It is nothing if not interesting around here. Sometimes that’s good. Sometimes not so much.
On Wednesday we buried someone very important to us. He passed away a few months ago, but his loss is still felt daily and while I suppose these rituals are designed to bring closure, I didn’t get that. Just the re-opening of a wound.
That man loved my babies, so in a way the following update is fitting in that we got the news the same day as his internment.
Baby girl is fine. No longer under a doctors care for FTT, and happily chugging along. She’s still little, and will likely always be on the small side, but her progress, however slow in comparison to others, is a vast improvement from before, and it’s nice to be following the milestones like all the other mamas. She’s talking back with attitude. And I understand every word. He would be thrilled. Rest in peace dear man.
We are done junior kindergarten. One year done, 13 more to go. So proud of everything the wee man has accomplished, and how far he has come. Summer is on its way and I’m excited to see what’s ahead. I seem to be working a lot lately, but we’ve pulled a camping trip together for the Canada day long weekend. Long overdue time with the family. Funny how quickly the priorities get sorted when you are pulled in so many directions.
Cheers for now!
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