Little Miracles....

 Hosanna at 3 months and Promise at 4 1/2....my little miracle girls.....

 And Toby....my 2 1/2 miracle boy...I often gaze at him in wonder....here, he had just taken his medicine for his ear infection....

  Hosanna is now eating her hands and talking almost as much as Promise (though not near as articulate). She is 15 lbs. and just the perfect blend of joy, peace and opinion. :) What a gift.

Promise is quite the artist....she is SO imaginative and creative, I sometimes forget that she is only 4! Her life is filled with stories and dreams that she often asks ME to keep track of them all so she won't forget. Her latest words have been "MOM....You're 'appost' to remember my songs!" ('Appost' is 'supposed to'). She memorized her first entire Scripture verse, Ephesians 4:32 and we're very proud of the progress she is making in caring for her siblings with KINDNESS. Despite our recent discovery of her having Sensory Processing Disorder (look it up on Google), she is learning and growing like a weed. For that, I am grateful.

Tobias is his sister's antagonist...yes, he knows button-pushing better than Bill Gates. He is my monkey-boy who loves to paint (except on paper), loves to bathe in water (except in the bath), loves to play trucks (except when they are rolling on all four wheels), loves to play ball (as long as he can throw it in your face), and wants to be like daddy when he grows up...aka: Be Fireman Sam changing tires...on firetrucks. His ear tubes recently fell out so he just got over a MASSIVE ear infection and pink eye, so he is set to get more tubes later this Spring. Sigh. What a HAM.

The kids are just starting to tolerate small amounts of gluten and wheat, though when we OD, there's BAD constipation, rashes and just ill tempers....dairy is still a no-go, as are all refined sugars. This is probably a good thing....
Each day is a new adventure....today, Toby accidentally tipped over the grocery cart Zanna was in...thankfully Zanna was in the car seat...well, the car seat went flying and rolling away as Toby sat on the ground dumbfounded...let's just say, he learned his lesson and I am still recovering from the rush of Mama Bear Adrenaline. Zanna just looked like a deer in headlights but never cried. Thank you, Jesus!

I love my kids.
I wish I were a better parent. I am sure every parent feels that way.
Thankful to the Lord for them. Crayons, paper, toys, laundry, tissues (Toby likes to call it snow and use it accordingly) all over the floor.....haven't seen a clean bathroom or floor in about two weeks. Sigh.
Be blessed.