tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192203300024973372024-03-19T00:24:32.471-07:00A Beauty to RescueCrystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079283785228132950noreply@blogger.comBlogger143125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619220330002497337.post-60626916150739190012014-07-21T12:40:00.000-07:002014-07-21T12:46:07.093-07:004 months (a little late)<br />
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Baby Juliet is almost 6 months now, so this is a bit late, but her 4 month pictures turned out so cute I wanted to share. I have taken similar pictures of each of the children at 4 months old and took Kaylee's when we brought her home.<br />
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For those of you that don't know, Juliet has something called Vesicouretural reflex or kidney reflux. When she was 5 weeks old, she had a very high fever. I thought for sure she just had a cold, but our pediatrician said with a baby as young as she was we needed to take her to the ER. They did so many tests on her, poor baby. She ended up staying in the hospital for 3 days. I felt so bad, I realized she had been sick for a little while and I just didn't know it. She had been a pretty fussy baby from the time she was about 2 weeks old until she was given antibiotics in the hospital. I just thought she was going to be a hard baby. After taking the antibiotics she has been so sweet and easy and sleeps well now.<br />
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There are 5 grades of kidney reflux, 1 being the lowest and 5 the highest or worst. She has grade 5. We were so sad to find that out, but glad it wasn't anything worse. We've been to see a urologist and he reassured us that it is treatable and that he sees many children with this condition. She has been taking antibiotics daily since she was 5 weeks old and will continue to do so until either she grows out of it or she has surgery. For her grade there is a high chance she will not grow out of it, but for right now we are just taking it one day at a time and have not really talked about surgery with her doctor yet. She also has to see the urologist every 6 months and once a year will have dye injected into her bladder to see if it has changed any. We don't like the idea of her being on antibiotics for so long, but as our pediatrician has said it is a black and white situation. There aren't any gray areas with this condition, if she is not on antibiotics and she ends up getting a urinary tract infection she will likely have a kidney infection too and it could cause scarring and then she might lose her kidneys. With Kidney reflux every time she urinates the urine not only comes out of the body but also shoots back up into her kidneys. The antibiotic is keeping her urine sterile so when it backs up into her kidneys it won't cause any damage.<br />
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Our sweet little goo as we affectionately call her is so happy and such a good baby. Everyone loves her and rushes to pick her up whenever she makes a noise. She does not act like she's sick and has been in good health since her stay at the hospital. We only have to monitor her temperature and be sure she takes her antibiotics daily, which she loves. She sucks it out of the syringe like a pro and we jokingly call it baby candy :)<br />
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Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079283785228132950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619220330002497337.post-12044462469406619582014-05-03T16:11:00.000-07:002014-06-05T22:22:36.773-07:00Attachment/ Indiscriminate affectionSo, about a month ago I wrote this post, posted it, then Josh read it. He said I would offend certain people with it, so I took it off. Then somehow messed up my blog trying to fix it (it's still messed up). Anyway, I am reposting it now ( a little revised :)<br />
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We have had many people disagreeing or just not understanding why we do what we do with Kaylee. Here is the reason, hopefully communicated in a better way.<br />
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We adopted Kaylee three years ago, right before her second birthday. Before we even brought her home, we were told of the many issues she could have with attachment and thought "no problem, we can handle this", but had no idea how hard reality really would be. We took her to the adoption clinic when we first came home and they once again warned us of the various issues we could have and gave us a paper we could print off and hand out to friends. The paper said things like we should be the one to feed her, change her, answer all her needs, hug her, etc.<br />
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We were already noticing that she was not attached and had indiscriminate affection with anyone and everyone. She instantly loved anyone and everyone who came over including the tile man and crawled to him when he came to measure our tile. She loved the other moms at the park, and likely would have gone home with them and not even thought twice about us. She HAD to have every person who came over give her attention, if they did not she would roll around on the floor and have the hugest fit ever. The first time she did this, I thought something was wrong with her. I had no idea that was the reason she was throwing a fit. Anyone who came over, she would crawl all over their laps, hang on them, beg them to pick her up, smack them in the face, pull their glasses off, incessantly point out her bow (for over 2 years) just to get the attention she craved and needed. At church, she would have huge crocodile tears when I left the room, but not for the reason one would assume. She was not missing me, she was smart and learned that if I was not around and she cried, someone would come to her rescue.<br />
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This is not such a bad thing, if you live in an orphanage. It is a fight for survival instinct. She needs love, she needs attention. But, it is not a good thing to have when you have a family and she needed to learn to trust us. To come to US. To have us meet her needs. To know, mommy and daddy are here to stay.<br />
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So, we tried to do what we were told and what we read in books about attachment. So many people gave us such a hard time about it. I mean like, everyone. "She's just sweet because she has Down syndrome." "Just one hug won't hurt" "She'll learn not to go up to people when she's older "(we are still trying to break habits in her that probably never will be broken, so that is not always true) "she knows you are her mommy" etc, etc, etc.<br />
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So, we stopped. And just let her be. But then we couldn't go anywhere or have anyone over. It was just too hard to always have to watch her like a hawk and make sure she wasn't snuggling up to some stranger or climbing in someone's lap and taking their glasses off or begging for food from someone we didn't know or running off. When people came over, she did the same things. I tried not to let it bother me, hoping it would just go away on its own. But, I knew I wouldn't let any of the other kids do it, so why would I let her? We were prisoners in our own home, we wanted a somewhat normal life again.<br />
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We knew we had to do something. We knew she wasn't attached to us, no matter what others saw, we knew we were the same to her as my parents or our friends or some random stranger. For good reason. She didn't know what a mom and dad were. She didn't know we were supposed to be the ones she was to turn to. She likely had 10 moms.<br />
