That’s the title I was going to give the big Tommy medical update post.
Let’s just say it’s not a great idea to overschedule when dealing with medical issues during a post-adoption transition, especially when you have a nursing baby going through a growth spurt and it’s the last week before beginning a new homeschooling year!
Between the overscheduling and Tommy’s medical issues, there was less than zero time to write about Tommy’s medical issues. Not one word of that post has yet been written, and this is our first week of school.
In the meantime, may I present to you a few measly photos taken on the fly?
We spent the whole day gearing up to attend a free local Saturday night concert of Celtic music, arrived late, heard one and a half songs before they decided to close the concert early, and commenced to get soaked to the skin not too long after these photos were taken.
Perfectly beautiful day to take a family trip to the National Zoo.
Look at this sweet girl near the end of a very long day.
Tommy seems to be the only one left with any pep!
Wait a minute! Is that a yawn?
Verity, what are you eating?
Kashi crunchy granola bars
Ben, please, pretty please, settle on a thumb and not a finger?
We stayed until closing time and pulled into our driveway at 11 pm. Tommy was the only one of the eight littlest children to stay awake. He clapped his hands and laughed as we older ones sang our way home.
Thanks for that…uh…that smile, Stephen…
Good morning, girls!
What sweetness greets me in the morning! Katie literally smiles before her eyes come open! This photo doesn’t show her hilarious morning hair very well.
Verity’s morning hair~
Put your glasses on, Verity!
That’s right! Big girl!
So why did I give this post that particular title?
What you do not see in the photos is Tommy’s countless diaper explosions and all the many ramifications of said explosions to his ever-shrinking wardrobe, our schedule, our carpet, my decisions to take him in public.
Sometimes it has to get worse.
This is the part of the story where these words come to mind…
“…sometimes being publicly exposed to reproach and affliction, and sometimes being partners with those so treated.
For you had compassion on those in prison, and you joyfully accepted the spoiling of your goods, since you knew that you yourselves had a better possession and an abiding one.
Therefore do not throw away your confidence, which has a great reward.”
Before it can get better?
That’s a story for the next time.