It's been a bit since I've posted. Sometimes it is hard to want to share what's going on.
Thank you to whomever anonymously posted the comment about that org that had taken Jess's picture off our blog and posted her as the lead-in to their "Adopt a Haitian Orphan" program. It took a few phone calls, but they did take it down. Thank you for the alert.
In other Jess news... We finally got someone to go back out to where she lives. Long story short - she's not coming home. Once again, the birth father wouldn't let them see her. Our friends in Haiti left a letter from us with a bunch of pictures of us and Jess over the year and a half that we thought she was going to be our daughter. Harry tells us to continue to pray - and we do continue to pray, but that she's happy and healthy and safe. We're not praying that she comes home anymore because it would appear this isn't to be her home.
I have no idea why we have been through what we've been through, or why Jess is being left in the situation she's in (because we've been told some not good things about her birth father - besides the fact that he wanted to sell her to us), but it's not in our hands. We have to trust that the Lord never cheats anyone and continue to move forward.
And yes, I wish we'd broken the law and bought her from him and no, we won't be trying to adopt another child. I just can't do this anymore.
There's so little in my life that has turned out the way I thought they would.
I guess Nathan will be an only child.
No one likes to read downer posts, so how about some funny Nathan stories, huh???
In Nathan's world, all insects can be classified as either "ply" or "ladybug". Several days ago he told me he ate a ladybug. I kept telling him that he didn't eat a ladybug, but he kept talking about it for a few days. He insisted that he ate a ladybug and that it was "yucky". He DOES have a vivid imagination - he told me there were elephants in our trees the other day. Anyway - later in the week, I was standing in the kitchen while he was eating his yogurt for breakfast. I watched him take a spoonful that had a nice, big blueberry in it. He put it in his mouth and then started to fake gag and cough and, while pointing at his mouth, said, "ladybug!". Ahh.... so THAT'S what it is.
He gets that from my side of the family. My brother doesn't like any kind of cooked fruit and my sister would eat fruit-on-the-bottom yogurt, but only if it wasn't stirred and only down to where the fruit was.
Last Sunday Nathan came to me with great big tears streaming down his face. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that the cars he was playing with weren't being nice to each other and he wanted me to put them on timeout. Bless his sweet heart for completely not getting the "you're in charge" part of "imagination"!
I did have a little chat with the two offenders and we put them on "timeout" and Nathan made them say they were sorry to the other cars when he decided they were done with timeout.
He's such a sweet, sweet boy.
I guess I'm glad that timeout it the worst thing in his world now. It's a good feeling.
And finally, I never thought I'd have to edit words on my blog, but here's a story that will need censoring so that my blog doesn't get blocked by filters. Not because it's inappropriate, mind you - it just uses one of "those" words.
I believe that nicknames are great for people and pets, but body parts should be called what they are. No need to seem like you're ashamed of what God gave you, in my opinion. That means my son knows that he has a pen*s and he knows that's what it is called.
He's fascinated with his anatomy. Apparently, when you're two, the world is filled with pen*ses. He sees them everywhere! Like the other day, we were watching "Bambi" and the first time the baby deer stood up and tried to walk and you could see his little tail hanging down, Nathan announced that was the baby deer's pen*s.
But that's not the best one.
Nathan loves my hair. He's always running his fingers through it. He does that while he falls asleep and I think it's adorable.
I tend to pull my hair back in a ponytail a lot. You guessed it... I picked him up the other day and he immediately reached around my head to start playing with my hair (which was in a ponytail) and he announced, "Mama's pen*s".
Sweet friend... dangling doesn't make something a pen*s!
Do they grow out of this phase?? Can't wait until he announces that one at church!!