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So, we stopped any and all physical contact with other people. If we went somewhere, she stayed with us. If someone came over, she stayed with us. We told all of our friends to please not pick her up, hug her, kiss her, allow her to sit on their laps, let her lean against them and anything else that was connecting her physically to someone else. When we go someplace or if someone comes over, we would warn her beforehand and say "we are going in the store/ friends are coming over, you are not to go up to anyone, ask them to hold you or hug them", then we'd say " who are you supposed to hug?" At first, we'd give her the answers, now she knows them on her own. "mommy and daddy and brothers and sisters" Are we to hug strangers? No. Are we to hug friends? No. You can say hi, you can shake their hands, you can give them a fist bump, you can play. If she did not listen, then I would keep her by me. If the other person did not respect our wishes and do as we ask, then we kept her with us. She was happy, she did not feel left out. She wasn't sad. We loved her. We hugged and kissed her many times during the day.<br />
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We have been doing this for about a year. With much resistance from others. I have cried many times wondering if we are doing the right thing.<br />
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It has worked though. I would say she is mostly attached now. A huge example is today we went to the mall to play. I sat on a bench to nurse the baby while the kids played. She PLAYED! A year ago, she would have been more interested in going up to someone or getting attention from one of the other moms. She said hi to people and she was happy, so she is not deprived of love as one person has said. She even called out to ME a few times from across the room as she was playing, she wanted to show ME something.<br />
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This does not mean that we can just forget about it and let her do as she pleases though. A few weeks ago, we noticed that she was doing much better and were going to just let her start hugging people naturally and see how it worked out. Then, someone came over and hugged and kissed on her. She then started to hug and kiss everyone she would see, so we know it is something we need to gradually work on and still have boundaries.<br />
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Really, I'm kind of sick of hearing people say she is this way because of having Down syndrome. I wouldn't allow my other kids to go and hug all over strangers, so why would I think it was ok of her? Can she not learn? Of course she can, she shows me every day how capable she is.<br />
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We hope one day she will be able to know the difference between a stranger and a friend. We hope she will be able to hug people and do it appropriately. She is not there yet.<br />
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We are trying to allow her to hug people if she asks to hug them, only if we are around. What we do not want is for people to initiate hugging from her, but to naturally let it happen if she wants to hug others. <br />
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I want so bad for her to just be treated like any other almost 5 year old would be treated. If that means ignoring her, then by all means, please ignore her. As harsh as that sounds, I would much rather that than she have special treatment from a stranger or even well meaning friend.<br />
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We DON'T know what we are doing, but we are doing what we feel is best for her. We've never done this before, we are definitely not pros at this. I know many people will not agree with us in how we raise her. As hard as that is for me and as much as I hate that, in the end we are the ones who have to answer to God for how we were as parents, not those around us.<br />
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We had our baby on January 31st at 11:39 A.M. after an extremely quick labor and delivery. I was hoping for fast, but it was so fast, it took me by surprise. It was very surreal and I was almost sad it was over. Must have been hormones, as I don't especially enjoy labor :) </div>
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So far, things are going very easy, but Josh is also still home, so next week might be a different story.</div>
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These are pictures of her bedroom that she won't be using for a few months :) It sure was fun decorating it though, even if it is silly since she won't care too much about it. We did this room as cheaply as possible and used paint and fabric we already had.<br />
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A painting that I made for her room, I love how it turned out.<br />
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Malika and Justus also made some paintings for her room. It is hard to see from this picture, but Justus painted a bird and Malika painted an owl.<br />
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This is her ultrasound picture.<br />
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Some friends gave me a baby shower and this scripture was the theme of the party.<br />
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Crib rail cover that I made. I bought that owl fabric a few years ago because I loved it and just had it laying around until I decided to decorate this room.<br />
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So many have asked lately if I'm going to update my blog with pictures, so here they are. I really have been meaning to update sooner, but here it is a year later. Oh well, better late than never. </div>
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It was a very busy year for us last year. We have been busy remodeling our kitchen and updating our house. We found out we are expecting again, a little girl. I am actually due in about 2 weeks with her, we are all very excited and can't wait to meet her. </div>
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Malika turned 6 this year and is working on first grade. We are homeschooling and she is doing extremely well, I think she might take after her daddy as she picks everything up so quickly and is great at math. She is such a great helper for me and a good big sister. The kids were at my parents house one night before Christmas so we could go Christmas shopping. My mom said that Malika took care of Kaylee all night and even made her a place to lay on the couch while they watched a movie and then later put her to bed. It makes me so proud that she would take care of Kaylee and love her when I'm not around. She is so so excited to have a new baby sister and can not wait to meet her.</div>
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Justus turned 4 this year. He is our little artist, from the time he wakes up until he goes to bed, he is drawing and coloring. He is really good too and can draw anything from memory. He and Malika are still best friends and do everything together. They started Awana's this year and he loves it so much. On wednesday's they go to Awana's at 6:30, but he starts getting ready about 4. He takes wearing his vest and bringing his bag very seriously. This year we have discovered that Justus is a much more allergic to nuts than we originally thought. Not only is it peanuts, but also cashews and something in hummus, we are unsure what yet. We had to call 911 once after he ate cashews, it was so scary, but I'm very grateful they knew what to do and took care of him so quickly. It seems like he is becoming even more sensitive to it since Christmas, so we have banned any nut from our house for the time being. We plan on taking him to an allergist and figuring out more what is ok and what is not. For now, he carries an Epi-pen junior and we just warn him over and over to ask before eating anything. Last week, I took him and Seth to a thrift store and they wanted some candy, so I bought some for them. Then, Justus says "good, I don't want this then" as he hands me a peanut m&m. Almost gave me a heart attack. </div>
