tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72732123005394143622024-03-04T21:46:45.327-08:00Jet from ThailandWe are a family of five: living, loving and growing together! Family, Adoption and God are what we are all about! We are blessed to be on this journey together and hope you enjoy hanging out with us!Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-85840462203515864812012-09-26T07:48:00.002-07:002012-09-26T07:54:08.179-07:00A new blog....another sonIt has been awhile......I have started a new blog....please come follow us there! <br />
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Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-12835488165809849912010-08-23T21:18:00.000-07:002010-08-24T05:00:13.479-07:003 yearsIt was 3 years ago this month we first laid eyes on Jet.<br /><br />We had no "plans" to adopt again. My husband didn't, for sure. But an infant girl became available from Korea who was already state side. We raced like crazy to get our home study done, yet we were not the parents planned for this little girl.<br /><br />But we have a home study done. Just sitting there. It kinda seems like a waste not use it, right?!? LOL<br /><br />In come the waiting child photo albums and websites. We were interested in an<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">infant girl.</span></span><br /><br />Long story short, our <span style="font-weight: bold;">older boy</span> found us. <span style="font-style: italic;">Have you ever noticed how many boys are available?? I mean, seriously, you can dress them cute too and they love hugs just as much!</span><br /><br />I had requested info on a few boys, intending to only look at kids with subsidized fees. I "accident-ly" (we know God doesn't do things accident-ly, now don't we!) received Jet's and fell in love. We were in the process of praying and discussing what to do when I get an email from the agency, Jet had received subsidized fees!<br /><br />Now 3 years later on August 10th we went to the Thai Embassy in Chicago and registered Jet's adoption. We have fulfilled all the requirements needed. (OK, we still need to do the passport, oh and raise him!!)<br /><br />We couldn't have it go off without a hitch though! I had called back in April and set up an appointment for August. We planned our time in IL, Papa took the time off and I let my daycare families know. Papa, I and the boys took the train in from the suburbs for an eleven o'clock appointment.<br /><br />We arrived early and thank goodness we did. They had no record of us coming in, the gentleman I had spoken to was in Thailand on vacation and the paperwork was not ready! I must say what happened next would NOT happen at a US Embassy. After we explained we were here for one day, the man we were talking to asked if we could come back at two o'clock. He would do everything he could to get it ready for us, even though he had never filled out this paperwork before. We said we would aim for 1:30ish.<br /><br />We kept sitting there for awhile, it was air-conditioned and free! We were going to wait until a little closer to lunch time and then leave. Well, good thing we were there, he came back a couple of times needing to ask us some questions, make copies of paperwork I had just decided to throw in my bag and at 11:40ish told us not to leave, he was trying to get it done by noon before their break for lunch!!<br /><br />We were treated nicely by all involved even though it took until 12:10 for us to finish. The gentleman cheerfully engaged with Jet and Bug and was genuinely touched when the boys both bowed and said Kob Khun Ka. Unfortunately Jet is no longer able to say much else in Thai. ;((<br /><br />We took pics outside of the Embassy and headed down the sidewalk to find some lunch. Right next to the Embassy was <a href="http://www.silverspoonchicago.com/">Silver Spoon</a>, a hole in the wall restaurant with steep stairs leading underground. We went and we ate some of the BEST Thai food we have ever had, coming close to food we ate in Thailand!! YUM! Their lunch specials were huge and very well priced!<br /><br />It was cute when in the middle of the meal Bug said he wished we could take lunch to our helper at the Embassy!!<br /><br />I was amazed at the paperwork we received. I had no idea. We received his actual Thai birth certificate, we had only seen a copy. We received his House registration, like a US SS#. And we are able to maintain dual citizenship for him. We received 2 other forms in Thai and I can't remember what they were so if anybody knows, please tell me!!<br /><br />It has been a long 3 years in some ways but now time just seems to be flying by!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9I8lVopqKH_r_bKxPv1_uDFAlkj5KOpqRbRlZOTrQXslbjC3yJZ3M5JYkC7XrTk-eZo_SW0CK0X4yDYhVmjuz1rHbJfbMTUTVG4mILVtLBYrYYqlO2LSeVH5HRRw_WLzum_ZJuJMyh8E/s1600/SANY2173%5B1%5D"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9I8lVopqKH_r_bKxPv1_uDFAlkj5KOpqRbRlZOTrQXslbjC3yJZ3M5JYkC7XrTk-eZo_SW0CK0X4yDYhVmjuz1rHbJfbMTUTVG4mILVtLBYrYYqlO2LSeVH5HRRw_WLzum_ZJuJMyh8E/s320/SANY2173%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508822008779090322" border="0" /></a>Brothers!</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8BebZt352LXNRjMcjaKBz_5BpVF8tLu3FuA6tbosv-jEWAroLzryEGtyyU0n6DBzRWhEL9JFY5s7uFJgP6qVPjH2HIU5mg8_r9SLR-_kakvur6u39cB9o2qDTs-fV7MveNGdLmdOPLM/s1600/SANY2176%5B1%5D"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8BebZt352LXNRjMcjaKBz_5BpVF8tLu3FuA6tbosv-jEWAroLzryEGtyyU0n6DBzRWhEL9JFY5s7uFJgP6qVPjH2HIU5mg8_r9SLR-_kakvur6u39cB9o2qDTs-fV7MveNGdLmdOPLM/s320/SANY2176%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508822018883356066" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-16197405348885846732010-06-29T21:05:00.000-07:002010-06-29T21:06:41.227-07:00When I grow up....We were playing a game tonight and Jet pointed to a picture of a boy with brown skin saying it was Bug. Then he said the boy with white skin was himself. I said that doesn't look like my boy, both of my boys look like this boy, as I pointed to the boy with brown skin.<br /><br />Jet was not happy with this comment, as he whimpered his response.<br /><br />He doesn't like or want brown skin.<br /><br />He asked his next question with <span style="font-weight: bold;">tons</span> of hope in his voice--"<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Will I have white skin when I grow up"?</span><br /><br />So sad, only one year in and he has a desire to have a different color skin. I would give anything to have the beautiful brown skin my munchkins are naturally blessed with. My other 2 have not experienced this before/yet.<br /><br />I find it so interesting as this last year I have become so disillusioned living in the United States. (Not that Americans are the only "white" skin colored culture) And this impressionable aged child comes to America, sees many white people and believes that is something to strive for and desire. What is it about our culture/environment that permeates a young child's mind, creating this type of a reaction to something as basic as the color of their skin. To make him <span style="font-weight: bold;">want</span> to be white when he grows up. To be willing to "change", hope to "change" what he looked like for 8 years, what all the others he knew looked like, abandon all that for something he believes is better. He was honestly disappointed in my answer. To the point of tears starting. He is not even the darkest of our children. So why does he see it as important? And where did the notion come from? <br /><br />And, most importantly, what can I do to educate, encourage, explain to him that he can and should be valued by who he is on the inside. Not by the color of his skin. And that the color of his skin does not influence how much money, food, things, success....one has. <span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-52094043809667958972010-06-15T21:00:00.000-07:002010-06-15T21:01:23.265-07:00May 11th, 2001I am behind, please bear with my reflecting on the past month.<br /><br />My Peanut came home on this day. Nine years ago, our first born child and only daughter was placed in our arms. We traveled to an airport about 3 hours away. It was a surreal experience, driving to an airport to be handed your child. This was pre-9/11 (barely) so we were able to wait at the gate and see our children's escorts getting right off the plane. An incredible experience and I am so thankful we had one child come home before 9/11 as to not miss that scene.<br /><br />We had family at the airport. Her flight in was really late at night so we all stayed in a hotel. I gave in to the warnings to not let anyone else hold Peanut and<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">regret that to this day</span></span>. Very sad to say, it is my precious daughter who has paid the biggest price for that choice. Is still paying for it.