It's the week of Easter and Bo is really excited for the Easter Bunny's arrival. Instead, we got snow. And a surprise visit. Jose asked who he thought was coming.
b: Gramma?
j: no
b: The Easter Bunny?
j: no
b: Santa?
j: nope; your tio Ren.
So Easter Bunny this week, expecting a couple new cousins' due dates the weeks after, Bo's 4th birthday (yes, the one we were told to never expect), visit to doctors in Boston, Ahn's 1st birthday, Baby Wen's 1st birthday, and suddenly it will be Fall.
The baby had gooier diapers over the last week, and I had a really hard time containing my rising panic. The white noise in my head was truly blinding. And I suddenly experienced losing my car (hi, it's not like a small thing to misplace) again and again all week. I had to ask someone, how freaked out should I be getting? Because I'm crying and shaking and unable to put together a coherent thought. And after feeding her an entire banana for dinner two nights in a row (God bless our pediatrician's nurse, Fran), her dipes got normal again. PTL.
My parents are enjoying their winter in China and thinking about permanently retiring there. I'm delighted that they are so happy, but it's sad for me and Bo, especially since they cannot manage to keep our skype appointments. But I guess this is where I release my angst to the Universe, God and the angels and just say that Jose's family and all Bo's adoptive aunties, uncles and grandparents take a very active role in his life and stand guard around him, make snowmen and snow angels with him, read books to him, and have never, ever been stingy with their love. Bo and Ahn could not have a more adoring family, and I can only explain their extraordinary presence as some kind of wonderful...
