Summer is coming to an end (although it will be HOT here for another 2 months).
It was the best part of my summer, it was the hardest part of my summer.
J-Man. June was full of long road trips to Sacramento (sometimes 3 times a week) to pick him up and drop him off and have another hearing fail to make a decision and pick him up again and drop him off again, etc, etc, etc.
Officially in our family and in our home July12! A family of 4! Another son!
A brother for E!
The best part of my summer. He cuddles into my neck sometimes. His Daddy has taught him to say a 20-month-old version of "I love you." He laughs easy. He's learning to share with his brother.
The hardest part of my summer. A 2-year-old and a 20-month-old is hard. Hard to figure out how to accomplish outings, bedtime, feeding myself too.
My face is slapped and pinched when I try to rock my baby at night. That's hard on a mother's spirit. He's resistant to Daddy's affection. That's hard on a father's spirit.
Adoption is a blessing, a gift, a joy. It's also a challenge, an adjustment, a learning curve so to speak. But becoming that little boy's mommy is the BEST part of my summer.