<br /><br />At the time we were adopting our first child through Holt, parents were not able to select gender unless they had one gender at home. We didn't so we were obviously open. It was a well known fact that more boys were available and most first time parents were blessed with a son. That knowledge, combined with the fact we knew a family in our town with the same dossier to Korea date requesting a girl, convinced us our first child would a boy.<br /><br />Obviously God had other plans! And we naturally had no problem with that!!<br /><br />Peanut is a loving, generous, petite, free spirited young girl who <span style="font-weight: bold;">loves and hates</span> the fact she is adopted. It is a battle that flares up frequently within her sweet soul. She longs to know Korea and recently became penpals with a young gal who is Korean. Peanut loves her family, Jesus, reading, swimming, ballet, singing, snuggling, sleeping with her bros, music, sunshine...<br /><br />So many of her characteristics fit mine from when I was a child. Nicknames like Trouble, Twinkle Toes, Babbling Brook.....There is no doubt she is my daughter and I am SO very thankful to God for allowing me to raise her!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGitfriKIjaNeHc16tjht2QB-OyID6zftvSIO5t1Q7QNVKNJJb-PL2SYCtIRlOI_Cc65S8CvqQsYS59LfODtUPCgQ4hBDdIeQ-0kHns2aRB5BCjxeRvfRVXveRrENwxsqWPJapllURuKo/s1600/DSCF1932.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGitfriKIjaNeHc16tjht2QB-OyID6zftvSIO5t1Q7QNVKNJJb-PL2SYCtIRlOI_Cc65S8CvqQsYS59LfODtUPCgQ4hBDdIeQ-0kHns2aRB5BCjxeRvfRVXveRrENwxsqWPJapllURuKo/s320/DSCF1932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483211657670458194" border="0" /></a>Our butterfly whisperer<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuRPyUmU2YEF56ocG3NCH-0H-q_uI4m-xtUClNOUox9bcs0InNoyakbPTo6TwzhWaEC4Qwc2o9EYHTNvKtmQAJhlLDWbQxfQ4O4tAjqxHn6jzI0rSprHAKqIsUCOplKxIJeqVdo3TVa4/s1600/8-15-04+kiddieland-party+062.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuRPyUmU2YEF56ocG3NCH-0H-q_uI4m-xtUClNOUox9bcs0InNoyakbPTo6TwzhWaEC4Qwc2o9EYHTNvKtmQAJhlLDWbQxfQ4O4tAjqxHn6jzI0rSprHAKqIsUCOplKxIJeqVdo3TVa4/s320/8-15-04+kiddieland-party+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483211665195945170" border="0" /></a>She had to squat down because the water blaster got too heavy!<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HL57-coWBj_UWW9AD4-I4gECKydGrAWw9GPVUyHbo8bbVfEgOCw8HxIa96iVIv_UgFjcchWxX_T3-CRTzcDrzzLifYKt9kl4eBYlat9rOThfOLMGFbFtr1oSaWsvsS7BrHLLhleqXuk/s1600/DSCF2496.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HL57-coWBj_UWW9AD4-I4gECKydGrAWw9GPVUyHbo8bbVfEgOCw8HxIa96iVIv_UgFjcchWxX_T3-CRTzcDrzzLifYKt9kl4eBYlat9rOThfOLMGFbFtr1oSaWsvsS7BrHLLhleqXuk/s320/DSCF2496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483211698523053746" border="0" /></a>A girl and her dog, Sam~we miss you, boy~<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4pG9aF5nUonfF_aDl0SDm4Mv3WgG8BlPwRCd_UnL9TFxJXSnLMv5Lxs3yMOWkjv_1L3YSxqsFFDfXMbuW8vr_i9_XnWOTP8GYA0nV_0EHa7aoEplCYPWdJCQ0qrXh_qPtIcUwH8yTRqY/s1600/DSCF2691.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4pG9aF5nUonfF_aDl0SDm4Mv3WgG8BlPwRCd_UnL9TFxJXSnLMv5Lxs3yMOWkjv_1L3YSxqsFFDfXMbuW8vr_i9_XnWOTP8GYA0nV_0EHa7aoEplCYPWdJCQ0qrXh_qPtIcUwH8yTRqY/s320/DSCF2691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483212697743981874" border="0" /></a>Peanut and her Godmother, my sis<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwj2Jp5qyhMiR9Ib6DQCiCigGEaAJK5hXSpEvaVVllhR463JnHCPdVmt-LNqe_YYBrkGS_Mo64_7CABfjlY9rj02PzKcKmuXmjk5JShUFpvN2G8rKdqaD53ghJzw4gnJRONOSWf8ynegQ/s1600/8-15-04+kiddieland-party+083.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwj2Jp5qyhMiR9Ib6DQCiCigGEaAJK5hXSpEvaVVllhR463JnHCPdVmt-LNqe_YYBrkGS_Mo64_7CABfjlY9rj02PzKcKmuXmjk5JShUFpvN2G8rKdqaD53ghJzw4gnJRONOSWf8ynegQ/s320/8-15-04+kiddieland-party+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483211669674135490" border="0" /></a>Our 4 1/2 year old!<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqDEYHujrl1tOrY-CeyH4rk880yzncY9naaGzMWUdWLQUFK2lhO67UxLaSi094DXpIgjJpTTEU9JRF-zETLFgwKvgBwp77GunB-qCrvtC3qzn7gjYPoRo0UAEEDHsnIydNBXcgH1qK2g/s1600/misc+pics1027+168.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqDEYHujrl1tOrY-CeyH4rk880yzncY9naaGzMWUdWLQUFK2lhO67UxLaSi094DXpIgjJpTTEU9JRF-zETLFgwKvgBwp77GunB-qCrvtC3qzn7gjYPoRo0UAEEDHsnIydNBXcgH1qK2g/s320/misc+pics1027+168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483212710046477346" border="0" /></a>Is determined to do anything she wants!<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxFfUUvNg4LlI01QEgEW5hxd6Nh1UbdT_Sfg1QFvsmKxGtzbxkwsiaICln7rwa4Y2a55Zz7sRLAXStxMrhbVI8tV0Uc4nAjVOg74Nbo3WX-PCt7fayLiyfaHRCMrkZjI-qko-YnrBFmWc/s1600/DSCF2391.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxFfUUvNg4LlI01QEgEW5hxd6Nh1UbdT_Sfg1QFvsmKxGtzbxkwsiaICln7rwa4Y2a55Zz7sRLAXStxMrhbVI8tV0Uc4nAjVOg74Nbo3WX-PCt7fayLiyfaHRCMrkZjI-qko-YnrBFmWc/s320/DSCF2391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483211691883192322" border="0" /></a>Her first ballet recital, 5 1/2 years old<br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-11470524627939366232010-05-04T19:18:00.000-07:002010-05-04T19:58:00.235-07:00Thailand monstersWhen we first met our son in Thailand he was wearing 3 "bracelets" around his wrist. Two were regular looking bracelets and the other was a piece of string. We asked Miss Oh if there was any significance to each bracelet. The string was usually put on at a wat by a monk for good health, especially if one had been sick. She also let us know you NEVER cut it off. Very good to know!<br /><br />Flash forward a few months when Jet starts talking about his experiences in Thailand and he says a monk put it on to keep the Thailand monsters away. I am fairly certain he still believes monsters are real. He is still trying to figure out why there aren't any in America or if he should believe us or not!! <br /><br />Around 2 months or so ago, Jet asked me if he could cut it off. I indicated it was fine for him to cut it off or he could leave it on. Secretly, I have been wanting to cut that string off ages ago! It is dirty, ratty and a germ haven, I am sure. But I would never do that to him. It needed to be his decision or it needed to break on its own. He said he wanted to cut it off. <br /><br />But he didn't. And I didn't say a thing.<br /><br />We didn't discuss it again until today. He was Tigger bouncing around the living room and out of the blue indicated his "bracelet" and said, I want to cut it off. Same answer from me.<br /><br />Straight for the scissors he went. Thankfully I snapped this first.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWuiU95WpIle5SByQZRuoKHx6zw2JhiwG_nbfEMz4gJYGqbrOT9S7VyIToXmSbDLUKP5i77IuH-t8wRpcThO0LzGZSRe1N0XhEAPYzLBsWnFqpzJqcV5wqLZ5XLDOw4vMEEBbDsdgC91c/s1600/SANY1335%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWuiU95WpIle5SByQZRuoKHx6zw2JhiwG_nbfEMz4gJYGqbrOT9S7VyIToXmSbDLUKP5i77IuH-t8wRpcThO0LzGZSRe1N0XhEAPYzLBsWnFqpzJqcV5wqLZ5XLDOw4vMEEBbDsdgC91c/s320/SANY1335%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467606733744641778" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am taking it as a sign of his letting go, moving on, feeling safer in our family. I can't help but correlate it to our conversation yesterday when Jet expressed to me he thought I loved Peanut and Bug more than him. Where another heart to heart, family bonding, crying time was had by Jet and I. Ya know, a <span style="font-weight: bold;">YOU ARE MY SON FOREVER</span> kinda thing. <span style="font-weight: bold;">WE CHOSE YOU, WE WAITED A LONG TIME FOR YOU, WE THOUGHT ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY </span>kinda thing. I hope it is a sign of an increased comfort level for him.<br /><br />It was probably just a Tigger bouncy off the wall kinda thing! Oh well!! I can have my moment, right?!!<br /><br />Blessings~<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-85630263485822181642010-05-01T19:37:00.000-07:002010-05-01T19:40:18.875-07:00Highs and lowsI wrote the first part of this post back on March 16th. Most of it was done, but I struggle with my posts being perfect and I assume I couldn't find the words to finish it. So I never did. I found it yesterday when I was going through my drafts and planned to post it today. Little did I know how appropriate that thought would be. (The second part of this post was written on Thursday)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">March 16th</span><br />Today was a tough day. Tensions have been high lately, each day seeming to build a little more. I am fairly certain we hit the crescendo today.<br /><br />It appears Jet has decided he doesn't feel like following rules. A bit of a 2 year old temper tantrum attitude has become more prevalent. He does his own thing and even when he is trying to help, he won't listen to any advice.