Shout-Out

Today, I had my first dose of being the parent of two children. I'm still reflecting in thankfulness at the  teamwork between Gib and my parents.

Apparently, when you have a little one in the midst of the Christmas holiday, it isn't particularly easy to get a newborn wellness appointment booked with your pediatrician, who has his own holiday plans. And then, when you have a 23-month old who has been sick for more than a week, who needs his own appointment with this same pediatrician, but not an appointment at the same time as your newborn because he has yet to meet his little brother (and that initial meeting is NOT taking place in an exam room!), let's just say that the receptionist/scheduler isn't your biggest fan.

After several phone calls made between the doctor's office and my parents, it worked out and both of my little boys had their time with the doctor.

But, this isn't really a post about the doctor's office, so let me get to the point. To state it succinctly, my parents are saints. Today, they drove an hour and a half each way to get Levi to the doctor. For the past 11 days, they've kept our eldest little dude, with him being sick eight of those days, and as a result, none of them getting much sleep. They made us a roast this week. And, while they got a quick glimpse of our youngest little dude following his arrival, neither of them got to hold him until this week because we all agreed that keeping a sick little boy at their house was probably best.

Mimi and Didi, we are so thankful for you. I honestly don't know what we would have done without you in the last few weeks. Thank you for loving our boys so well and for loving their parents so well, too. As the saying goes, it takes a village to raise a child. I couldn't be more grateful that you are such prominent members of that village.