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Kaylee is doing well, she surprises me with how much she understands and knows. She is still not talking much, but takes so much in. The other day I was holding her like a baby and asked if she was a baby, she shakes her head no. Then I ask if she is a big girl, she nods yes. Then I ask if she knows we are having a baby, yes. I ask where the baby is, she points to my belly. Then I ask if she is going to love the baby, yes, is she going to kiss the baby, yes, is she going to take care of the baby, yes. Then I wanted to see if she was just saying yes or if she really understood, so I asked if she would be mean to the baby, she shakes her head very hard no. That was a complete surprise to me, that she understood everything and answered correctly, not that she would be mean to the baby, she is very sweet and loving. Even though she is developmentally where Seth is, she still mothers him and tries to take care of him.</div>
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Seth is our little tornado, he goes from one room to the next destroying and getting into things. But, he is just so cute it is hard to stay angry with him. He and Kaylee are best friends, the newest thing they do is play duck duck goose. Of course, neither of them understand and just run around in a circle saying "duck, duck" over and over. Seth is our little dancer and will dance anytime he hears music. He put us through quite a scare this year, he was diagnosed with viral asthma. So, every time he gets sick, he has an asthma attack. I feel like it is pretty controlled now, but it is still so scary every time he has trouble breathing. </div>
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Malika dressed and ready for her dance recital.</div>
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Strawberry picking. Kaylee was in heaven, being able to eat as many strawberries as she wanted.</div>
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Eating ice cream cones on a hot summer day. I don't know what I was thinking, must be the 4th child syndrome or something, but I gave them ice cream cones in the car from Sonic. Not good, at all. They finished what was left at home as I cleaned up.</div>
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We enjoyed swimming in our pool last summer. Malika even learned how to swim. </div>
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Justus and Malika on Justus' birthday </div>
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We had a spider-man pool party for Justus' birthday. This is him with his friend. </div>
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Seth being super cute.</div>
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Kaylee on her birthday. We decided to do 2 different birthdays for her and Justus this year. She took hers very seriously and knew it was all about her and made sure everyone else knew it was HER day. </div>
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Malika on her birthday. </div>
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It is our yearly birthday tradition to chart their growth. Daddy is very particular and has to do it ON their birthday.</div>
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Pictures from the beach</div>
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And one last one of our little bugaboo. He keeps us laughing and definitely on our toes. </div>
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The other night I tried to get a picture of Kaylee with me and every time I took the picture and looked at it, she would have this ridiculous look on her face, so we'd try again. They were so funny I had to share.</div>
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So much has happened in the last few months since my last post. Seth turned 1. Malika started Kindergarten and is now able to read. We found an amazing speech therapist for Kaylee and she is even saying a few words now. We put our house on the market. I cleaned like crazy for all of our showings and it eventually paid off, we sold our house this month! The way it happened I believe was completely God. </div>
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We had our house on the market about 3 months and had an offer, but it was way too low. We went back and forth with the people that offered, but we couldn't come to an agreement on a price. It was so stressful trying to keep the house in perfect condition with 4 little ones and having to pack them up and leave the house for the showings, so the same day we found out the other people walked away we decided to take it off the market for the holidays. Later in the day a realtor called to set an appointment to show the house. I told her it wasn't a good day and we were taking it off the market anyway. She said her clients were really interested and asked if we could just show it one last time. She was so nice and understanding, I said yes, but I wasn't cleaning it. They were the ones to buy our house! And it was at a much higher offer than we expected. </div>
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We had a month to find a new house, move and close on our old house. Oh, how stressful and crazy it has been. We did find a house. It is a perfect house for us and we love it. I have been looking at houses for 2 years and haven't found one that I loved. Without wanting to knock down a wall or add a room, anyway. The house we found went on the market just a few weeks before we found it. When we came to look at it, I said it was the house and we didn't need to look at anymore. </div>
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It is perfect for our needs. It is all one level, and we have doubled our space from our previous house. We miss our old house, but look forward to making this one our home. </div>
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The kids love it. Seth especially, he can get to all the toys anytime he wants (the toys were upstairs in the old house to keep it neat for the showings). Justus says he wants to go back home, but I can tell he likes this house too. Kaylee has adjusted well, the first day she was a bit out of sorts, she just sat on the floor and did nothing. I think she just didn't know what was going on as it was completely different. Malika wasn't even phased at all about moving, she's just happy to have a purple room and a huge closet with a light:) The cat hates it, but we didn't expect her too as she is afraid of her own shadow. </div>
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Seth playing outside in the sandbox, one of his favorite things to do. </div>
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Seth and Kaylee love each other. They are best friends. When Seth is taking a nap, Kaylee just mopes around waiting for him. And Seth gets excited when he sees Kaylee first thing in the morning. They really are double trouble together. They definitely keep me on my toes. See those puzzles in the background? This day, they decided to dump every last puzzle on the ground and laugh as mommy put them back together.<br />
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We dressed our cat, Liberty, up for Christmas. She wasn't exactly happy about it, the kids were though.<br />
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Malika had her first dance recital. She was a bunny in Narnia. I am so proud of her, she did an awesome job. She is so shy, I really thought she would just stand there, but she did her dance perfectly.<br />
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Kaylee and Seth had their second Christmas. This was the first Christmas that the kids woke us up early.<br />
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Malika is so beautiful. She is showing off her favorite gift from her stocking, her butterfly headband.<br />
