Dancing Girls.

The ballet teacher would be horrified. Kid3 practices her steps to this song. She is completely obsessed with it. Not quite the Swan Lake score that seems to be playing every time I walk into that studio.

Having not put the Death Cab CDs on more than a handful of times since her homecoming, I am still more convinced that Kid3 is my child.

In the Forecast: Thunderstorms

Kid3 and I are thunderstorm fanatics. When she was a wee one still living in 'Russia,' we used to sit close to the window and watch the lightning while the other kids cowered and whined.

If I am still awake, or one of us wakes up, when it starts, I will sit awake with her and watch the storm.

Welcome April!

Since last April, I feel like we've had an awful, terrible, no-good year. (Death! Cancer! Seizures! Medical suckiness! Premature birth! Feeding tubes! Work woes!)

Granted, the bright spots have been blindingly so. ( Kid2's homecoming! Adoption! Kid3's homecoming! Completing our family! Love, love, love in abundance!)

We are ready for a brand new year. April is as good a time to start as any, in my mind, what with the spring finally coming to our little corner of the globe and the one year anniversary of the First Bad Thing looming. We each have many happy things to be thankful for, and many more to look forward to.

I am thankful for a wonderful spouse, my three beautiful girls, my awesome friends and family, and a job I love. I am looking forward to a year filled with glorious, girlie giggles, and more love in abundance. I am truly blessed in this world. Here's to a year of remembering that.

Proof of Compatibility?

Pondering a midnight snack, it was decided that the thing we were both craving was... steamed broccoli.

Do Me a Favour.

Go hug your kids. Call your parents, your siblings and your friends to say hello and I love you.

So much loss this week amongst friends and family. I am so weary.

It's raining, it's pouring. . .

But at least it is starting to smell like spring! Hurrah!

What's the catch?

Seizures under control. Good doctor. Good service. Wonderful office staff. People that treat my daughter like a little human being. Oh wait, she is.

It's only a 5 hour flight. We can do this.

I am just thankful that we are here.