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Weekend Wonderful

This weekend was right in my wheelhouse – thanks Dennis! I LOVE a weekend that starts with a Friday night in NYC for Christmas festivities.

DSC04081 DSC04085 DSC04091 DSC04094 (1) DSC04095 (1)We took the opportunity to visit Ellen’s Stardust Diner. The servers are all broadway-caliber performers who are auditioning for shows or between shows. They serve and sing and the atmosphere was fabulous. I was pleasantly surprise by the great food.

DSC04108 DSC04125 DSC04145 DSC04155 DSC04158 DSC04167We then made our way to Rockefeller Center. It was cold and crowded and exactly what you should experience in The Big Apple 5 days before Christmas.

DSC04169 DSC04172 DSC04191 (1) DSC04193 DSC04195I wanted The Boyz to see and be photographed in that iconic setting. Later in the weekend, while watching Miracle on 34th Street, Sean said – ‘hey, we are just there!’ Exactly. Just what I was shooting for.

The Macy’s windows don’t fail to impress – ever. I loved the Solar System theme.

The weekend continue with brunch with Santa…

and a solstice bonfire celebration, at which I forgot to take pictures, but it was full of fire and feasting. I embrace Solstice a little more every year – it fits every religion or lack thereof and is a simply wonderful way to mark the season.

Sunday found most of us home for most of the day – walk-taking, movie-watching, cookie-baking, game-playing, time-experiencing πŸ™‚ We capped off the evening here.

I hope you find what makes you happy as you anticipate the impending holidays. My souvenir for NYC? I brought home some Holiday Spirit. Very Merry.

November is Nat’l Adoption Month

November is National Adoption Month and tomorrow is Thanksgiving. They work together for me, so I’ll tell you a story.

Mikey was brought to our house (the week of Thanksgiving) by an emergency unit of DYFS. We signed up for that. We agreed to take children at odd hours, with no items of their own, for very short term stays πŸ™‚

Mikey arrived at our house in a soggy diaper, a football jersey with his puffy dark hair in little, stringy braids. He was brought with a black trash bag filled with 14 prescription medications that we needed to figure out how and why to administer to him. He tried to get into the bath tub with his tiny Air Jordan’s. He ate his weight in pancakes. He didn’t say a word. He just smiled.

000_0020In one way, it was such a strange experience having a child suddenly show up for us to care for and to parent. In another way, it was mundane and normal – we just needed to do the next thing that needed done. It was a surreal experience for me. I wish I could have had insight into his little 16 month-old brain. Mikey was flexible and resilient and he settled into the new sights and sounds and experiences – including his two older brothers – without trouble.

Because Mikey was in foster care, it was unclear how long he would stay with us or if he would permanently join our family. Some people think that we must have spent lots of time pondering and considering foster care and adoption. We really just put one foot in front of the other and kept trekking through the process as it opened up organically. When Mikey had been a part of our family for about 9 months, Dennis said ‘if he can’t go back to his biological family, we are adopting him, right?’ Yes. Of course. That was easy.

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I tell Mikey that our family situation and his adoption into our family are not chance or some ‘second-best’ option. I tell him that families formed by adoption are special and blessed. I tell him that this is exactly what was supposed to happen – because it did. I tell him that this plan was written in the stars, from the beginning of time, by the hand of God. I believe it with all my heart.

I am so THANKFUL.

β€œSomehow destiny comes into play. These children end up with you and you end up with them. It’s something quite magical.
~ Nicole Kidman

The 4th Annual Cousin’s Day

Once upon a time, one sister was blessed with the opportunity to provide childcare for the other sister. The first sister never needed to worry about her children and knew they were well-loved and cared for. The other sister, did not need to leave home in pursuit of another type of paid employment. Oh! The joy they shared πŸ™‚

One sad day, the kids all moved on in different, big-kid, endeavors – like school and stuff and the magical time period ended. But, realizing that it was a very special and exceptional bond that makes people into cousins, there clearly needed a more official way to celebrate the sacred bond that they shared. The sisters deemed the former ‘Columbus Day’ (I never really like him anyway) ‘Cousin’s Day’ and so a tradition began.

Feel free to revisit The 1st Annual, and The 2nd Annual and The 3rd Annual editions of this recurring event. May I now present to you – views from The 4th Annual Cousin’s Day Celebration.

‘Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold
the cousins together.’

~ Woodrow Wilson

Ethan’s Birthday Post

My most popular blog posts are always about Ethan.

DSC00705 (1)Maybe it’s because his gigantic personality is crammed into his 4’11 & 3/4″ frame. Maybe it’s because Ethan goes big or goes home – in all the best and worst possible ways. Maybe it is because his brain works so unbelievably different than the rest of us and he gives us a tiny view into a different dimension – sometimes I think it could really be that.

DSC00739He is our resident ‘psuedo-hoarder’ (only because I won’t let him go any further) and the most frustrating DJ (he usually only plays 2/3 of a song) there is.

Ethan turns 19 today.

He is remarkable and I am honored to be his mother. I am glad that his story is being written right here next to me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sunday ‘Father’s Day’ Scenes

First, there was the Annual Father’s Day hockey game at Greenbrook Hockey Club.

DSC01484 DSC01489 DSC01504 (1) DSC01528 (1) DSC01535 (1)Then, there was this.

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Hockey with Pop-pop

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Cat Play

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In which we find out Sean is afraid of heights πŸ™‚

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Rigging an easier way for the little kids

And then this happened.

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3 Generations of Costello men – and a photo bomb from our little neighbor πŸ™‚