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When I look at this picture, I now see what others see when I am out. They all look the same age. No wonder people always say I have my hands full.<br />
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With our Birthday cake for Jesus.<br />
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I always take pictures every year on the kids birthdays. So, today we finally took their pictures. We went downtown to take them. They turned out sooo good, I love them all. I had such a hard time deciding which ones to post, so that is why there are so many of them. </div>
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Malika is 5 and Justus and Kaylee are 3. Seth turns 1 next month, so I will be taking his one year pictures then. </div>
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Recently we've started Kindergarten with Malika. We are homeschooling and are using the Sonlight curriculum. We love it. She is also learning to read using All About Reading. We have only been doing it for about a week, but she is picking it up very quickly.</div>
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Justus and Kaylee are learning along with Malika, but we aren't doing any formal curriculum with them. They of course listen to the books and learn the memory verse and sit with us when we are doing workbook pages. I make stuff up for Justus to cut and color, he loves it and calls it his school stuff. </div>
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Kaylee is learning her colors. At least, I'm hoping she is learning them. We are going over them often and I hope she truly is picking them up. I've just started teaching her the signs for all of them. She is learning more sounds, still no "real" words. I do think she is trying to talk though. She is very smart though and understands all that we say to her. The other day she pooped at nap time. When I got her out of her bed I frowned and said "we don't poopy in our bed, that is yucky", after I cleaned her up, I was talking to her about it. I asked her where we go poopy, she signed "potty". I was surprised, we have gone over this many times and I never got a response before. Then, I asked her if we go poopy in our bed, she shook her head no!! I love it when she responds to me. Even though she isn't talking, I know she is so smart and I think she thinks very normally, so I am trying to add new signs in more often so she will be able to communicate better. I think we are well past 50 signs now that she knows and she uses most of them. I do still try to get her to say words. This is how it usually goes: </div>
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me:nah-nah-nah-nah-nah (if I keep repeating it, she finally gets it)</div>
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her: (finallly)nah-nah</div>
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me:yay(clapping), now say ba</div>
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Malika got a new bike for her birthday. She loves it so much. The first couple days she rode it in the house. Now, every single day she begs to go out to ride it. Yesterday, we all went on a bike ride around the block, she was so happy she couldn't stop smiling. Justus has wanted a bike now too, we told him maybe next year for his birthday (he has a tricycle). Yesterday, we went to my parents house and they gave him a bike they got at a yard sale. He loves that thing. He keeps calling it his new bike. I love how kids don't see things for how much they cost or what they look like. </div>
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I can't believe she is 5! I remember bringing her home from the hospital like it was yesterday. </div>
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<b>Three years ago in a hospital in Ukraine a little baby was born. She was not a mistake. She wasn't born for nothing.</b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">What was it like? Was she held? Did someone stare into her eyes? Did her mom have her heart wrenched from her body knowing that she could not keep her? Or did she just walk away and not look back? </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">These questions bring tears to my eyes. I would like to think that her mom loved her and wanted her, but because of circumstances was unable to care for her. I want to think that the nurses surrounded her with love. However it really was, I do know one thing. God cared for her and loved her. He says He will never leave us or forsake us. He did not leave her. She was not forgotten. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">He put her in our hearts and brought us together. Our lives will forever be changed because of Kaylee.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">I am truly honored to be called by God to be her mommy.</span></span><br />
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Do you have a child out there? Go to <a href="http://reecesrainbow.org/">Reeces Rainbow</a> to see all the other waiting children.</div>
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Look what Kaylee learned to do.</div>
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<br />Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079283785228132950noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619220330002497337.post-20549597332522155602012-03-31T16:25:00.000-07:002012-03-31T16:25:58.351-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I keep waiting to post on my blog when I have some inspiration and/or time and since neither has come, here are some pictures. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> How's that? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCLmA_YIucZZcf0lm1qL9Bts275S3RD3925cTV6FaK4cFw7qwJ8bCbXEyK5c3iiqU8K8RmE3eSwQ8kWGgI3UC2k5bR2dO72yNQsmRSjBuxPHscXURRNEZdFJsHNtSF7Th1E0479KtCbYMh/s1600/DSC_1596.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCLmA_YIucZZcf0lm1qL9Bts275S3RD3925cTV6FaK4cFw7qwJ8bCbXEyK5c3iiqU8K8RmE3eSwQ8kWGgI3UC2k5bR2dO72yNQsmRSjBuxPHscXURRNEZdFJsHNtSF7Th1E0479KtCbYMh/s640/DSC_1596.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> Am I supposed to eat that too?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCXC3V3CnmWaabTLq5t-pWLoHyncoqSM6ago9E1ebKFV_7TkJ5cD2lgg3rak0on2AWkXMccQfRuW8oNuhJ_I-qHKpVE_Bf0ZivSCDT6qEZJqn5SJiYqX31UwYITwlkIfpbZuPaljYnlRx/s1600/DSC_1598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCXC3V3CnmWaabTLq5t-pWLoHyncoqSM6ago9E1ebKFV_7TkJ5cD2lgg3rak0on2AWkXMccQfRuW8oNuhJ_I-qHKpVE_Bf0ZivSCDT6qEZJqn5SJiYqX31UwYITwlkIfpbZuPaljYnlRx/s640/DSC_1598.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Yes, I know I am so cute.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY1QvsdTWjQlwhZkLTms64Fdjs-4PMZeOZs8yVMeTWnZWDpK2dbz4j_XZ9bhHVZyumscJ996gTqW8k0XLn-NzQHBhRc_WWDi4mFFAC_wR9bAeUKOmQfMFOoTozO-d0BWk1jZfXkVAtnpVy/s1600/DSC_1600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY1QvsdTWjQlwhZkLTms64Fdjs-4PMZeOZs8yVMeTWnZWDpK2dbz4j_XZ9bhHVZyumscJ996gTqW8k0XLn-NzQHBhRc_WWDi4mFFAC_wR9bAeUKOmQfMFOoTozO-d0BWk1jZfXkVAtnpVy/s640/DSC_1600.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is my good side, did you get it?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ZMDh0RsoNzNdxRYC7hE-_9j7G-mByX7PNE4oiRUiENm2Q9yzLYO5A3NMGXbTmhK2yjMuE5sCwJoCmzQnjsR8zq9NpmIF93tv6uq29NQuhfOl5-OpJukOcRFjlAWo4XhxAbFQT8qhKg5B/s1600/DSC_1601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ZMDh0RsoNzNdxRYC7hE-_9j7G-mByX7PNE4oiRUiENm2Q9yzLYO5A3NMGXbTmhK2yjMuE5sCwJoCmzQnjsR8zq9NpmIF93tv6uq29NQuhfOl5-OpJukOcRFjlAWo4XhxAbFQT8qhKg5B/s640/DSC_1601.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Here, try this angle too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHjPh7B5hsxmltQLfwUr35Wa6HgskvpDi1sKKLKnVRf-uueFhSnvaGN5Sup-63HSPH9cT6qMYHVxJ7_UvmxutVBbiMXRrcJdGGuK6UnhsD6fyyGE4SP0kQl8cGEvkR5dV9h6DsW-u7wm2/s1600/DSC_1602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHjPh7B5hsxmltQLfwUr35Wa6HgskvpDi1sKKLKnVRf-uueFhSnvaGN5Sup-63HSPH9cT6qMYHVxJ7_UvmxutVBbiMXRrcJdGGuK6UnhsD6fyyGE4SP0kQl8cGEvkR5dV9h6DsW-u7wm2/s640/DSC_1602.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br />
