Thanks, Abe!

Yesterday was a dream - it could not have gone any better. I was home all day with Caleb, Tessa and Jacob due to Presidents' Day, and although we did not reflect on the past accomplishments of our forefathers, we did have a fantastic day of playing, smiling and laughing! The twins didn't even fuss once all day - I am still in disbelief. Caleb was such a big helper and good boy for me. He kept the twins entertained while I cleaned up the kitchen after each meal and snack and he gave them lots of kisses and hugs. We had a blast!! I thank God for this amazing day with my children - especially since the last month has been so hard with Tessa being hospitalized for pneumonia and Jacob's croup and outrageous fevers.

God has really been tugging at heart through all this family sickness, reminding me that he is God and I most certainly am not. No matter the situation, God is in control. Even when it comes to my children...he lets me know that they really arent mine - they are His and I can freely relinquish them back into his loving arms after I have taken the burdens yet again. Learning, forgetting, remembering, knowing, releasing, taking and repeating...

Thank you, God for being patient with me. Thank you for your peace and unfailing love!

Can We Please Have a Re-Do?

So the twins turned one last week and last Sunday, we had a small family party at our house. Nothing fancy - just burgers, cake and balloons. Well, the twins hated EVERYTHING! They hated their food, they hated all the people, they even hated their cake. The only highlight was when we put them in the bath to clean off all the cake. But, of course the screaming commenced as they were being pulled from the water. What a disaster!!

I ask for the "re-do" because Monday morning rolls around and they were both complete angels. They have been complete angels since last Monday, in fact. I supposed the re-do will have to take place just about a year from now...And, I will save you all the misery of posting pictures, b/c all you would get is teary eyes and frowning faces.

Poor sweet Tessa is home today with brochiolitis - the second time this month. I hope it is just a fluke and the poor baby doesnt start having issues. She just always has something. I continually pray for God's healing on her body. The great news is that she gained a pound over the last 12 days. So, her official weight at one year is 17 pounds, 15 ounces. My little petite sweetie! (Side note: at one year, I weighed 17 pounds, 7 ounces). Like mother, like daughter!