It's that time again.
That almost last week in August in which momentous things happen to our little family.
Justin and I got married. (8/22/04)
Nika was born. (8/26/06)
Major relocation and life change (8/25/07)
And then suqential move back to VT (summer '10)
The Day of Diagnosis of "something very very wrong with baby." (8/17/10
|Please do try to ignore the icky preggie jammies, I had other things on my mind...(like talking on the phone with THE DOCS while mechanicly plucking all the parsley out)|
Leo was born. (8/23/10)
I shudder to think what else will happen to us during this week in the future: apocalypse, local volcanic eruption (a real childhood fear of mine, I think I read too many books and was homeschooled..remember that book on Pompeii? The illustrations gave me nightmares for years...) and/or insert some other surprise of cataclysmic proportions of your choice here.
So far, it's Monday and things look pretty quiet around here.
Actually things look pretty gosh-darn-great around here.
Sunny, warm, and full of the wonderful stuff of life, which goes far to help erase the PTS flashbacks to those days of extreme stress when two little human souls decided to rock our world and shift everything into a new and previously undiscovered dimension of parentland.
You know, that moment when two people suddenly are handed a tiny, wriggling, squeeky bundle of life with a handshake and the parting shot of "best of luck" said usually with a underyling hint of "now they are in for it,"coupled for us, anyway, with some kind of medical undertone. Nika too, had a rocky start in life invovling a bit of a heart issue, which resolved on its own in time, and though seemed horrendous to us at the time, really can't compare much to the terror of Leo's birth. (Imagine skirmish with rock trolls compared to the fiery pit of lava on Mt. Doom. Ok, I think I may have a "thing" about volcanoes. But its not just me, look at Tolkien.)
|Iddylic neighborhood landmark, or a sleeping monster of doom just bidding its time to erupt and wreak destruction? My ten year old brain thought the latter.|
It's that time again, but instead of being the death-row countdown to a short medically dependent life that we expected with our lil' Lion man, we are beginigly planning birthday parties and shopping around for the best deals on Thomas trains. I think I have to give myself a annual *smack* to wake up and really appreciate this incrediable gift that fell into our lap three and seven years ago. I guess God thought it a good idea at the time, and He always knows best....
So without much more ado,
it's time again for
the obligatory Leo Birthday Movie!