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Kaylee is doing so good. I think she takes 3 steps forward for a few weeks, then takes 2 steps back. I really should be used to it by now, but it still surprises me every time. The latest was being around friends. She was doing so well, but then started to climb all over people when they came over or when we would go places. Made me not want to go anywhere or have anyone over. She usually leaves strangers alone now, most of the time anyway, or at least will ask if she can go up to them.<br />
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Anyway, when we would be around friends, she would climb all over them or beg them to hold her constantly. This may not seem like such a big deal, except that we are still trying to form attachments with her. She also, would start doing all the things she knows she isn't supposed to be doing.<br />
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After talking with some other adoptive moms, I think I realized I have allowed her to get away with things when other people are around, rather than disciplining her for things she isn't allowed to do. It has been more out of fear of what others will think of me. I have learned that with Kaylee I have to be completely firm in what I say and I never want to come across as mean. I also have this fear that people will think I'm treating her differently because she is adopted.<br />
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I have taken the advice and am consistent with her whether we are at home or out. The other day at some friends house, she was sitting on our friends lap and started to take his glasses off. She isnt allowed to do that and already knows that. He said it was no big deal and was trying to get his glasses out of her death grip ( whoever said kids with DS have low muscle tone hasn't met Kaylee :)Anyway, I snatched her up so quickly, she was probably frightened into obeying. I told her we don't do that, and she knows it and put her in time out for a few minutes. We had no problems after that. So, I think I have found the secret.<br />
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Kaylee is making such huge improvements in so many areas. She can say "up" now, sometimes I'm not sure she really understands what it means as she says it when it isn't appropriate to say it. But, at least she is trying. She is also saying so many new sounds. And she is signing a lot more and perfecting the signs she already knows. She has about 40+ signs that she uses frequently.<br />
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She is so smart. Even though she doesn't talk, she communicates very well.Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079283785228132950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619220330002497337.post-24378425871676329312012-01-10T14:49:00.000-08:002012-01-10T14:49:54.509-08:00So grateful<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As hard as life is right now, with all the craziness and chaos at times, I am so grateful. I love having four children. This morning, I may or may not have said that. I was trying to make lunch, while holding the baby. Justus pooped in his pants, so I laid the baby down. I took Justus to the potty, heard the baby cry. Told Justus to stay on the potty, ran to the baby. Kaylee had fallen on the baby with a huge hard plastic toy. So, I consoled the baby, took the chicken out of the oven before it burned. Then went back to Justus, who WAS still on the potty, but had scooted all around the potty and smeared poop everywhere. So, yeah, I may not have said that this morning, ha ha. BUT, I am grateful that God must have seen way more in me than I see to trust me with each of these little ones. I love them all so much. I love to watch them run around playing with each other. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here are a few pictures from the last month.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The kids with their cards from my Grandma. They were so happy to have them. Justus carried his around for two days and called it his "book".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_WLlVhPeIYZ-t2M2MJZsZmnVH6rzo_zGqs1lV3pUkHc7pZwZTArRLDG5EtvTtcfwxASj8hI6HRnf8ava-oIgewhfrQg2cOMJ_V1EhM1EEI8te7zkUl1Fm_AyrGaBS0wyV2J42OMGZXEBc/s1600/DSC_1102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_WLlVhPeIYZ-t2M2MJZsZmnVH6rzo_zGqs1lV3pUkHc7pZwZTArRLDG5EtvTtcfwxASj8hI6HRnf8ava-oIgewhfrQg2cOMJ_V1EhM1EEI8te7zkUl1Fm_AyrGaBS0wyV2J42OMGZXEBc/s640/DSC_1102.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Malika decorating her gingerbread house. It has been our tradition since Malika was a baby to invite our friends over to make gingerbread houses with us. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1AkFeiUNTh1kZxi5KI568APS0RiWmxlPlOhBEwbgc7HwAZIQlT9-kXn9uplvImTkH07xvby2PpBr8uCT-_XgH-V7hHHkwfS_85oK1TIaViAaG1fAiRwfRFqUc-tITcmuQ4Uey4NKId_m1/s1600/DSC_1115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1AkFeiUNTh1kZxi5KI568APS0RiWmxlPlOhBEwbgc7HwAZIQlT9-kXn9uplvImTkH07xvby2PpBr8uCT-_XgH-V7hHHkwfS_85oK1TIaViAaG1fAiRwfRFqUc-tITcmuQ4Uey4NKId_m1/s640/DSC_1115.jpg" width="424" /></a></div> Our family with our gingerbread houses. They had so much fun making them, but mostly eating all the candy.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">All the kids that made gingerbread houses.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmyT315TVldnHMhdaz4L-U9QTXVkiFhj7K6RJTvkfvTNl4df55wM16zdCeNumOFElkzK-81ud-ouXr4c_-aSKBAJhI834F-XVVFgAtPnMd19B903DV2jAAsG3nKDdmnrRGQBRQn9euAoN/s1600/DSC_1131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmyT315TVldnHMhdaz4L-U9QTXVkiFhj7K6RJTvkfvTNl4df55wM16zdCeNumOFElkzK-81ud-ouXr4c_-aSKBAJhI834F-XVVFgAtPnMd19B903DV2jAAsG3nKDdmnrRGQBRQn9euAoN/s640/DSC_1131.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Kaylee LOVES the bird. When she hears the him she goes crazy, and recently has started requesting to hold the him. She looks so happy to hold him here, although, I'm not sure she really likes it. Yet, she always holds her arm out for us to put him on it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WnS8DGkaqlF4RnJmKRbb2o2mDOvndMMw-4NkqMcT6ZHK-K0EDLo-LI8Y6GxSdkgyoBy9dXN8ZjlMpOCGDv9e_yHfbQZbBeHfIOCmpbfuJlyKAfJbTJvczyWoNIKd05DsfGG0dNoMRFOW/s1600/DSC_1151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WnS8DGkaqlF4RnJmKRbb2o2mDOvndMMw-4NkqMcT6ZHK-K0EDLo-LI8Y6GxSdkgyoBy9dXN8ZjlMpOCGDv9e_yHfbQZbBeHfIOCmpbfuJlyKAfJbTJvczyWoNIKd05DsfGG0dNoMRFOW/s640/DSC_1151.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> So excited! Kaylee actually loves any animal and when she sees one, she starts screaming.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHgQvwXKOa62xsSD7Ur1B1KZ0h0Aa8_GpaI8tiUarm2f7F5q04_H17A-Q1hgoH2Mh8AyLOvrUxj9rJpn3x3GR0nr6MGMRnnPuAx2BCkURGMW9Gv8MxQI7IrHQbrwGKLUVrt4hYi0Yv3Xy3/s1600/DSC_1152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHgQvwXKOa62xsSD7Ur1B1KZ0h0Aa8_GpaI8tiUarm2f7F5q04_H17A-Q1hgoH2Mh8AyLOvrUxj9rJpn3x3GR0nr6MGMRnnPuAx2BCkURGMW9Gv8MxQI7IrHQbrwGKLUVrt4hYi0Yv3Xy3/s640/DSC_1152.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> It was so nice to have Kaylee here this Christmas. I went back and read what I wrote last Christmas and it seems like a lifetime ago. It's hard to believe that was just a year ago. So much has happened in just a year.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">This was Christmas Eve, the kids got to open their stockings. I found this little container to put snacks in for Kaylee while we are in the car. It was too funny at first, she knew there was food in it, but couldn't figure out how to get it out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRCMOjEwDMO1Udoat0X84wxFwZo2LtzSi3ULRUE0KS2nXDNKP8L92CG1vsCY0ce7KOWBXuj6LUpvEfsKk4JfHta0Xnk70kRpweqCrpFJY9anFdtbfBCpZ-Wo8wDb9kdukm9GYj5CSubJ0g/s1600/DSC_1163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRCMOjEwDMO1Udoat0X84wxFwZo2LtzSi3ULRUE0KS2nXDNKP8L92CG1vsCY0ce7KOWBXuj6LUpvEfsKk4JfHta0Xnk70kRpweqCrpFJY9anFdtbfBCpZ-Wo8wDb9kdukm9GYj5CSubJ0g/s640/DSC_1163.