Despite how things may look, things are anything but "quiet" at the Myers' home right now.
In fact, all's pretty darn loud if you ask me.
My sister and brother -in-law received word last Tuesday that they were cleared to travel to Ethiopia to pick up one of their boys. (Do you remember when their adoption process started two years ago?) They booked tickets right away and left Nashville on Sunday. Not a lot of warning time.
So, while they're traveling to Africa and meeting both of their sons for the very first time (we are praying that the Lord would somehow make it possible for both boys to be cleared for travel home - otherwise one will have to remain in Ethiopia until they return. We know that it is the Lord who has the final say in this...), we are enjoying keeping Beatrice for two weeks as our bonus family member.
I'm really enjoying having a (bigger) girl around. I dress her and do her hair and she even lets me snuggle her!
However, I'm still in the midst of the 1-child-to-2-children transition. A third child is a little tricky. Particularly when our sweet guest spikes a 103.2 degree fever out of nowhere and wants her Mama. Poor gal. (We're all okay now, by the way.)
The good news is, we are surrounded by people who love us. Every day this week someone has come to help in some way - to give me a break, to take the kids to do something special, or to hold down the fort while we make an unscheduled visit to the pediatrician.
In fact, Oliver and Beatrice left at 8:00 this morning for a breakfast-through-lunch playdate with the Shurden family. Christy, you're my hero!
And thus, I'm sitting down to blog for the first time in five days.
I know I've talked about it a bit on Twitter, but I don't think I've mentioned it yet here: our dear Scoutie is not doing so great. (Scout is our 6-year-old Weimaraner, for those of y'all who don't know - who could possibly not know The Scout??) I took her to the vet last week because she'd been favoring her right paw for a while and we wondered if she'd injured it playing or something. We had no idea we'd walk out of there with a cancer diagnosis in our future.
She's been back several times and is, in fact, there now for further testing. The vet has narrowed it down to either osteosarcoma or fibrosarcoma (I believe that'd be either bone cancer or tissue cancer, right?) and the biopsy he did yesterday should be conclusive enough for us to decide how to move forward.
Three-legged dog, anyone?
On a less depressing-yet-somehow-poetic note, I'm working on a fun plan for y'all for the month of August! I've been in contact with some of my favorite Etsy shops and am arranging a series of reviews, highlights, discounts and giveaways for y'all to enjoy. I've already begun the process of photographing and testing things, but since I have an idea that my life will continue to be chaotic for the next couple of weeks (we will have our girl here until here parents return on the 31st, then we'll be honeymooning with the boys, I imagine, for a while too!), I'm trying to pace myself.
Trust me though, it'll be good!
Okay, now I'm off to savor my morning of being the mother of one adorably, snuggly, giggly 4-month-old.
And don't worry - that headband post is forthcoming!