Well, my children have forced me to eat my words as only children can. I don't know how it happened, but we have a new pic of the girls together. I couldn't believe how much Kya had changed in just the last few months. My baby's a growin'!
Monday, June 23, 2008
The girls have a sweet friend named Birtukan, but this post isn't about her (sorry sweetie!), but rather it is about this thing:
This past weekend we went out of town for a few days, and this orange moose was in the parking lot/lawn area of one of the hotels in the town that we were in. We drove past it a couple of times everyday on our way to visit our friends at the campground. Makenna thought it was so cool. This is about how the conversation went:
Makenna: "Look mom a huge animal thing."
Mama: Yep, that's a moose. What color is it?
Makenna: Orange. Birtukan. Let's call him Birtukan. Is it a boy?
Mama: Yep it's a boy. But, Birtukan would still be a good name (thanking god that she didn't ask anymore about the differences between a boy and girl moose as she has done in the past! :)). And, proud that her Amharic color came immediately after her English one. Well done baby!
So, everytime we drove past this orange moose she would yell "Hi Birtukan. Eat some grass big boy." or, "goodnight Birtukan, dream about eating some grass." It was hilarious and I was suprised at the little friendship she developed with this guy over the course of 4 days. When it was time to leave she wanted to take a picture with the moose, so here is Makenna, Ron and Kya with Birtukan.
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Saturday, June 21, 2008
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Thursday, June 12, 2008
But, it re-inforced again the wonderful friends that I have made through this process, and just out of similarity in life circumstances (others who have adopted from ET, from our adoption agency, religion, etc). Many I have never met in real life, and some I have. But, regardless, they are special friendships to me.
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Friday, June 6, 2008
A week ago today, my mom's dad died. Yes, technically that would be my grandfather, but he does not deserve that name. He was not a grandfather, especially not mine. I don't say that in a spirit of malice, but rather truth.
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