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> But, then Big Sister showed her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTL_KUhWi0X_fvXA54Z2saYCj6n_IAzc60sU7AOjN9xoqocXFSCfVi3QkTxpMSam1mu6tU0iLfxwUwfH-aJ2ngg7sdEklplJR363IfJFAS5yv3mz_NNvYLvj7eGFcU384Bg0jxzkbFNhdm/s1600/DSC_1165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTL_KUhWi0X_fvXA54Z2saYCj6n_IAzc60sU7AOjN9xoqocXFSCfVi3QkTxpMSam1mu6tU0iLfxwUwfH-aJ2ngg7sdEklplJR363IfJFAS5yv3mz_NNvYLvj7eGFcU384Bg0jxzkbFNhdm/s640/DSC_1165.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Our other little one celebrating his first Christmas. Oh how blessed we are to have two new little people this year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheXDFnGjUs6m6Rk6tXMfIlUnXxpX0exB5m-4-cMvU2V6HSz6L2iFGdVJQ9PvhQIxrXGViiw2n3f3-c4SCKCerGT-dPV5xvk3Dk0lOjPI_arUpzG166TtFd7WvcVEGTQCIIuOg9-_W82MD0/s1600/DSC_1168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheXDFnGjUs6m6Rk6tXMfIlUnXxpX0exB5m-4-cMvU2V6HSz6L2iFGdVJQ9PvhQIxrXGViiw2n3f3-c4SCKCerGT-dPV5xvk3Dk0lOjPI_arUpzG166TtFd7WvcVEGTQCIIuOg9-_W82MD0/s640/DSC_1168.jpg" width="424" /></a></div> Justus got some new soap in his stocking. I took this picture for daddy, because he thinks it is so funny when Justus smells something. Yes, he is smelling it and no, he doesn't think it smells bad.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079283785228132950noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619220330002497337.post-52986269591932559692011-12-21T11:36:00.000-08:002011-12-21T11:36:11.053-08:00The perfect giftLast year for Christmas one adoptive mom started a new tradition by putting money in an envelope and putting it in their stockings. The money was for each person to pick a child off the <a href="http://static.reecesrainbow.org/angeltreekids/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">angel tree</span></a> from Reeces Rainbow and send the money to go into that child's account. So, on Christmas morning when they found their envelope, they would go to the computer and pick out their child, put that child's name on it and then put it in the mailbox.<br />
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I love this idea so much, that we will also be doing it this year.<br />
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It seems others liked it as well, and they have started a new thing called <a href="http://reecesrainbow.org/angeltreedollars"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Angel Tree dollars</span></a>.<br />
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Please go check out <a href="http://covenantbuilders.blogspot.com/2011/12/perfect-gift-2011.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Julia's</span></a> blog post about this and consider doing this with your family as well. The more money in each child's account, the easier it will be for that child to be adopted. So many people want to adopt or have thought about it, but don't go through with it because of the cost. If we can raise the money for them, then so many more children will have homes and can celebrate their first Christmas next year!<br />
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Don't turn your head the other way<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>They need someone to care. These are just a few of the many children that are still waiting.</b></span><br />
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She has several things wrong with her eyes, and from what I have read about them, they are all connected. She has nystagmus, albinism, and severe astigmatism. The nystagmus causes her eyes to vibrate back and forth. She tips her head back to look at something, at first I thought it was muscle control. The Eye Doctor said it has to do with the nystagmus and it is a good thing, because she has found her null point. My understanding is that this is where her eyes stay still so she can see. The albinism, we believe is just in her eyes, though we haven't tested to know for sure. Ocular albinism is when there isn't enough pigment in the eyes.<br />
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The Eye Doctor prescribed glasses to see if they will help.<br />
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So, we set out to find the <strike>most attractive and stylish glasses</strike> least destructible glasses. And here they are (see the baby on the floor in the background? It is a real baby :), I put him down for a minute to do something and he slept for an hour!)<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In this picture, do you see how Kaylee is tilting her head back? She is looking at the cookie. (Justus looks like he might jump across the table to get to the cookie). This is how Kaylee usually tips her head back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ScjMamVQefBkFm0HBplDqyVmzX_Lw45QjfLKhsCvy-YXuQo3uhZBBWz_3GZuXr4E6amHArzex6Mo9tMHK-OXB78S_GARoxb30VugYkwFW6W7pEkgQn4CCHwrOEObc5lS9merWlSIkvRh/s1600/DSC_0908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ScjMamVQefBkFm0HBplDqyVmzX_Lw45QjfLKhsCvy-YXuQo3uhZBBWz_3GZuXr4E6amHArzex6Mo9tMHK-OXB78S_GARoxb30VugYkwFW6W7pEkgQn4CCHwrOEObc5lS9merWlSIkvRh/s640/DSC_0908.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But, with the glasses, she tips her head even further. It looks as though she is trying to look under them, but I don't think so. The strangest thing, she also opens her mouth very wide while wearing them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ69HZp9WQl81PhrOsjTdG6wwRWkJt2kCLqd0jMfRQiooxP58mYif3MHVtqaV5-y7C91vaKdQs_BMxtj2sDSDCVHhF9l9xy6P-DDPPkEPywkBmjloldb6AO0PbgWqTdYpFkuFzSZotA1wU/s1600/DSC_0941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ69HZp9WQl81PhrOsjTdG6wwRWkJt2kCLqd0jMfRQiooxP58mYif3MHVtqaV5-y7C91vaKdQs_BMxtj2sDSDCVHhF9l9xy6P-DDPPkEPywkBmjloldb6AO0PbgWqTdYpFkuFzSZotA1wU/s640/DSC_0941.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In this one, to get her to not tilt her head down, I snapped my fingers near the ground. See, she isn't looking at the camera.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHeoqq_iC8O0GQIEvhc-8Nuggc5r876iUPnIixToduo223S8boXfagwEaDMzdjdsSo1GCTFpsO2PAauCz_L38JRD54dqovCDhjNGCkNYdQe7AF7pUJ-vBQxiz82lH5_fApbMMGsrsWizC/s1600/DSC_0938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHeoqq_iC8O0GQIEvhc-8Nuggc5r876iUPnIixToduo223S8boXfagwEaDMzdjdsSo1GCTFpsO2PAauCz_L38JRD54dqovCDhjNGCkNYdQe7AF7pUJ-vBQxiz82lH5_fApbMMGsrsWizC/s640/DSC_0938.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Oh, there you are.<br />
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</div>Ok, so I wanted to see if she still did it with the glasses off. No, she doesn't. This is probably one of the cutest pictures I have of her. Look at her poor face, she has been falling so much lately. That is another thing that is worrying me.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I think because of the many hard times, I have not wanted to write on my blog. I didn't want to just put up a bunch of cute pictures with empty words and I definitely did not want to put it all out there, how hard this really was. I wanted to have it all together. I didn't want to look like a failure, I wanted to be like the many other adoptive parents and just completely fall in love with my child. I so wanted that love, but it wasn't there. Some days, I tried so hard. Other days, I failed miserably and did not even try, but cried instead.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I never once dreamed this would be me. I thought that I could love anyone. I didn't expect it to be so hard. When we went through our homestudy, our social worker asked so many questions about loving a child that was not biologically ours, my answers were all the right ones. Of course, I would love any child. It has always been easy for me to love the "least of these", my whole life, I "mothered" anything I could possibly get my hands on. So, why would this be any different. