Hockey, Snow, Hockey, Snow, Repeat

My life for the last few weeks has been about nothing other than hockey and snow when I'm not in school. We got seriously dumped on. A record amount of snow since 1976...that's a lot of fricking snow. Which means a lot of fricking shoveling. And since Craig works out of town and was oh so conveniently gone while all this was happening, all that shoveling fell into my hands...literally. Every day for what seemed like forever, I was shoveling three times a day. The snow is now piled much higher than my head so if/when it snows again, I'm hooped.

Yoyo's hockey rink in the backyard is no more. I don't even know where it is anymore. Sighhh.





After I pick up Yoyo at the end of the day, we come home and I make dinner while he plays hockey...EVERY day until bedtime. Usually he strips down completely naked and wears nothing but boots, hockey gloves, and his helmet. The pictures below he is thankfully fully clothed ;) This kid is seriously hockey obsessed!

On occasion, while we were getting dumped on with all that snow, I would go out and shovel while Yoyo would stay inside (playing hockey of course). Every few minutes I'd poke my head in and make sure all was good...and it always was. Well, until this particular day when I opened the door and saw white powder all the way down the hall, into the kitchen, and around the island. That sweet child of mine had dumped icing sugar throughout the house to make himself a "hockey rink". I seriously didn't know whether to laugh or cry so I went back outside to shovel. I mean, really, at this point, how much worse can it get? He was having a blast playing hockey on his "rink" and the dogs were putting themselves into a diabetic shock licking the floors. It took 3 days of vacuuming and washing floors before I got all that crap out.

It's days like these when I selfishly wish I could plunk my kid in front of tv for the few moments when I need to get something done.

Reminiscing

Ringing in the new year has brought with it some reminiscing. I was going through all our pictures, organizing and sorting them, and saving them on a backup. Wow, going through photos of my first meeting with Yonas, of our time in Ethiopia, of our airport arrival, of his baby days, brought back a flood of emotions. I wish I could go back to those days...just for a moment or two. They go by so fast.
This was our first meeting...one month shy of 2 years ago.

It makes me want to adopt again really really really bad. And although I can't compare it to having a biological child, I truly do think it is absolutely the most amazing experience. I'm not saying I love Yonas more than someone loves their bio child but when you wait so long and work so hard for something, going through so many ups and downs, I think you appreciate it more. I'm not sure what the future holds but I do know I want at least one more child but how that will happen, or even if that will happen remains to be seen.