burden and ninja-drop-kicking the living daylights out of that burden.
We're almost there.
Rhys, 74 days old. Little stud-muffin
Avery. 74 days old. (That's her *Agnes, behave yourself* face)
And this, Ladies and Gentlemen, is my darling Nephew Q.
Somehow he is old enough to pretend to be a ninja.
He loves all things Spiderman.
He jumps around the house, ninja-kicking, saying hi-ya
and singing the Spiderman theme song.
Except it sounds like "Buttonman Buttonman"
He's two. It's adorable.
He jumps around the house, ninja-kicking, saying hi-ya
and singing the Spiderman theme song.
Except it sounds like "Buttonman Buttonman"
He's two. It's adorable.
And happily, he still calls Shaun the Sheep, Shaun LeBeat.
It melts my heart every time.
No comments:
Post a Comment