Happy Anniversary!





 Well, this is our second anniversary, sort of.  Again this year we haven't written consistently, but this year has had a lot in it--and has taken a lot out of me.  In some ways I'm still recovering since Mimi's birth.  I spent the past two weeks crafting and getting back into the swing of cleaning daily.  It's been wonderful!  I've also been taking a break from all that I'm "supposed" to do, like blogging and making dolls for my shop.  But as we approach the second anniversary for this blog thoughts begin to creep up on me. 



 Actually, I'm not sure what thoughts are creeping up on me, but I know which thoughts I should be thinking around this time of year.  I should be thinking of all of the different ways that our life has changed during this year, the things we've accomplished, the dreams we've abandoned and the blessings that we have. 

For instance, at this time last year we had started lessons in Italian.  That just didn't last.  We were also thinking about getting pregnant again.  Mimi was born a few weeks ago. 

Ah, Mimi!   She is the biggest thing that has happened this year.  And we spent all year preparing for her.  We found out we were pregnant a few days before Christmas last year, and announced it on Christmas.  Maybe that was too early.  It seemed like those nine months were the longest in history; and the pregnancy wiped me out.  My recovery is going as fast as the pregnancy was long (sometimes, though, I do do too much).  I do think the fact that I haven't been writing is proof that I'm still not all there. 

I think the boys have the biggest adjustment to make.  Thing One is going through some jealously and, I guess you'd say self-esteem, issues.  I expected that, it just surprised me how much he's feeling it.  We're working on that.  Slowly, but I think we're going in the right direction.  Aside from that, the boys love her, and are wrapped completely around her fingers. 

Right now I don't really want to reflect, or think philosophically.  I'd rather be watching Sherlock Holmes in black and white, or singing and dancing Broadway numbers with the boys.  And the boys need my attention.  

God Bless!
Zizi