Nathan adores his little sister. He loves to play with her. This was a box that he commandeered and named "Sled" and used it for days to push her around and around the living area of our home.
This was the first night he tried it and he'd been pushing for a good long while. He came to me and said, "I think Sophia would be more comfortable with some juice." So they both got juice boxes.
Sophia was hanging on with her one hand and squealing with delight as Nate pushed her. Then I heard him say, "Sophia, you can let go with your other hand.... you know, like you're waving at a boy or something..."
No idea where he gets this stuff.
Nathan loves Lego Harry Potter and Lego Star Wars games on the Wii. He and Brent got into a little water fight in the front yard last night and, obviously, Nathan didn't win. He came in the house dripping wet and crying. I said, "What happened?" and he said, "Mama, Daddy belongs in Slytherin!" (which is the worst thing he can think of right now).
Miss S has entered the "Why" phase. I hope we all make it out alive from the "why" phase.
I haven't posted a lot because there's a whole other aspect of Sophia's life that we've never had before. Out there, in the world covered by the internet, is another family that brought her home from China and then relinquished her. They felt she had Reactive Attachment Disorder and rage issues.
I know how easy it is to find this blog and they do know our names (obviously). There's a whole family (grandmas, grandpas, cousins, aunts, uncles) that lost a family member with this disruption and I'm a bit worried about them finding this and seeing that the rage issues aren't with the child. Sophia is doing great. She's a joy. She's happy and bouncy and perfectly, wonderfully three.
Thus while I want to shout it from the rooftops that we're so in love with this little girl, I want it to be a quiet roar while another family heals from their loss and ordeal this last year.