Happy New Year to everybody everywhere!
For my New Year’s gift, you can pretend I didn’t accidentally go all silent and unbloggy for entirely too freaking long. Really. Let’s all summon our best denial skills on my behalf.
THANK you! I needed that.
Remember the chihuahua/kid benders we went on in 2012? Our four add-on beating hearts are all still alive. (Hearty back-thump and smug self-satisfied grin for base-level accomplishment.)
That would be a butt dance that my first born is doing in the background. Yep, she’s the one I actually hatched.
And no, we didn’t adopt three. The little one is borrowed from time to time. That particular night, she spotted Alosa’s birthday cake and refused to leave until she got some. I can only respect a girl who puts her foot down in defense of cake rights.
2012 went out with a bang for us. In the last two months, we had:
1. Two (2) week-long trips to Latvia to finalize our adoption and mint two spanking new U.S. citizens. Hot damn.
2. Our son’s 14th (!) birthday. Hotter damn.
3. Our daughter’s 18th (!!) birthday. Even hotter damn.
4. Oh, and Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s. Minor details.
Words cannot begin to describe the insanity of 2012. This year started out in such bizarro darkness, then brought so much magic.
I learned to roll with the punches, and to keep an open heart. Calamity is nothing if not incredibly interesting.
Most of all, I learned that God’s got my back. I sort of knew that before. This year, though, brought it into huge-arse plasma-screen definition for me.
(“Plasma screen” is probably way out of date now, isn’t it? Sigh.)
My kidfecta is, by and large, rockin’. They bring us, and each other, mucho happiness a whole lot of the time. A particular highlight of the holidays for me was seeing Nastja and Alosa meet their new grandparents. So kind and respectful.
My new daughter has both a big heart and desire to make a difference in the world, so we spent her birthday morning packing food boxes for the elderly at the Mid-Ohio Food Bank. I had a momentary fantasy of quitting my day job to do factory work.
[Oh ye heavenly gods who could actually mess with my gainful employment? That was a fake wish made in the glow of helping.]
My New Year’s Eve was awesome. While my daughters babysat, we learned to play Skip-Bo (where has that game been all my life?) and introducing our son to the finer points of Beavis and Butthead.
Alosa: “Do you need pee pee for your butthole?”
Julia: “Actually, if you’re really going to rock Cornholio, it’s ‘tee pee’ and ‘bunghole’.”
I don’t correct the English very often, but sometimes a mother needs to step in.
My 2012 acrobatic accomplishments were rock-bottom minimal, but we did manage to squeak this move in at the very end of the year.
In the interest of starting 2013 off right, I hauled my butt out of bed and went to yoga this morning, thankful for the marked absence of hangover.
Here is a real-life shot of my train.
May 2013 bring you everything you’ve wished for and more. And may you never leave your sparkly hat behind.