<br /><br />Peanut's tolerance level has reached an end. She has had to take on more responsibility due to my increased daycare combined with the fact she is a child who NEEDS the sunshine and outside time. And lets face it, not all our snow has melted yet. And today was the warmest day since last November, we maybe topped out at 46*.<br /><br />They played outside for almost 2 hours!!<br /><br />But at dinner tonight we were able to bring it all back to memories from when we traveled to Thailand. Cheerful, good memories. Peanut remembering how cute she thought it was when they talked to Jet on Skype. I would tell him "say hello" and he would respond "say hello"!! LOL Bug agreeing and adding how he liked to hear his voice after wondering for so long about him. The pride in Jet's voice and posture after he said "what brother" and answered his own question with "oh me"!<br /><br />We are a family. Through the good times and the tough times. (I am not a fan of using the words bad times, all can be teachable moments, God can bring good if we allow Him to)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Today</span><br />We have been heading toward that crescendo again. And within a 45 minute time frame all 3 children had a sobbing meltdown, separately.<br /><br />Peanut struggles being the only girl and her brothers doing "boy" things all the time. She and Bug were inseparable and did boy and girl things together no problem. They were exceptionally close and that has changed. It very well might have changed with the ages they have turned even if Jet had not entered the scene. I am not sure how long Bug would have played Amer*can Girl or Pol*y Pockets. Though since it coincided with Jet coming home, it appears to be because of him. Jet does not like to do girlie things, surprisingly to me since he lived with quite a few girls. But most everything he was exposed to seems to be gross motor activities not gender related. And he caught on rather quickly to gender specific types, even though we don't emphasis them. Not sure how that happened. Since that was never an issue, I am often at a loss as to how to deal with the whole boy/girl play thing.<br /><br />Jet has become a bit angry, more defensive in his manner. He takes most things as a slight whether intended or not. He has started talking back to the kids as well as Papa and I. We have had a few incidents of exaggerating or lying. Jet wants to make all the choices and be in charge of all situations. He doesn't have the same desire to please in doing his chores as he had before. He also seems to be having an increase in his energy level, a bit of a need for speed.<br /><br />Bug is very sensitive and rather conflicted at times. He ADORES his sister and can't stand the thought he (or someone else) might have hurt her. He ADORES having a brother and all that goes along with that, like Star W*rs, Leg*s, light sabers, etc... Bug does not understand the flare for "drama" his brother and sister display. During today's situation the poor kiddo just kept repeating "I just wanted to play with the marbles and blocks" while crying.<br /><br />It seems to go in waves. We have had two or so weeks of great "getting along", everybody's ideas counting, no big disagreements, good sharing, thoughtfulness to each other. Then bam! It can almost seem like we are at ground zero starting all over again. I am ever so thankful God is my constant companion and that He creates children with such incredible resilience. I appreciate their ability to forgive and forget. I can learn so much at times by watching them move past a negative situation and return to the loving relationship they share with their siblings.<br /><br />It has come to my attention over the last few weeks, being a brother or sister is not a natural instinct. It needs to be more intensely taught and learned then I had anticipated. An example would be about one week ago, I was having snuggle time with Bug after the other two were in bed. An extra 15 minutes each munchkin gets for one on one time once a week. After 5 minutes, Jet comes up saying he can't sleep because Peanut was crying. I said maybe he could comfort Peanut, see if he could make her feel better. "How" he asked with this perplexed look on his face. I gave him suggestions. After Bug's 15 minutes, Peanut came up and the first thing she said was "Jet just made my year"! He comforted her! Though Peanut quickly changed it to "her day", I mean, come on, we can't make things seem too good now can we?!<br /><br />I realize all the happenings in our house are natural, expected, part of the package. We have not been a family of five for even a year yet. Though we are close! But we were a family of four for 6.5 years and Jet was a child in an orphanage for 8+ years. When you compare those time frames, one MUST understand we are where we are "suppose" to be and we will continue to grow and learn. With more highs and more lows.<br /><br />I strongly believe the highs and lows are what creates the strong family bond of affection. Feelings are intense, they need to be, to produce sympathy, love, unselfishness. Those things that make a family, help it to survive all trials, allow its members to be themselves and know they will always be taken care of with an unconditional love.<br /><br />So bring on the highs and lows!! And let us always remember to forgive and forget.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-46190660739869606952010-04-27T20:09:00.000-07:002010-04-27T20:26:14.274-07:00FancyJet and Bug were playing with their Ma*ch box cars the other day when Jet was telling me about one of the cars. He told me something about the "fancy" car.<br /><br />Bug stopped and said "where did you learn a big word like that?"!!! LOL<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><br /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-86001984614236937792010-04-13T20:16:00.000-07:002010-04-15T21:30:21.226-07:0011 monthsWow, it is unbelievable to realize we will be celebrating 1 year home next month with Jet!!<br /><br />I thought I would give an update to things in our house!<br /><br />Jet is doing very well. He is an energetic, little boy who is very happy warmer, outside weather has arrived. The winter was a long cold time for him. Outside play is minimal because it gets quite cold here, yet the sun shines brightly like in Thailand. He would think that automatically meant it was warm enough to go out. By the time spring was starting Jet was literally bouncing off the furniture! Thankfully our spring has been incredibly warm and much outside time has been had. I was quite sure one of us wasn't going to make it to spring if it didn't come soon!!<br /><br />On the topic of energetic, Jet doesn't walk anywhere. He runs, skips, jumps, hops.... Literally. all. the. time. Arms flapping, head bouncing, legs hopping. Jet doesn't walk up the stairs, all four limbs are used to bounce up them every time! You could ask him take out the trash and his wiggly, giggly body would be on the task! If we could only bottle up his energy and enthusiasm!!<br /><br />The bathroom situation is still a struggle. He goes at the prescribed time only with the exception of a handful of times. Once after I noted something seemed to be wrong, he indicated his stomach hurt and we encouraged him to go potty. (It is the name he uses for time to sit, pee we still call hung nam) He has been able to draw on that "feeling" and know he needs to go. At least 90% of the time he goes because he knows he "has" to because it is part of his routine. Jet was floored when he finally realized this needed to be a daily ritual. (I might have just found one task/time he doesn't hop, skip or jump to do!) He tells us he did not have to go every day in Thailand. Nor did he have gas. ;0)<br /><br />Jet would really like to travel back to Thailand. He would like to see his friends. He would like his family to meet his friends. He has all sorts of things he talks about wanting us to experience, eat, see. This one troubles my heart. I would of course love to take us all back there. We enjoy traveling, the other munchkins didn't get to see it. I also strongly feel Jet NEEDS to go to have closure. So much is happening when the time comes for our children to leave their current life. A child Jet's age, 8+, has got to have so much going on in their heads. So much unknown, excitement, fear, anxiety. How can they truly grasp the departure from life as they know it? That their new home is 7243 miles from their current home and chances of returning are unknown. It is impossible for them to grasp and therefore, in my opinion, also impossible for them to take with them what they NEED to take with them. And I don't mean physical things. Adding more struggles is the fact we now have 2 countries to visit, S. Korea and Thailand. <span style="font-style: italic;">Unsolicited advice warning</span>: Plan financially to return at about one year with your child and I am obviously speaking about the older adopted child here. I realize all children are different, if yours doesn't "need" to go back, go on a great vacation or use it to adopt again!!