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm sure we will still have difficult days, but last week, I had a major breakthrough. I don't know how or why, but it just happened. I was at home with just Kaylee and the baby. And I played and spent time with just her. Strange, it just happened like that, I can't even explain it. I love her. I am so glad she is here with us. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kaylee has changed tremendously in the last 5 months, she is not even the same child. I cannot even begin to tell you of all the ways she has grown. It actually brings me to tears to think of what she would have become had she stayed in the orphanage. She has a hope and a future now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She can paint now</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd7f8QFNY4yGiYA9xy0-UuL4_sPejr3MPTKS8yt_n30XSOJcutPdxb0Q2dVY7m03-vd2JOd_zBaqEMcHL_5K-rmmO45W8WfZSb99Ytn1SVgwnOmCtvnKyEiHXOmFygZz-FK2pLejZOTNds/s1600/DSC_0870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd7f8QFNY4yGiYA9xy0-UuL4_sPejr3MPTKS8yt_n30XSOJcutPdxb0Q2dVY7m03-vd2JOd_zBaqEMcHL_5K-rmmO45W8WfZSb99Ytn1SVgwnOmCtvnKyEiHXOmFygZz-FK2pLejZOTNds/s640/DSC_0870.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">And even taste it if she wants to, AND love it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHL9NQaVYR7765AH6l0h0jZg1EcgHF9EcotgrWGJlyHjWT2zLrwk6CU7EIH_tuof6qKXv3EK3RF2fihPC9td1DH436aaqUPPvhnsYsgKaQl2jDURbpfwImqs5sPFc9ngyQATUNR4JNS6sh/s1600/DSC_0874.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHL9NQaVYR7765AH6l0h0jZg1EcgHF9EcotgrWGJlyHjWT2zLrwk6CU7EIH_tuof6qKXv3EK3RF2fihPC9td1DH436aaqUPPvhnsYsgKaQl2jDURbpfwImqs5sPFc9ngyQATUNR4JNS6sh/s640/DSC_0874.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She has a brother and a sister to teach her many things</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNCwNHuqPxwVWx3e14J7KFbctzm6DxnRkdBby5bO8TCmLsBexvn9Jj_LmRJBKhDQY3qNzhBvCeti7UTLBGmRTarfjwpwiHQPpG2j0Sgho1Fq_07ak7ENOZH8gnzmIRE8PPFpRBBLmrMaK/s1600/DSC_0873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNCwNHuqPxwVWx3e14J7KFbctzm6DxnRkdBby5bO8TCmLsBexvn9Jj_LmRJBKhDQY3qNzhBvCeti7UTLBGmRTarfjwpwiHQPpG2j0Sgho1Fq_07ak7ENOZH8gnzmIRE8PPFpRBBLmrMaK/s400/DSC_0873.jpg" width="266" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiII-EBQKoadr_J0mcKIwAyJ54tNEuV7V9evokzkdBklxPDh4eW6tPXuV0d_AgdeOaNxCXrSjd_ploleZP5sm7GCPdkgeayw4si-FC6Uj4stKqVM5pevPe6m7VY1jISr7u3eunWh5U_N47w/s1600/DSC_0876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiII-EBQKoadr_J0mcKIwAyJ54tNEuV7V9evokzkdBklxPDh4eW6tPXuV0d_AgdeOaNxCXrSjd_ploleZP5sm7GCPdkgeayw4si-FC6Uj4stKqVM5pevPe6m7VY1jISr7u3eunWh5U_N47w/s400/DSC_0876.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She can sit in the middle of the yard with her <i>brother,</i> as he pretends to read to her</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxVXuVb8IHSy2bXfzEgsqp32ODFDylVbgq4WqLKspgAXzdgThX9TMZZ8IJw8yW3GGB98UsWVl1hp7U-9AvPb6q3GhX-XbcGnCv02rV-Ru6MjdmvgqKlawWsvkekuwd97gAHeOXW-TzIjP/s1600/DSC_0878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxVXuVb8IHSy2bXfzEgsqp32ODFDylVbgq4WqLKspgAXzdgThX9TMZZ8IJw8yW3GGB98UsWVl1hp7U-9AvPb6q3GhX-XbcGnCv02rV-Ru6MjdmvgqKlawWsvkekuwd97gAHeOXW-TzIjP/s640/DSC_0878.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She can be brave enough to venture out into the yard to play in the sprinklers with brother and sister, and then decide she STILL does not like grass and have a mommy to run to.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She is sooo in love with her baby brother. She gets so excited when she sees him and yells loudly "ah-dah", this is her universal word :). That is why he is crying, he was sleeping peacefully, then she yelled and woke him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kaylee is even starting to communicate more. Just now, she was sitting on my lap looking at the pictures and saw the outside ones and signed and <i>said "outside" </i>and more. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Our little chunky boy. He is already 1 month old today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLgy5OnwHgsVBTdeHWKV6eGf2aSBhl5lfW9myzWKr6wlY04UkwioHVZGImsKVOnJEBZnbrkHMp-RMe0DnEpgtToy_ZqLxc1QtTmV_txUUImIHdNcj8a6zI66ty9_9_h05s1YRKb4gbgDxD/s1600/DSC_0900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLgy5OnwHgsVBTdeHWKV6eGf2aSBhl5lfW9myzWKr6wlY04UkwioHVZGImsKVOnJEBZnbrkHMp-RMe0DnEpgtToy_ZqLxc1QtTmV_txUUImIHdNcj8a6zI66ty9_9_h05s1YRKb4gbgDxD/s400/DSC_0900.jpg" width="266" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLu8XEuDw23f84rm3lWxfMEaHPytAzuGd56IKrGwjbyG46205qb-yleaP6kKSTjrg6L3hVNwXf6KnuJGaqXajGRoxheNAhIoOYFZh-53Cc-cXEynzFc-Emto9i4K6t0LAfcNYKTg4FMEe/s1600/DSC_0903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLu8XEuDw23f84rm3lWxfMEaHPytAzuGd56IKrGwjbyG46205qb-yleaP6kKSTjrg6L3hVNwXf6KnuJGaqXajGRoxheNAhIoOYFZh-53Cc-cXEynzFc-Emto9i4K6t0LAfcNYKTg4FMEe/s400/DSC_0903.jpg" width="265" /></a></div>Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079283785228132950noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619220330002497337.post-70887523230724862722011-10-26T10:11:00.000-07:002011-10-26T10:11:44.917-07:00Seth David<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Things have been so busy and crazy around here. I wish I was a good blogger. I read other blogs and the people are so funny and have wonderful captions for each picture. Oh, and they keep it updated. Well, that's not me. I wish it were, but it isn't. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had our new little baby, his name is Seth David. He is 4 weeks old today. Everyone loves him and all the little ones are adjusting pretty well to having him here. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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I do have a lot to say, but I will have to come back and update more later.<br />
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Kaylee is doing great. She amazes me everyday. She is walking everywhere and has even started to say more sounds.<br />
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</div><div>I know I keep saying it, but Kaylee is just so smart. She has learned that when we go through a drive thru that means we get food and she just gets so excited and starts squealing. She has learned that if she refuses to eat vegetables, mommy might feel sorry for her and feed her something else. And if she keeps signing please, mommy will think it is so cute and give in to her and give her more to eat. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Ok, seriously she is smart. Yesterday, she learned to sign "cheese" after I only showed her one time. Cheese and french fries are definitely her favorite foods. She doesn't really like fruits or vegetables, she still eats them though. I'm really not sure if she ever had fruit in the orphanage, she still makes a face when she eats them. She also loves bananas, but I'm not sure if it would be something she would request or if it is just because she eats so many of them. One day, I was thinking about it, and wondered why God only made one fruit that did not have to be cut up and was so easy for babies. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I think she is loving this american life and is starting to show her independence and personality more. She knows what she wants and if she doesn't get it, she will definitely let you know. Sometimes, I think she knows she wants something, but either can't tell me what she wants or maybe she isn't sure what it is she wants, just knows it is not what I am doing. Last week, we were outside and she reaches up and grunts to be picked up, so I pick her up, then she wants down. Then she wants in her swing, then wants down. Then wants on the slide, then wants off. Finally, I just say "enough" and just let her figure it out on her own. </div><div><br />
