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Hey folks,

Not much of a blogger, but felt the need to celebrate  my little man and number 1 weight loss fan today. Today is his Gotcha Day. It was 5 years ago today that a teeny, tiny 4 week old, 8 lb, baby of my dreams entered my life. He had reflux so bad that every (and I mean every) ounce of food came back up within minutes of it going down and his little legs were so thin they were the size of my two middle fingers put together. But grow he did and now he’s a lean mean (only occassionally) 5 year old who thinks he knows everything and has the world by the tail. I was first his foster mom and I worried every night that I would loose him to his extended family (birth parents were out of the question) and then when his adoption was final I started worrying I would loose him in a million other ways! When I first started the adoption process I had dreams of adopting an asian mixed baby and when I walked into the DSHS office that day to pick him up I had to catch my breath. He looked exactly like the baby in my dreams. I knew that we were destined to be together and that memory kept me going through the loooonnnnggggg sometimes terrifying process (15 months) of making his legally free so I could begin the adoption process. Last night I reminded him that today would be his gotcha day celebration and that the day he arrived in my life was the happiest day of my life, and being the consumate 5 year old that he is said “I know that!” Sssiiggghhh. I will survive 5 year old hood. I will survive 5 year old hood! “I know that” is now his favorite saying! This parenting thing is a lot of work!

  Am not sure what the day will hold foodwise. He can’t make up his mind, but there will be cake tonight and probably pasta for dinner (he is a pasta fiend). I have finally fallen off the plateau I’ve been on for the last month and half (I was down two pounds this morning) and am not feeling terribly inclined to climb back on it. I am poor as a church mouse these days so will be baking the cake and making the pasta sauce myself. All that tasting that goes along with cooking from scratch will be the hard part! Evey little calerie counts after all! But Zak loves to help with the cooking so I think I’ll let him be the taster.

I guess today is such a celebration because about 5 years ago I had just about given up on ever seeing this day. I had lost 5 babies, several at the point of birth, by that point and had almost lost hope. The last little girl I lost (only wanted a girl up to that point) was just a week before Zak was born (I was told one day that she was being put up for adoption and three days later told someone had claimed her and she was going home - aaarrrgggg) and when they called me the first time about this little boy they were having a hard time placing, I said no. Said no the second time too. The third time they called I said “what the heck” I would take him until they found the right family for him. Turns out I was the right family for him. 

Anyway, he’s now decided he wants waffles for breakfast so best be off to start his celebration. Thanks for listening to be reminisce!