<br /><br />Jet has grown about 1 1/2 inches and gained 4 pounds. His hair is the most obvious sign of better nutrition. His hair was very thin and sparse when we came home from Thailand. Jet has more hair now, it seems more full. Malnutrition is still evident in his appearance and will be for 3-4 years our family doctor feels. I also believe it plays a part in his attention span.<br /><br />We have naturally had ups and downs, however we are thrilled to be a family of five! I have other areas to update however I want them to have their own posts so it isn't so much to read at once!!<br /><br />We are so blessed!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJ2vi3WrmbY4VVbJaKTHOGTpdPfgiKbV6g-qQbXtiqafi9-KMguFYQ9yXf6pgqTIomB0sMvYIfzeFlMWBVOp8LnSk0-oEt26BzlunIl7ukfHtwm2fqhw5ckEKCJ9S0OX0waQlXye8lJk/s1600/PICT0671.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJ2vi3WrmbY4VVbJaKTHOGTpdPfgiKbV6g-qQbXtiqafi9-KMguFYQ9yXf6pgqTIomB0sMvYIfzeFlMWBVOp8LnSk0-oEt26BzlunIl7ukfHtwm2fqhw5ckEKCJ9S0OX0waQlXye8lJk/s320/PICT0671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460587236461810450" border="0" /></a>April 2009<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLygexAH7Iq9mm-ACqQxZeeIIrM1MMYCs12XLH5igDH353LufTjAVnZBi4XQ-6tAHGogW9Yg4rulgUWi6KI-vJ1nKT9Qvw5lCdJJ3Wi-rjAgbmYmHVxZ0-A4sXaTJYbrkVDfdjgdAjkiE/s1600/SANY0381.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLygexAH7Iq9mm-ACqQxZeeIIrM1MMYCs12XLH5igDH353LufTjAVnZBi4XQ-6tAHGogW9Yg4rulgUWi6KI-vJ1nKT9Qvw5lCdJJ3Wi-rjAgbmYmHVxZ0-A4sXaTJYbrkVDfdjgdAjkiE/s320/SANY0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460587246401406898" border="0" /></a>January 2010<br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-32536521580099557002010-03-31T14:02:00.000-07:002010-03-31T14:30:14.757-07:00Singing timeIt is so fun to listen to Jet sing! It is like listening to a toddler/young child singing what they think are the words.<br /><br />My favorite to hear, and his so we hear it alot!, is Jingle Bells. (He likes to sing all the time and I have just been realizing we need to do the typical young child songs for him to learn and expand his repertoire!)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jingle bells, Jingle bells, </span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Jingle all the way, </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Oh my God</span>, it is.....(mumble mumble)</span><br /><br />And the best part is <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Oh my God</span> is said very reverently as we do not use that phrase in our home and when we say <span style="font-weight: bold;">my God</span> it is done as we talk about <span style="font-weight: bold;">our God</span>.<br /><br />I like to hear it so much I have not yet been able to correct him. Neither has Peanut, she thinks it is sweet too.<br /><br />We do singing time with the day care infants everyday and it so cute to watch my kiddos with them. I love watching Jet sing to them and try to follow along as he is learning. Yesterday he was trying to keep one baby happy while I fed another so he tried to start the songs on his own.<br />I really had a blast listening to him sing to her, his versions, with the Thai accent.<br /><br />I wonder if their parents will notice when their kiddos start singing songs? Ya know, the Thai accented wrong words to the traditional nursery and Christmas songs!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO3DXgjKoAW-cf6dV7ZmvlkSw4ahkVuattSEJJKxs2IfXLbhK7nSlNCWbQfsXK2b9bgO-N0dN8-5aOx4QbyM-44SRqkVuBjrN1jNv_-w9gM0LNv1NKTb8FyBNpa2sEJNanTJ1V2n4B4QA/s1600/Smilebox_80136090.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO3DXgjKoAW-cf6dV7ZmvlkSw4ahkVuattSEJJKxs2IfXLbhK7nSlNCWbQfsXK2b9bgO-N0dN8-5aOx4QbyM-44SRqkVuBjrN1jNv_-w9gM0LNv1NKTb8FyBNpa2sEJNanTJ1V2n4B4QA/s320/Smilebox_80136090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454912784813456226" border="0" /></a><br />But seriously, who could resist!!??!!!!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-63174695345635425942010-03-28T18:46:00.000-07:002010-03-28T21:38:23.400-07:00My sonQuite a few times over the last few months Jet has commented he wishes I would have a baby in my tummy. (I feel in some ways it is his way of experiencing/saying he wishes he had been born from my womb)<br /><br />A couple days ago, out of the blue, Jet tells me he is glad Jesus didn't have a baby put in my tummy. I asked why. Because then I wouldn't be your son. You and Daddy wouldn't have come to Thailand and brought me home. To be your son.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My son.</span><br /><br />I am glad too.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-47313554376339027032010-03-19T21:07:00.000-07:002010-03-19T22:00:39.186-07:007 years agoSeven years ago today, we physically became a family of four. I became ill about 2 days prior to traveling. We had Bug escorted but still had to drive 3 hours to pick him up at the airport. I was devastated to not be able to travel. But Papa bravely went forth all on his own. I was so sick, Peanut had to go stay with my mom and dad. His flight was delayed due to a snow storm in Denver where they had a lay over. He came home on St. Joseph's feast day! Special for us. And his 5 month birthday.<br /><br />I remember my girlfriend calling me, she came from IL to the airport. I was on with her when they were handing our son into my husband's arms. She was crying, I was crying, she was trying to take video and picture and take it all in. I had to let her go! She told me he had wild hair and was big. The biggest clothes I had sent were 6-9 month size. He was 20 lbs! Hubby could only put part of one outfit on him!!<br /><br />I remember everything about my hubby pulling in the driveway. Looking in the back seat at this little baby. Feeling so proud of my husband, this little boy's daddy. <br /><br />Bug is an easy going, kind hearted loving boy. He loves to read, play L*gos, anything St*r Wars, his family, Jesus, snuggles, Th*mas the tank engine, eating mama cooked meals and his baby blanket. At this point I am not sure the baby blanket will be gone when he walks down the aisle!! I love this boy and thank God for him every day!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpg0Snvc3tzzpzzlLx0StALVbB6K7J7AuCWJpbimocunq-O2jfk7QZTgCBybzy2OyPpZMgti0XueMJipAS5LLHChtmNWBmDYunHJ4UDLrL2v93N17BAiYbJLFcXiov1X0iTkNXh1GeFVY/s1600-h/8-15-04+kiddieland-party+143.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpg0Snvc3tzzpzzlLx0StALVbB6K7J7AuCWJpbimocunq-O2jfk7QZTgCBybzy2OyPpZMgti0XueMJipAS5LLHChtmNWBmDYunHJ4UDLrL2v93N17BAiYbJLFcXiov1X0iTkNXh1GeFVY/s320/8-15-04+kiddieland-party+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450565010238733202" border="0" /></a>He stops to smell the flowers!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpORGzMYyWqpux5op1irDveKxGQhmxEs42my9FfC2wW0gvvfrXHz-C5seRgyvaREajO83BKyrnMQtPxLlj1RgyHO_90hDMEONqu6TCc7e8C8n_arHX0vGzD9wEsrZhtj2xtSNiBQig-xk/s1600-h/8-15-04+kiddieland-party+125.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpORGzMYyWqpux5op1irDveKxGQhmxEs42my9FfC2wW0gvvfrXHz-C5seRgyvaREajO83BKyrnMQtPxLlj1RgyHO_90hDMEONqu6TCc7e8C8n_arHX0vGzD9wEsrZhtj2xtSNiBQig-xk/s320/8-15-04+kiddieland-party+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450564875216681938" border="0" /></a>Chillin' while watching tv<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbsIIEzxBco5umj8PKLzsfn_QQV1AIWPtdKvdREUoj6Fai_CTknu2UWjFj4V3ssOex27HozX4OrsZQMDOnJX6PUqJLPO5qxPp8oQthChL84KB3elVMnXMtV78bbXgFHLssa9f1Z-H7HzE/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbsIIEzxBco5umj8PKLzsfn_QQV1AIWPtdKvdREUoj6Fai_CTknu2UWjFj4V3ssOex27HozX4OrsZQMDOnJX6PUqJLPO5qxPp8oQthChL84KB3elVMnXMtV78bbXgFHLssa9f1Z-H7HzE/s320/DSC00376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450564863929946546" border="0" /></a>I lOVE the 70's disco pants!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpjSHFGE5nRE74T-dyEu5nIRO5Z-hYYuvEXnemTRbWZIIyWSvlsll_cmQ-_BnPYMX5YbyR4oa4p-6tdWpTVkjUkL5HH6XRiP79IKyUu21EaamKZ2x1SUtLupH__Il-9TEX78Cx8zVol74/s1600-h/DSCF0966.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpjSHFGE5nRE74T-dyEu5nIRO5Z-hYYuvEXnemTRbWZIIyWSvlsll_cmQ-_BnPYMX5YbyR4oa4p-6tdWpTVkjUkL5HH6XRiP79IKyUu21EaamKZ2x1SUtLupH__Il-9TEX78Cx8zVol74/s320/DSCF0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450564854153760882" border="0" /></a>He climbed OUT of his crib and fell asleep here!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CRUZs_qZfjhqLJOG6xbT6stgvLdXmbekf0yNvFYZP0ohe02GRXqG63nWc5pll8a3oPYBfPczgTIqdVkrA2db-iHbbe3_rc_rNPp9NIBXykQ-lpNtn2lcg_6eoZTYx7QWB7BwbIh3Pr4/s1600-h/DSCF0993.