I’m not ignoring adoption. Or, I kind of am but it’s not intentional. Things are just kind of crazy.

In some not-so-hot ways. And in some good ways.

Like? Today? I took both boys for their first ever walk together in the double stroller. (The Mei Tai came with us just in case one or the other became anti-stroller in the midst of our 1.5 mile walk.) We’ve also been coloring a lot. I’ve taken on some new responsibilities at church. And I’ve actually made a few new real life friends. Add in the plans for my brother’s wedding this summer, potty training drama and constant breastfeeding and, well, my plate is full.

I’ve been contemplating a lot of things lately. Adoption and non-adoption. I’ve been waiting to discuss things in length, those that can be in the public venue, until after another appointment with my awesome therapist. I need to bounce a few things off of her before I say what I feel is on my heart and mind.

That said, I’ve been keeping “up” with one of my adoption-related goals for the year. I mailed out St. Patrick’s Day cards to JD and the Munchkin this past week. Munchkin’s card also had a special letter from me and two pictures of the boys for her to keep. It feels good to keep up with that. The letters don’t say much, just what we’re all up to and that I love her. But I think it’s “age appropriate,” ya know?

Husband and I are having one night to ourselves on Saturday. I need a small break from all of “this.” My parented children included. I need a night to just breathe. Or sleep. Mainly just sleep. Breathing is overrated. Really.