Chareyl's been working feverishly to get more kids out from our original group. 9 more arrived in Miami this evening. Chareyl's the stuff saints are made from.
As the list dwindles, my Jess's name stays on the list. People have given us SO MUCH hassle - saying that, "if she has a birth father, she's not an orphan."
People... people... one more time from the top. Exactly how many of the babies put up for adoption in the United States have dead birth parents??? "Orphan" means they have no one to provide for them - whether that's through death or relinquishment of rights or termination of rights. And as for "why we're still thinking of her if her birth father has her", the answer to that would be, "He changed his mind before - he could do it again."
In other news:
- Dad's still trying to cough up a lung - check.
- Mom's got pink eye - check.
- Mom has a fever... still... - check.
- Mom's got sinus/ear infection - check.
- Mom upgrades to puking - check.
- Even with all that, Mom still gets to call herself "Mom" - check.
And that last one, my friends, is AWE-SOME.
How can you be down when you realize that you have THIS in your life - FOREVER:
Papa bought him some cowboy boots. They have camo on them. They rule. He's so beautiful. That last picture is his audition for Oliver : "Please, sir, I'd like some more"
Brent and I have high hopes that sometime in the next year or two, hissy fits will become an Olympic sport. If that comes through for us, I'm fairly certain Nathan will be the team captain. The good thing about that sport is that it's really pretty versatile. He can do it indoors or outdoors. Temperatures don't matter at all. AND he can throw a fit in more than one language! Top that, Olson Twins! (how old am I that they are who I thought of first when I thought of fit throwing babies??)