Ramona Mae

As Ramona’s next surgery approaches I’ve been looking back. And despite all of my anxiety and worry about her cath, I am feeling very encouraged about how things are going now. Here’s my list of the top ten ways our life is easier, happier and more relaxed than it was at this time last year…

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We had a great visit with Papa Wayne and Grammy Sue. They stopped for a few nights en route to pick up their new puppy. We all enjoyed their visit, but Simon especially took a liking to “Big Papa”.

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We had a nice Easter with friends and family. Simon and Ramona enjoyed an indoor egg hunt (we had a snow storm on Good Friday) and opened their easter baskets.

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Last year Easter really snuck up on me. This year Lent passed me by somehow. But I gotta tell you, I can feel Good Friday barreling down on me like a mack truck.

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The green monster has reared its ugly head around here. It’s not the first time and I’m sure it won’t be the last, but this latest bout of jealousy seems nastier than usual. Jealousy is such an icky emotion, I’m not even sure you’ll want to read on, but if you do, be forewarned: The following thoughts may make you want to slap me, backhand.

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Ramona is getting very hard to photograph! She’s so wiggly and expressive, it’s hard to get a clear shot with anything but flash. But here’s my best attempt at capturing her new helmet-free look…

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Well, after another bout of colds that stretched from last week to this one, Ramona has developed strep. It’s no biggie, just a really funky rash and the hassle of getting her to take the antiboitics, but man are we tired of getting sick.

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Well, today was the day. Ramona will no longer need to wear her helmet. This is the first time in over a year that she hasn’t had something strapped to her head or face all day. Here are the before and afters…

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Although it doesn’t show up in many photos, Ramona has a real fondness for her pacifier, her “pa”. We put a minimum of three in bed with her at night and I’ve seen her hold as many as six at once (that’s one in the mouth, two in one hand and three in the other). She doesn’t have it all the time and it doesn’t seem to be affecting her speech development, but I do wonder when she’ll be ready to give it up.

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As Simon approaches his second birthday, I’ve been thinking a lot about how to talk to him about adoption. I know he’s too little to fully understand that the way he came into our family differs from most other children. But I wonder what’s going on in his cute little head. I wonder if he “remembers” being separated from his birth mother. I wonder if on some deep level he feels that loss.

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