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CRUZs_qZfjhqLJOG6xbT6stgvLdXmbekf0yNvFYZP0ohe02GRXqG63nWc5pll8a3oPYBfPczgTIqdVkrA2db-iHbbe3_rc_rNPp9NIBXykQ-lpNtn2lcg_6eoZTYx7QWB7BwbIh3Pr4/s320/DSCF0993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450564859719341842" border="0" /></a>2nd Birthday!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYSyEP6YdgG_SAvhEcr0UYBC3ZkQ7hzrmSUnPCx16BEj8qmotre9xuU2iOiaJSM8ZBBTTSIEsUNqlR-gZyOv_B6Xkqq-kegxf15giZEPoYQrlYHk6W3Ii48_hH1BLx4oBfU993PBNRlEU/s1600-h/DSCF1761.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYSyEP6YdgG_SAvhEcr0UYBC3ZkQ7hzrmSUnPCx16BEj8qmotre9xuU2iOiaJSM8ZBBTTSIEsUNqlR-gZyOv_B6Xkqq-kegxf15giZEPoYQrlYHk6W3Ii48_hH1BLx4oBfU993PBNRlEU/s320/DSCF1761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450564275375534994" border="0" /></a>My beautiful boy!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCljerFlmLBfZdXMQEpA3LMzA2dE2fMjnah8vgtJmUKg0ak1Izns4En96GRgrUPmVGahUNx89zenQ50bT1z-cFYjNvzO6OvMHU1oVqYcavqwt7fS0bQY3L5bbL4QHX3etGSIwrYTzEc7o/s1600-h/DSCF1712.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCljerFlmLBfZdXMQEpA3LMzA2dE2fMjnah8vgtJmUKg0ak1Izns4En96GRgrUPmVGahUNx89zenQ50bT1z-cFYjNvzO6OvMHU1oVqYcavqwt7fS0bQY3L5bbL4QHX3etGSIwrYTzEc7o/s320/DSCF1712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450564269611158482" border="0" /></a>Can't you just see the mischief!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgspH8rCosx9lBr4ryrr0G368c3zrZLpnTFf4lRolO_UZkl9nGatona2TQhaGSnPu6X3Uwrcl8FP1YdX-hAsPVv_D9voxx_lorknd3S21EIFJgJ0ONHceCICEWa1qAH75-un_mPjFILaAE/s1600-h/DSCN0442.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgspH8rCosx9lBr4ryrr0G368c3zrZLpnTFf4lRolO_UZkl9nGatona2TQhaGSnPu6X3Uwrcl8FP1YdX-hAsPVv_D9voxx_lorknd3S21EIFJgJ0ONHceCICEWa1qAH75-un_mPjFILaAE/s320/DSCN0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450563666148855858" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPERDlzcdHC5nhKolTcWGy3Yz9BMICHUxJ9nMOg79rluc3yhChLBUecQtH4nND1oUETCPChH-vPRUkfDmPNT-CQZYiFmoO9HXWhxD2nLBd-vLBxhsiSZBeM2wVsV7B2fsLE4p49b_l-s/s1600-h/summer'05+155.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPERDlzcdHC5nhKolTcWGy3Yz9BMICHUxJ9nMOg79rluc3yhChLBUecQtH4nND1oUETCPChH-vPRUkfDmPNT-CQZYiFmoO9HXWhxD2nLBd-vLBxhsiSZBeM2wVsV7B2fsLE4p49b_l-s/s320/summer'05+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450563648011909730" border="0" /></a>He has always had a laugh out loud personality!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2O4zeKPz9toP9sT5DNKPxzlxgId7AfrPU-9yFd4XmqGHIFQs7aXqBTJMdD7Y3Uud5DwsrCvnCuJ7ugIkAqnwXZJa_YDavpJPCqUugsvgviPUCPwK1tK9tsxSbrdR7-RGuJpMhBBk738Y/s1600-h/DSCF2679.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2O4zeKPz9toP9sT5DNKPxzlxgId7AfrPU-9yFd4XmqGHIFQs7aXqBTJMdD7Y3Uud5DwsrCvnCuJ7ugIkAqnwXZJa_YDavpJPCqUugsvgviPUCPwK1tK9tsxSbrdR7-RGuJpMhBBk738Y/s320/DSCF2679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450570754541397522" border="0" /></a>Bug gives the BEST hugs and willingly switches clothes with Peanut, anything to get a laugh!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpC9mTKpgOLP4awcJjs0xhF3NHjfi2N7Y426ovlJumATQeQTJlw6ONMfhwxylxUXFGwlq2pW2ZG_rHj6ANMJ3ocK-H8XS-OYva5v9U5c4xwfvRpeELNAFLORkuSBKr-fT5TONi8pxa5uQ/s1600-h/summer'05+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpC9mTKpgOLP4awcJjs0xhF3NHjfi2N7Y426ovlJumATQeQTJlw6ONMfhwxylxUXFGwlq2pW2ZG_rHj6ANMJ3ocK-H8XS-OYva5v9U5c4xwfvRpeELNAFLORkuSBKr-fT5TONi8pxa5uQ/s320/summer'05+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450563630736510594" border="0" /></a>Bug has always been the best pillow for his sweet sister.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFCDqauU0Ke756NzhsIH6254bqXPkznqeo3f9IJFLEIwqrUA9-omBa0Zt7H55xWXHZ6bDFWyPTQxradsoLieIMFu5I4JX-kkqz3jVgr3IF5jRpgUh1_OZG9EYMNMkPjSnr50RXMYGHA0/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFCDqauU0Ke756NzhsIH6254bqXPkznqeo3f9IJFLEIwqrUA9-omBa0Zt7H55xWXHZ6bDFWyPTQxradsoLieIMFu5I4JX-kkqz3jVgr3IF5jRpgUh1_OZG9EYMNMkPjSnr50RXMYGHA0/s320/DSC00368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450570750008960066" border="0" /></a>And has had the favor returned!<br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-89283946256486637242010-03-12T21:13:00.000-08:002010-03-12T21:32:08.063-08:00I forgotToday as I was cooing at our 3.5 month old daycare baby, Jet says something to me about adopting a Thai baby. I wasn't sure what exactly he was referencing, whether he was saying he wanted us to adopt a Thai baby or if he wanted to when he grew up. Both of those scenarios are regular topics of discussion by our munchkins. <br /><br />He starts reminding me of a baby his "mom" had in Thailand. This "mom" was a main caretaker of his and from his stories he often went home with her and helped her take care of this infant. I was not able to ascertain whether this child was adopted by her or a bio child. <br /><br />Jet wistfully says he should have brought the baby with him to America for us to adopt. <br /><br />He says "I forgot", all sad like.<br /><br />If it were only that easy, pal. I would have come home with a plane full!<br /><br />We did have a small discussion touching on the paperwork and time needed to "hop" countries. At least as much as a 9 year old with 9 months of English could handle! More importantly, we spent time chatting about friends left behind.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-87535777617328599902010-03-10T17:00:00.000-08:002010-03-11T09:10:52.589-08:00Advantage--JetLiving in an orphanage has many disadvantages for our children. That is obvious and an understatement in my opinion. The past 2 weeks has shown a huge advantage Jet has over us.<br /><br />He has the immune system of a buffalo!!<br /><br />Peanut started it and within one week it took out me and Bug, all the while she was on an antibiotic! She still feels crummy, my head is still congested and if I talk to much my voice goes. I felt like a mac truck had run me over for about 5 days. Now it feels like it was only a mini-van.<br /><br />It took over my sister's family, all 4 of them, within a little over a week's time.<br /><br />This nasty bug is contagious!!<br /><br />But our sweet Jet is still a sparkly eyed ball of energy! His energy brings us all to tears 'cause we feel so awful! LOL<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5YUMsMW7xYOF7LsnZ9V2IFO1Ru1ORpHHGWAH2dW0PayINyFTfSKCs8l11vnGRNQURSLQlz94Pkg25YHhyphenhyphenOK5bJjSMfeb8O1oGJMmDJh1khb167cXvIdzfSbontvwaBqu3fwlps6jsfA/s1600-h/PICT0381.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5YUMsMW7xYOF7LsnZ9V2IFO1Ru1ORpHHGWAH2dW0PayINyFTfSKCs8l11vnGRNQURSLQlz94Pkg25YHhyphenhyphenOK5bJjSMfeb8O1oGJMmDJh1khb167cXvIdzfSbontvwaBqu3fwlps6jsfA/s320/PICT0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447178772132941970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He loves to help us sickies out so we are so thankful for his strong immune system!<br /><br />(Now I hope Murphy's law doesn't bite me in the butt!!)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-70314638328882873052010-02-28T12:24:00.000-08:002010-02-28T14:14:18.251-08:00Jet's best friend--stuckI have needed to write this update for awhile. I have not been able to for many reasons. Number one is the hurt it brings to my heart. Very few times in my life, thanks be to God, I have experienced a pain so deep as this one.<br /><br />In a previous post, <a href="http://jettothailand.blogspot.com/2009/10/jets-best-friend.html">here</a>, I asked for prayers for a family waiting for a beautiful boy who is my son's best friend. Jet's best friend was told at the same time as Jet that he had a family waiting for him in America.<br /><br />That was March 2008. We brought Jet home May 2009.<br /><br />It seemed there was an issue with his child history. A signature had not been gotten at the time it was needed. Now the person can't be found. This one signature seems to make the difference between adoptable or not. An orphan or not an orphan.<br /><br />Papa and I are simply not able to wrap our minds around the idea that a child who has had no family since birth visit with him, spend time with him, care for him would not be considered an orphan.<br /><br />The definition of orphan seems pretty clear to me.<br />As a noun <span style="font-style: italic;">A child who has been deprived of parental care and has not been adopted. </span><br />As an adj <span style="font-style: italic;">Deprived of parents </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>He has been in the care of an orphanage, taken care of by caretakers, not parents. This child has 2 people in America, <span style="font-weight: bold;">parents</span>, who wish to care for him, give him a life filled with love and attention<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>and love him already.<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Eight years </span>abandoned in an orphanage should be MORE than enough time for a child to be considered an orphan. Something should be able to be done to note this to the authorities in charge.