Tonight was all hands on deck. Yes…it was time for the game face. I pulled out the face paint, got in three point stance, and was ready to roll.
Game time was 5pm…quitting time at work…game time at home. Sarah was already two steps out the door when I rolled up into the Rettew Ponderosa. Four nights in a row of non-stop feeding and late night shenanigans was the catalyst for the much needed escape.
There is something special when you find a package sitting at your front door. For a moment, it is like Christmas came just a few months early. I love the feeling of seeing a brown box or soft package when I walk in our front gate as it rests, propped against the front glass door.
As I picked up the package, I noticed it was postmarked to Bobby, Sarah, Rose, George and Henry.
More and more each day…I love watching Rosebud with George and Henry. Here they are getting some awake time in front of the door. I love watching her sitting, hanging out with them, and learning how to spend time with them.
Last night was one of the more trying nights we have experienced since coming home from the NICU. Henry cried and screamed from 12:30am until about 2:30am. This was just the beginning of my manic, nightlong experience that led to a public prayer.