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5/3 at the grocery store

As a family of five (five!  yikes!), we eat a lot and therefore, out of necessity, are frequent grocery shoppers.  Even though Charlotte is new to the world of people food, she still eats her fair share in egg yolks and frozen peas.  She had baked beans last night.  Logic would dictate that I should arrange to shop alone while Mr. AFT stays home with the kidberts.  But we’d rather spend his time off from work as a whole family, so I brave the store with the three goob-keteers.

Dear World, Please help me with this.  Dear Other Supermarket Patrons, Unless you have small children (i.e. under 7 years old), don’t use the multiseat carts (the ones with the play car that seats two in the front and a regular cart attached with a seat for one or even two more kidberts).  I need those carts desperately.  Dear Supermarket Management, Get more multiseat carts!

So we forged ahead, me and M and D and C.  The particular supermarket we patronized yesterday doesn’t have in-lot cart corrals, so I had to brave the parking lot with three wee ones– C in my arms, M holding my hand and D holding her other hand.  I had spied the necessary 4-seater cart at the store’s entrance as we arrived, so I knew I had only a short journey before the saving grace of containment for all.

But no!  Denied!  The cart had been absconded by another shopper.  I was left with only a shallow cart with a single seat that I couldn’t even use until another shopper pulled the cart out for me.  In the meantime, D set out to investigate the basil plants.  I vainly called his name while I tried to corral M and strap in C at the same time.  Some patrons tsk-ed and thankfully one woman guided D back to me.

Dear Supposed Village It Takes to Raise a Child, Sometimes I need your help.  Please feel free to gently spare my child from dashing out into traffic.  Thank you.

Let’s not even discuss the broken restraint strap on the cart.  Char kind of listed to the right the whole trip.

The first section when we enter the store is produce.  M and D see this as  smorgasbord.   They both sink their teeth into unripe peaches before I can stop them.  We ended up eating peaches at dinner– had to use ’em up.

It entertains me, how the simplest of tasks can become an epic in my world.  A serialized epic, because the 5/3 Mama can only write briefly each day!  Stay tuned for the adventures of free range preschoolers in the meat and dairy departments, the patrons using the multi-seat carts and the joys of fastidious cashiers.

Over and out.

Love,

K and the gang at AFTHOTW HQ

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Daniel is Here!

Look at that face!  I assure you that he was laughing as I took this picture, because that’s what he does most of the time.

Daniel came to live with us full-time as of June 17.  We did back-and-forth transition visits for the week prior to that.  Now, we’re settling into our new normal, just like after I had Charlotte.  No raging hormones for me this time, but maybe that’s why I’m so tired.  Or maybe it’s having three kids under 5.  Just sayin’.

Daniel picked us on February 27, walking right up to John at an adoption event and asking for juice.  Our social worker said that he wasn’t the right little boy for us.  Daniel’s social worker wanted him to be the youngest child in a family.  John and I thought we were going for siblings, a little bit older. . . but Daniel is our boy.  I have great satisfaction in my soul when they are all playing together or when M and D are singing in the car or when they are all asleep in their beds or when Daniel pats my face before he falls asleep.

I’m not saying that having three little dudes is easy.  But it has its perks, too.

M and C are thrilled.  Well, M is.  C is reserving judgement until she can speak, but she seems to think Daniel is mighty swell.

The brain trust hard at work at HQ

Do you know how hard it is to get all four of them looking at the camera?

And this one, because M is so pretty. . .

. . when she’s not covered in mud.

More soon– two more days of work and then I’m all yours, all summer long. . . .

Grateful

It’s been one of those days where things get a little overwhelming. There’s lots to tell you and I will, I promise, but all of my news is dwarfed by my all-encompassing feeling of thankfulness for my life as it is.

Two days ago, someone I don’t know posted to a listserv that I belong to.  She wrote:

You must think I am crazy to be doing this right now but I don’t know what to do with myself. We just got back from the hospital, as our beautiful son has passed away this morning. So I am trying to be busy and think about his memorial service. I am Catholic, my husband is not, we don’t mind a Catholic Church, but does anyone have any other suggestions? He liked to look out windows a lot, so maybe something with pretty morning light,
thank you for your ideas.

The little boy, Jasper, had congenital heart failure and apparently, a host of other related problems.  Mama wrote a bog that I discovered today that I had to stop reading because it ripped my heart out.

No matter how overwhelmed I may get, my sweet, perfect babies are here. Countless times in the past two days, I have stopped what I was doing just to hug them and stroke their hair.

If you pray, please include this family in your prayers. If you have children, go now and kiss them. If you have troubles or fears, keep them in perspective. The news of this tragedy humbles me. I want to tell you more eloquently all about it, but words fail me.  I promise to be back to being my self tomorrow, but this new thankfulness will remain.

This sorrow makes me question why God might have allowed this, which also makes me consider exactly what I conceive God to be.  I’ve already talked about how I’m pretty sure He’s not a middle-aged white guy with a gray beard and flowing white robes that disappear into the mist. No matter what He is or isn’t, why would He let this happen? (I’m also pretty sure that “He” isn’t the perfect pronoun for God.) There’s lots of stock answers to that question, most of which involve having faith in God knowing more that we mere mortals.  And I do have faith, but I still question why.

No answers here tonight.