<br /><br />Jet still talks of his best friend coming to America. He must be unsure/confused about the fact that his best friend already had a family here in America. I say this because about one week after Shawna and Mark found out the news, Jet came to me with an idea that broke my heart. He did not know anything about what was going on with his friend. He had just heard my very good friend from IL, "L" was starting the process of adopting a young boy from Thailand. We truly weren't even sure if Jet understood what we said when we told the kids. But he told me "L" should adopt ___ because then Peanut and Bug could meet him and he could help him learn English.<br /><br />How do I answer that? And his limited understanding has him believing it will happen.<br /><br />To make things harder to bear are the stories Jet shares about his life at the orphanage. In some ways he was very fortunate. He came home with more experiences than we never imagined a child from an orphanage would have. He went to movies, fun parks, the beach, had tried all sorts of food, rode on a motorcycle, regularly went to 7-11 and more. Yet there are also stories that caused Jet and his friend to <span style="font-style: italic;">want to go to America, where those things wouldn't happen. <span style="font-weight: bold;">His words, not mine. </span></span><br /><br />We still haven't told Jet. I simply do not know how to do it. Or how to try and help him understand it. Since I have so little of an understanding myself. Part of me hopes it is all a mistake. A terrible mistake, that will be used to glorify God in the end.<br /><br />I have images of Jet's best friend burned in my brain. When we went back to the orphanage to visit, I focused very intently on his friend. One because I wanted to share with Shawna all I could about her son waiting for her in Thailand. Two because he was such a big part of my son's life and I wanted to KNOW this child. Knowing this child is ripping at my heart.<br /><br />Shawna and Mark made the heart wrenching decision to stop pursuing a Thailand adoption and have just this weekend been blessed with an 8 year old girl through a domestic adoption!! This little girl now has a wonderful home and family! Praise God!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>This has rocked my world, bringing me crashing to my knees and I am struggling to get back up. It has inspired many discussions between Papa and I. In depth, life changing discussions. We are a simple family in midwest America trying to survive the economic recession. Where we feel God leading us is way outside the realm. Please keep us in your prayers.<br /><br />For now my faith gives me one thing to hold one to--this boy is in our life for one reason. For now it is to pray for him. And that we do.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg055uAhcQImr_tIvqr1wZIHsW3jSyAT6p2l0ShyphenhyphenYotXjBdSLZW3ASUt7mMR3sXTwxUgbH5mlwr-Ej61ICOWTb1uW5Tw1CFdT1oK04KD3UcStYMB-7BRtylNyJbD4Lf-tcrXME9PiWRmg/s1600-h/PICT0603.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg055uAhcQImr_tIvqr1wZIHsW3jSyAT6p2l0ShyphenhyphenYotXjBdSLZW3ASUt7mMR3sXTwxUgbH5mlwr-Ej61ICOWTb1uW5Tw1CFdT1oK04KD3UcStYMB-7BRtylNyJbD4Lf-tcrXME9PiWRmg/s320/PICT0603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443419588930166338" border="0" /></a>A boy and his best friend.<br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-69192090083972458382010-02-14T21:54:00.000-08:002010-02-14T22:34:19.197-08:00911<span style="font-style: italic;">Jet knows how to dial 911.</span><br /><br />And he knows there are firemen on the other end. (ok, sort of firemen but you get the idea!)<br /><br />My mom keeps her old cell phones for the grandkids to use for play. Jet is obsessed with one phone in particular because it takes pictures. He finds it when we first get there and keeps it on him at all times. Quite honestly he likes any play phone. So I have heard him play talk many times on the phone.<br /><br />Mom and I are chatting, kids are playing and my dear dad was watching his neighbor plow snow for him. Jet is near us when I hear him say he is dialing 911. I don't register much except I think it is great he knows how to do that! I wasn't even sure if the phone was turned on, etc...<br /><br />I think I hear a recording. But I have heard something like that before so not much thought yet. Then I notice Jet seems to be having a REALLY GOOD conversation with himself. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Very smart questions he seems to be answering!</span><br /><br />Say, Mom....do I remember right....can't you call 911 with a cell phone even if the phone isn't in service any more?<br /><br />I have one ear tuned in to mom and the other listening to the conversation I am starting to desperately hope my son IS having with himself.<br /><br />I must admit mom's answer took a back seat to Jet saying "here is my brother" while trying to hand Bug the phone. Telling him the fireman wants to talk to him. This is one good pretend phone call!<br /><br />Bug was too busy watching Charlie Brown valentine and said no thank you.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My ears are starting to listen for the sirens.....I don't think my parents neighbors could take a second ambulance, etc coming to their house in one month!!</span><br /><br />What was your answer, mom? No really, are you sure? Because Jet is having a conversation on the phone like I have never seen before. Are you sure?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ok, the sirens should be coming soon.</span><br /><br />Mom goes over and takes the phone from Jet to listen. I am fairly certain she really didn't expect to hear anything but a recording.<br /><br />An FYI, in case YOU didn't know. They <span style="font-weight: bold;">DO</span> dial 911 even if no longer in service!!<br /><br />Thank goodness the Thai accent in a child with stilted English helped her to NOT find it necessary to send help right away.<br /><br />Or maybe it was the fact his brother was <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">too busy</span> watching Charlie Brown.......<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFaHHG7qeMkmmBmZR2FGNHsD53VdpmxlVkXLxwwCPs1sj9aOA5nTpT1qwRJDXcnW2zNY9RG5uckF3o2VGaBbmDIZ_WZOKk4NCia37ELuruRAkF-AKeuFqxGQAni3Ola6tvsQCZNGyCe1A/s1600-h/number2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFaHHG7qeMkmmBmZR2FGNHsD53VdpmxlVkXLxwwCPs1sj9aOA5nTpT1qwRJDXcnW2zNY9RG5uckF3o2VGaBbmDIZ_WZOKk4NCia37ELuruRAkF-AKeuFqxGQAni3Ola6tvsQCZNGyCe1A/s320/number2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438354472859531554" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-22131206793730183082010-02-07T20:24:00.000-08:002010-02-08T14:42:38.923-08:00'Cause I can ;))Here are some of my favorite pics from the past year! These are from our summer fun at our friends in IL.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLrlzY7XIOr5R4ey9voKOUo10aJGhhlSoZcjb6aFOTtFnFhHDcibXFxYMPuA3vgQs27Ct64q2RK9QD6N8uJNBl8hURdyQ7ArbJ2sgMMMa_DHl6O8PT-RlY4qmRPw2slIUsd4Ik82zc3F4/s1600-h/Smilebox_80136129.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLrlzY7XIOr5R4ey9voKOUo10aJGhhlSoZcjb6aFOTtFnFhHDcibXFxYMPuA3vgQs27Ct64q2RK9QD6N8uJNBl8hURdyQ7ArbJ2sgMMMa_DHl6O8PT-RlY4qmRPw2slIUsd4Ik82zc3F4/s320/Smilebox_80136129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436004913402239650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgBbrxfq7gNUlHJ4_icd492Elm0xhNw2v2gRZE9ojNIXXF2VKafc70nX5eWSojgwvOAmu2Sf7EXUi5j0BIRre51eBrp1OW9Ksjh28ZTKnpVSA-O8udQqtRXpXroL5shYbHVt0BKyl-Gk/s1600-h/Smilebox_80136102.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgBbrxfq7gNUlHJ4_icd492Elm0xhNw2v2gRZE9ojNIXXF2VKafc70nX5eWSojgwvOAmu2Sf7EXUi5j0BIRre51eBrp1OW9Ksjh28ZTKnpVSA-O8udQqtRXpXroL5shYbHVt0BKyl-Gk/s320/Smilebox_80136102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436004902848684402" border="0" /></a>Following his brother's favorite pose for picture taking!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzw8AEFXJ9XU9p_Jrr0b5I6o9nrkIi9wyPQJja89WJPJB9GKzy0HY3n4F9tIKx3yBO3rrLXSzTAAy2IadoZT3RfWzNkNizsBpb4oMRXhbFUqgvj2oQrQilomeu62FFXkf_N7f30Eh5NBM/s1600-h/Smilebox_80136096.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzw8AEFXJ9XU9p_Jrr0b5I6o9nrkIi9wyPQJja89WJPJB9GKzy0HY3n4F9tIKx3yBO3rrLXSzTAAy2IadoZT3RfWzNkNizsBpb4oMRXhbFUqgvj2oQrQilomeu62FFXkf_N7f30Eh5NBM/s320/Smilebox_80136096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436004897061437090" border="0" /></a>His favorite noodles! The bowl was bigger than his head!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0P6e4Y01_O_h_rJu87btpB5niPJ45QVfjLsRyf5230sWxP-58YkQUSDlIeyjlPwQPKxz_JlpvL3wOOa0tTOp9_D7MIw9gM3Vhp49nBqmvO8BYrapA4swqQRtGB0QcIpwNf71UATrHTOk/s1600-h/Smilebox_80136083.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0P6e4Y01_O_h_rJu87btpB5niPJ45QVfjLsRyf5230sWxP-58YkQUSDlIeyjlPwQPKxz_JlpvL3wOOa0tTOp9_D7MIw9gM3Vhp49nBqmvO8BYrapA4swqQRtGB0QcIpwNf71UATrHTOk/s320/Smilebox_80136083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436004892441850514" border="0" /></a>My Boys!!