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Lessons of the week

Since being home from our New England excursion, all the boys seem to have learned something new. Roman started waving hi and bye and also clapping along to his favorite songs (some of my favorite lessons this past week). Silas has learned that he's big enough to open and close our heavy 1970s windows to enjoy the cool fall air, and he also learned what it feels like to give blood (necessary to obtain allergy tests for him). Sadly, our sweet, little Levi has learned some normal, but unnecessary, whines, including the inevitable phrase MINE, as well as the art of crying before bedtime hoping to stay up until the sun rises again. I'm thankful that Levi continues to show glimpses of normal toddlerhood even if they aren't my favorite. Although sometimes we can't afford to let him be normal. He yelled so hard the other night before bed that he made himself throw up all the extra calories we'd just fed him. It's those moments I just have to pray and trust. Please pray for our nutrition appointment this week too. Their notes are the first thing that the GI doc looks at for his evaluation in December. Regardless of the lessons, I'm very thankful that we were able to show these "needy" boys the art of giving this weekend. It's so easy to tell them to be grateful and ask them to stop complaining or count their blessings, but it's much more effective to take them to a homeless shelter and show them true "needs" and real giving. Tis the season for thankfulness and giving (wait, shouldn't that be every season?) I really do love my job, and wish I could make time stand still sometimes...

Sweet boys are ready!

Our seeds grew nicely while we were away!

Ro Ro is edible. And I think he wondered if our new grass was too.












~Lesson Buster

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