Apparently, with the 3rd child, you're much more relaxed. We bypassed all baby food and went straight for a giant pretzel. Oh, wait!! This is his favorite chewing toy...a giant rubber pretzel. It's perfect...the right size for his hand, the right size for his mouth. It was attached to a gift from a co-worker. Thanks!!
I just love this smiley face...crying face...serious face. It doesn't really matter...I love it. I still can't believe he's really ours. He's felt like our son since the moment we saw him, but I'm still so overwhelmed by how blessed we are. So many people come up to us and say...'Oh, they're (the boys) are so lucky!' What? Their birthmom couldn't parent them so they went to live with a foster family that they didn't know for a few months. In their baby minds they believe they're their family until some other people who look strange come and take them away on an airplane for an eternity. They come to a home where no one looks familiar, everything smells strange, and no one knows how to talk. They are permanently placed with a family in a country neither of which they got to choose. Wow! That sounds lucky to me. I'd say that WE'RE the most lucky, and the two most blessed people because we get to be their parents. Now that's lucky.
Min Seong eats!! His first bites of food. He spit most of it out, but has done better over the past couple days.
I'll explain the title. On Friday, we went to a friends home for dinner. I explained up front that we may have to leave a little earlier than usual since Andrew can only make it until about 6:30-7:00 p.m. before he starts to want his bed. We did great until, just like clockwork, 6:30 rolled around. We were able to keep him somewhat happy for about 1/2 hour before he began to ask for his bed in earnest. We got everyone packed up and headed to the 'train' (Charles name for the van). We got in and made it about 1/2 block before Andrew started crying, REALLY LOUD. This from a child who hardly ever cries. We told Henry, 'sing to him.' Henry started singing 'Rock-a-bye Baby,' and then switched to 'Siolent Night, Holient Night.' He did a great job, and we were so proud that we were able to keep our humor to silent chuckles. If you've ever heard your childs words to songs you know what I mean. Henry sang, 'Siolent Night, Holient Night. God is here. God is there.' ..... and then other words we didn't hear well. The most wonderful thing....Andrew stopped crying. Thank goodness we only live 1 mile away because we were about 1 block from home when Charles decided he was a train. The train whistle sounds coming from his mouth were NOT what Andrew thought was relaxing and he started crying again. We got home, up to his room with a nice bottle, and he was out in about 1 minute.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
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"asking for his bed in earnest"??? Now THAT sounds like a politically correct way to say he was screaming his head off. ;)
As for calling a van a train- I love the imagination of a little boy. Even if it doens't always come at the most opportune times (or with the quietest of noises). You've sure got a precious trio there. you *lucky mom*! ;)
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