<br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><br /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-86324269192715652612010-02-03T08:36:00.000-08:002010-02-06T01:39:31.057-08:00Kob Khun KaIn adoption, we have fewer people who understand the steps we go through. Truly. understand. A much bigger population of people share the pregnancy experience.<br /><br />We have miscarriages that involve pictures, video and child history's. Our hearts break the same.<br /><br />We have 9 months (or typically more) of waiting with nothing to "tell" the world we are expecting. Very little to make it real for ourselves, let alone anyone else.<br /><br />We have paper pains....not labor pains. THE WHOLE TIME!! Before our child is even "conceived"!<br /><br />Our child is in some other person's care, half a world away. And there is nothing we can do for them or to impact when they come home. (Except pray!)<br /><br />For a portion of us, this all comes after infertility, secondary infertility and the many losses suffered during that time period.<br /><br />It comes with friends and family more than likely sharing their opinions on your choices. The well meaning aunties telling us we just don't "do it" enough or other even more awkward references to the things that happen in the privacy of your bedroom!! To others who question why international, older child and "don't you want your own".<br /><br />All of this to say, it is so wonderful to be connected with a group of women (and men) who truly understand. It is such a blessing to have the internet as a resource to share with others who are just like us. We may not all have the same political, religious or moral views yet we are able to share the one thing we do have in common.<br /><br />The love of our children--given to us in a unique way.<br /><br />I LOVE the adoption process. Yes, I do wish parts of it were different. But it is a complete high for me. Whether it be mine or someone else's. I love to be a part of it. I love to share what I have learned and learn something from someone else. I especially love the knowledge that yet another orphaned child will have a FAMILY. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Family</span> is one of Jet's most favorite words. <span style="font-style: italic;">He gets it.</span> Really he gets what so many people in our society don't. A most fundamental basic need and how important it is to one's development.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Family is one of my favorite words too.</span><br /><br /><span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"><span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"> Kob Khun Ka</span></span> for allowing me to be a part of your family and for sharing in my family's joy!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-62281382096384234592010-01-30T08:48:00.001-08:002010-02-01T19:14:19.416-08:00Here he is!!Please meet our newest son-----<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycT-PRgilbQHTMSO1rdHt97mr1btgHq0xxO4wqEAwamfwTbTdqHYg9yHuSrzdDiRq1uw7yVBuSihCNROiStQ0FtgUtibtn8h9jB-OziCjvPjsVmc_3HNOLXDQwWawutWx11z-tzlEoko/s1600-h/SANY0899.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycT-PRgilbQHTMSO1rdHt97mr1btgHq0xxO4wqEAwamfwTbTdqHYg9yHuSrzdDiRq1uw7yVBuSihCNROiStQ0FtgUtibtn8h9jB-OziCjvPjsVmc_3HNOLXDQwWawutWx11z-tzlEoko/s320/SANY0899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433469884439742274" border="0" /></a>Peanut was in charge of the camera, she did good!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVN4C_hIB89Ra2B7zc0gbY9u2yGIgZybmy_Y4opwIiiufVtdJEmxQP0nABPw0obs71o6WYzbYeHWHsCneORsl5AnRocqTrzNtaUGpIpodnrA9YK7ENLXAytg3BPPHpFA3xJ5gBqg9bJ1o/s1600-h/SANY0897.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVN4C_hIB89Ra2B7zc0gbY9u2yGIgZybmy_Y4opwIiiufVtdJEmxQP0nABPw0obs71o6WYzbYeHWHsCneORsl5AnRocqTrzNtaUGpIpodnrA9YK7ENLXAytg3BPPHpFA3xJ5gBqg9bJ1o/s320/SANY0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433469901386844146" border="0" /></a>I love this picture, he looks so attentive to the judge!<br /></div><br />The night before I was getting clothes ready for the next day. Peanut and I always struggle over her clothes so I knew I didn't want to deal with it in the morning. We had to leave by 10:15a and we had us 5 plus our 6 month and 3 month old day care babies! As we were looking in her closet here hanbok (Korean dress) popped out at us. She tried the hat on and I was looking at the dress itself thinking it looked quite generous for her. Lo and behold, it still fits her!! It is intended to be worn at your first birthday! We found a compromise, quickly I might add. So, of course the boys needed to be dressed in Asian wear as well!!<br /><br />So we walked into town hall, in a town of 3100 like this....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCL9xv-JPz5lKQf_N3whEFVgxMTIFWaQEnm7kWxRqFS_33SdxhiFyhnHJ_k1whP0ET2bkXMbwLKGoq9zpa4rT1SUcWrP12QwHZoPut1knIYtvBVNOOfb-xICwagQx6uo7M1QWYT02VWRU/s1600-h/SANY0908.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCL9xv-JPz5lKQf_N3whEFVgxMTIFWaQEnm7kWxRqFS_33SdxhiFyhnHJ_k1whP0ET2bkXMbwLKGoq9zpa4rT1SUcWrP12QwHZoPut1knIYtvBVNOOfb-xICwagQx6uo7M1QWYT02VWRU/s320/SANY0908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433473542915865634" border="0" /></a><br />We were 10 minutes late and the judge was sitting on the bench already. YIKES! I am fairly certain we made our poor bil a nervous wreck. And they couldn't reach us on our cell phone because we had no coverage. :)) But our judge was AWESOME!! He had actually done our other 2 adoptions and is an adoptive father himself! He included the other 2 munchkins, talking to them and having them approach the bench to sign the actual adoption decree. They felt so proud and such a part of it all. Then he gave them each a lollipop!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQi2kYb8swetkYgBarsgkJ8aOSw1jLMoZ-xRBrg3PATa0a9DVPY2YSHl1P-411YbKfE_ValaPY-iXClkxaYV5FKVaRP9CY4MqD6hYVgagEebfPg9e138BUeJYWS5vrM4cXRIcFikTZmlk/s1600-h/SANY0913.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQi2kYb8swetkYgBarsgkJ8aOSw1jLMoZ-xRBrg3PATa0a9DVPY2YSHl1P-411YbKfE_ValaPY-iXClkxaYV5FKVaRP9CY4MqD6hYVgagEebfPg9e138BUeJYWS5vrM4cXRIcFikTZmlk/s320/SANY0913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433469898179825250" border="0" /></a>The 3 amigos!<br /><br />We celebrated by having home made spring rolls for dinner! YUMMY!!!!! It was the first time I made them and they were so good!! Everyone loved them, that doesn't happen very often!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSySzfg5VQLP00yaaQspdMzFlcjQUaL0mrirGNWEQolUzzpe_-1c0EnkbqCllfgVtxDyjGN9Yiu2Op-Ug88Ka1c8Pm2f_MsV14Pp05YQHHMRY7BxkBohRDIhG60HJ41DGC-r58mPtJZ4/s1600-h/SANY0906.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSySzfg5VQLP00yaaQspdMzFlcjQUaL0mrirGNWEQolUzzpe_-1c0EnkbqCllfgVtxDyjGN9Yiu2Op-Ug88Ka1c8Pm2f_MsV14Pp05YQHHMRY7BxkBohRDIhG60HJ41DGC-r58mPtJZ4/s320/SANY0906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433469889727068386" border="0" /></a>My favorite pic from the day....Jet with my Dad, who by the grace of God was able to be there mere weeks after a major heart attack. As you can tell by his face, Jet is a real ham! My Dad was pretending to eat his lollipop.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">On the drive home I mentioned to Papa, I wonder if the judge will still be around in another 2 years.......I will just say, I liked his comment.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I am going to continue to use our nicknames for the munchkins since I hope to keep this blog and am not too sure we won't do it again. ;))<br /><br />Hope you enjoyed!<br /></div></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-13402892841833847362010-01-28T21:02:00.000-08:002010-01-28T21:08:56.932-08:00Pictures tomorrow!Finalizing tomorrow!!!! We are all very excited. It is very different going to court to finalize with an older child. Jet is very aware of what we are doing and grasps at least a portion of the importance of it. I believe it will bring him a measure of peace in his comfort level as a member of our family!<br /><br />Outfits were picked out tonight! We will most definitely be making a statement!!<br /><br /> I will get pics up tomorrow late afternoon after my 2 daycare babies go home!<br /><br />Check back!!!!!!!!!!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-979267492861150872010-01-21T20:36:00.000-08:002010-01-21T20:53:03.642-08:00Our TimelineA few people have asked about our timing for finalizing, so I thought I would mention it here! We had our last post placement visit the beginning of November. Our SW gets our reports done very quickly but somehow November slipped through our fingers. My bil is our lawyer and in order for him to do the work and not charge us, he had to spend some time convincing others in his firm to allow him to do it. We also had the (one) judge who does adoptions out of town the last 2 weeks in December! <br /><br />Under normal circumstances, we could have easily made it to court in December. Our agency has been fantastic and responds very very quickly to finishing the necessary paperwork! So no hold up on that part!!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We do have a court date!! January 29th!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">One week and you can see his face!!!!</span><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-3400630070479915612010-01-19T19:08:00.000-08:002010-01-20T06:23:46.929-08:00Jump!Jet got up from the table this morning saying "I am so happy to have lots of days here" followed by "I am so happy to have family" all while smiling at me.<br /><br />Later in the morning, Jet came up to me and asked if he should call me Mama or Mae. I answered whatever he would like to call me. I was fairly sleepy and not completely sure Mae was the word for Mama in Thai, but I was hoping. As I was trying to process this through my sleep deprived mind, Jet stepped up to the plate and was telling me Mae was Thai for Mama. I must have had some mighty confused look on my face!!<br /><br />He chose Mae.<br /><br />I feel very honored to be brought into his world enough to share the name he would use if raised in Thailand. I would love to know what is going on inside his head to bring him to this point.<br /><br />Adopted children have so many losses in their lives. And they live with these losses forever. It isn't something that goes away after a time of adjustment. It does get easier, God willing. It may not take front place in their life or ours. But it is there and there is no instruction book that tells us when to expect feelings from their loss to surface. Or how best to help our children and ourselves cope.<br /><br />I knew about the losses or so I thought until we adopted our first older child. It has opened my eyes to so many things/areas that affect our children because they are adopted. The loss of language, smells, tastes, customs, traditions, way of raising, teaching, faith, dress, way of life, family business......<br /><br />At times I am overwhelmed by the losses these little beings have had so that I could be a mother. Their mother.<br /><br />Other times, I feel sadness. For them, for their birth families, for their birth country. For myself, because it is hard when their hearts ache.<br /><br />Then it turns to determination. You see, I know God is putting our family together. Without a doubt His hand has been on every adoption we have gone through. The following verse has meant so much to me through my grieving our infertility and accepting the path our life has taken. It has spoken to me many times, personally.<br /><br />อย่ากลัวเลย เพราะเราอยู่กับเจ้า เราจะนำเชื้อสายของเจ้ามาจากตะวันออก และเราจะรวบรวมเจ้ามาจากตะวันตก Isaiah 43, 5<br /><br />I believe God knew these children were to be ours before they were even 'knitted in their birth mothers' wombs'. Through all the trials and tribulations, heartaches and struggles, I am comforted by the knowledge that God will be with me through it all. All I have to do is ask.<br /><br />I am determined to do my part in raising these beautiful munchkins that have traveled half a world to make a family with me. I am determined to help them cope with their losses the best I can.<br /><br />I just take a deep breath, say a quick pray.......and jump!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-14179084613794020732010-01-16T19:40:00.000-08:002010-01-16T20:06:51.233-08:00Jet's DayJet wanted an exciting day and he got one! Just not sure I needed all the excitement that came with it. <br /><br />My father suffered a major heart attack this morning and had a stint put in one artery. He is stable at this time, we wait to see what damage was sustained. My mother was admitted shortly after, a combination of previous health concerns and today's stress.<br /><br />So no family birthday party and I was gone most of the day.<br /><br />However, while the cat is away the mice will play!<br /><br />A morning of DS and Wii play, lunch eaten AT Burger King, an afternoon of Wii, Star Wars movie, pizza (brought in, not Mama made!) for dinner followed by cake! All with Papa and the brother and sister!! Then the present opening. I was home in time for dinner and presents. Yeh!<br /><br />A picture or two tomorrow, I am exhausted.<br /><br />Please tell your family members you love them. And make sure you right with the Lord, for we never know the time or place. Blessings~<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-26670950166400031222010-01-15T21:03:00.001-08:002010-01-15T21:11:52.749-08:00Signed, Sealed and Delivered!We traversed to our lawyer's office today to sign the petition to adopt!! YIPEEEEEE!!!! It will be filed next Tuesday and we have a court date of February 5th. We can't wait!<br /><br />Most exciting, however, is the birthday we are celebrating tomorrow. Jet turns 9 and is SO excited! He has had to live through his brother and sister's birthdays before he gets to celebrate his first with a family. And gifts. <br /><br />Jet has truly not talked about anything else this week! Today by 10:15am I had heard no less than 5 times that tomorrow was his birthday. And I was only with him from 7am to 8:30! My sister had him for the rest of the time and heard it about 5x as well!! LOL<br /><br />He is just a little excited. Maybe.<br /><br />Check back tomorrow night for an birthday post!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-32215908851922056092010-01-13T20:52:00.000-08:002010-01-13T21:00:45.275-08:00Mama and Daddy's SonAfter I realized Jet was still concerned about being here in our family forever, we have talked about it quite often.<br /><br />Yesterday I was filling out a form for our lawyer and called Jet over to confirm with him his official name. I explained the papers and it was so we could go to court to have him as our son FOREVER.<br /><br />Today, Jet and I were alone in the car (only a daycare baby along) and he said:<br /><br />"I can't wait till we go somewhere and someone says I am Mama and Daddy's son forever. I never have to go anywhere else."<br /><br />I have explained to him no matter what anyone says, he is our son! I hope going to the *officials* helps to give him some piece of mind.<br /><br />We can't wait either, buddy!!! But you are OURS no matter what anybody says!!<br /><br />Then I can show his face!!!!!!!Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273212300539414362.post-64211445003245157932010-01-07T20:43:00.000-08:002010-01-13T20:35:25.788-08:00Hot and ColdJet has been home 8 months as of yesterday. He has had alot of changes in this time. Obviously! We knew this going in to adoption, especially of an older child.<br /><br />One we had really not put too much thought to was the temperature changes and it's affect on his body. The obvious was there. Jet lived in a very warm climate, we have cold/winter-y weather for about 5 months of the year. We KNEW he would be cold and would need many layers of clothes. Jet came home at the perfect time to adjust the best one could. It was early May and we had summer to look forward to.<br /><br />We could tell he was "warming" up to our weather when he was able to stop wearing a fleece hoodie. Outside. This past summer.<br /><br />He has been at least cool to the touch this whole winter so far. Even with 2-3 layers on top.<br /><br />The day after Christmas, the munchkins and I headed up to Minnesota's North Shore for a snowy vacation. We had no tv or internet where we were staying. We knew it was cold, we were only 1 hour from Canada! We bundled up and headed out. <br /><br />By our third day, Jet was not quite up to his usual active energy level. He had asked me 2x for water to drink and said his mouth was dry. I can count on one hand how many times Jet has asked for something to eat or drink. Including these 2x.<br /><br />After lunch, I happened to end up with my hand on Jet's head and realized he felt hot. His temp was almost 103*!<br /><br />There was no other symptoms. Never was. I kept him in for a day and we started to think maybe dehydration or temp change. <br /><br />It turns out it was just too much of a weather change. His poor little body was attempting to regulate itself to this wild change.<br /><br />I mean in just less than 8 months, he went from 105* weather to 10* highs with -25 to -30* weather including wind chills!<br /><br />Our kids are amazing if one really looks at all they endure when coming home to their forever families!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/101/4EF2EC5C89FFB60F51FCAE190BBAA697.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447695144901257069noreply@blogger.com2