</div><div>She has figured out how to go up and down the stairs too. And has figured out that bedtime is not her favorite time. She used to be so easy to put to sleep and would not make a peep. Now, I let her climb up the stairs on her own, but she is so smart and when she figures out that it is bedtime, she slides all the way back down, with a huge smile on her face. </div><div><br />
</div><div>For anyone wanting to know, she is doing so much better with eating. I do still sit next to her while she eats and have to keep a close eye on her, but it is still way better than it was. She does not usually shove her mouth full anymore and takes bites of things, even if they are bigger than I'd like. The last week, she has done pretty well on chewing, but goes back and forth. She is very good at her pincher grasp now, but still has to be reminded at times. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I have a question for those with children with DS, do your children stick their tongues out when they eat? The OT said we really need to work on it, but she just isn't getting it. I know it is a common thing for DS, but really, is it all that necessary to do anything about it? It is kind of gross, but it isn't really bothering much. If I make her keep her tongue in her mouth, she does better about chewing, but I have to watch her like a hawk. It has only been about a week, should I just keep at it, or give it up for now? Oh, yeah, she sticks her tongue out when she is trying to swallow something.</div><div><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is how Justus woke up from his nap one day.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipQDmLFDbz_RBC4fIiYdeXJl33gbOBCTOP5jMkPwj5sHb4Y7DEMn4omijljmHWac-5ySNrRXFac6PCF3RiZMIzkmdcIHainqbOWfFEfpWv6xUaMcOIFHF-1_nAXWJ2B0aI6av4lDr28CcG/s1600/100_1310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipQDmLFDbz_RBC4fIiYdeXJl33gbOBCTOP5jMkPwj5sHb4Y7DEMn4omijljmHWac-5ySNrRXFac6PCF3RiZMIzkmdcIHainqbOWfFEfpWv6xUaMcOIFHF-1_nAXWJ2B0aI6av4lDr28CcG/s640/100_1310.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />
The kids wanted to play with the hose in the front yard, then Kaylee decided to just crawl in the muddy water, so I said "Oh well, have fun"<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kaylee has somehow figured out that she should smile when I get the camera out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilzPL731V8xDFirV5lbwb1SXUatLFPnJIu6RH9EJ7JsPN9hti9mgGArZh3EFmuhTmMp2v3cfqTPDgR5Mq88XtQHq022zemSprZ2hGKm5GDHPDDuiDWlvuqARpL46HGqvtA95aoAG2uA4WX/s1600/100_1317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilzPL731V8xDFirV5lbwb1SXUatLFPnJIu6RH9EJ7JsPN9hti9mgGArZh3EFmuhTmMp2v3cfqTPDgR5Mq88XtQHq022zemSprZ2hGKm5GDHPDDuiDWlvuqARpL46HGqvtA95aoAG2uA4WX/s640/100_1317.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I love this smile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAW1fjm_ScmVRRrRqp9KOzGBxDIX3Iyq3ZVdTEkzbGDFit-W9gZm-gjvj0SHHatGicBzRormG8QCQYDpFJ-MZVpxaq-BW5pdaMsP6-tT8UajYwzIMvg01vCaBx5ESTVbHlB7dU7sgr8Ihm/s1600/100_1322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAW1fjm_ScmVRRrRqp9KOzGBxDIX3Iyq3ZVdTEkzbGDFit-W9gZm-gjvj0SHHatGicBzRormG8QCQYDpFJ-MZVpxaq-BW5pdaMsP6-tT8UajYwzIMvg01vCaBx5ESTVbHlB7dU7sgr8Ihm/s640/100_1322.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> I know this picture is so blurry, but he is just too cute</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzt4BJILahJ-Eb5tLhiFO3SB3CV_JfvxlSoA_ovFbV4ty_skrgOds-LKvDTpooo4C56OIthHryLYOHtRoLM7-W1YeWmbnrQHYe17MmG1Qxmld6omGVXu4176yFcH7dpg8GTWtsT6UGoV1/s1600/100_1328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzt4BJILahJ-Eb5tLhiFO3SB3CV_JfvxlSoA_ovFbV4ty_skrgOds-LKvDTpooo4C56OIthHryLYOHtRoLM7-W1YeWmbnrQHYe17MmG1Qxmld6omGVXu4176yFcH7dpg8GTWtsT6UGoV1/s640/100_1328.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><br />
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</div>Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079283785228132950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619220330002497337.post-70565126653494783262011-08-28T19:33:00.000-07:002011-08-28T19:33:27.085-07:00Malika's birthdayLast week, Malika turned 4! I just cannot believe she is already 4. She is so big now and so helpful, sometimes, if Justus or Kaylee cry, she will pick them up and bring them to me and say "It's ok, do you want your mommy", it is too funny to see, since they aren't much smaller than her.<br />
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We celebrated her birthday at home with family and then the day after went to the <a href="http://hagler-family.blogspot.com/">Haglers</a> and celebrated again.<br />
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Malika has been waiting so long to have her birthday, she has been talking about it for months. And has had to wait through the other kids birthdays. The first thing she said on her birthday was "where are my presents?" Kids are great! I'm sure many times in the past, I had wanted to say that too, but it would just be impolite, so I refrained. But, kids say whatever comes to their minds. :)<br />
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I love this picture, she is so sweet. It makes me want to pick her up and give her a big kiss and tell her to stay little :). The saturday before her birthday, I took her to the mall and she picked this outfit out. She loved it so much, she wore it for 2 days straight and would have worn it for 4 days, had I not made her take it off to wash it in between.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I finally got a good picture of them together, I think I will hang this one on the wall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2h1ECn-6WDg0NnkSqDr8d95aqAvvqna8g8FP3D3otYiK7Ea7e6adFW3_dsamwXLQtFoo2NZ_pMJlHJomeyA_isRCo4xcUcLDMYj7PWT95t_jQ5t_3JopMY7Vq1aPYSKqg29NC2CsG-j3O/s1600/100_1256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2h1ECn-6WDg0NnkSqDr8d95aqAvvqna8g8FP3D3otYiK7Ea7e6adFW3_dsamwXLQtFoo2NZ_pMJlHJomeyA_isRCo4xcUcLDMYj7PWT95t_jQ5t_3JopMY7Vq1aPYSKqg29NC2CsG-j3O/s640/100_1256.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Daddy working with Malika on a project. He took her to home depot to pick something out for them to make together and she chose this treasure box.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We went to the park in the morning on Malika's birthday. It was so hot, but we stayed until we were very sweaty.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUmuHQ0yChQ3vRR0ZR8O4c8x1DGfZiCS4JbBBUNenMD9pdMjQHP4_DSb4MUArHczwu5IU9L_b5BgGnKoK5l7oIwnjRQuXzM5e_QFopf-DGPn-IuDUdxps7YV08RvK1v_kHFadrahlEDes/s1600/100_1264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUmuHQ0yChQ3vRR0ZR8O4c8x1DGfZiCS4JbBBUNenMD9pdMjQHP4_DSb4MUArHczwu5IU9L_b5BgGnKoK5l7oIwnjRQuXzM5e_QFopf-DGPn-IuDUdxps7YV08RvK1v_kHFadrahlEDes/s640/100_1264.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">... and I look over and the other 4 were playing together (Justus was here too, until I got the camera out)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeVJITOvT1a2gRWYmA0fCo_Sj8AYZXLY4gxLmGMPU__xBt4i6vcN_ypS0HD3uJSNzWECLU4uPMDqFLUuTTvbJ7hF9h2TidJEgqV8UcbmiMEfkV9Yl9Gyhz5zoUVeHlh1fdoVuKBhuvsBk/s1600/100_1272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeVJITOvT1a2gRWYmA0fCo_Sj8AYZXLY4gxLmGMPU__xBt4i6vcN_ypS0HD3uJSNzWECLU4uPMDqFLUuTTvbJ7hF9h2TidJEgqV8UcbmiMEfkV9Yl9Gyhz5zoUVeHlh1fdoVuKBhuvsBk/s640/100_1272.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Malika and Trey. I think they are best friends, it is so cute to watch them together. They played all day long. When we were in Ukraine, we would compare our kids, it is just so amazing how many similarities there are. They are so different than most other kids, but yet, are so much alike. I never thought I'd meet another child like Malika. I think these next two pictures really show how much they are alike. Maybe only their families can tell :), but with Trey putting his arm on the table and not smiling... just waiting...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiylWd_YUFC3mHgaVBXZUq670lS0MzKBXIrvUt_y_kcuml9KF4mcDBRMpTsk2W5XXJyZr6tzN94EjLxD_hEMNDBUmv5sHnN2ioIIOje3OfVxRcYfzuWbe7kFUwyJsxI2xnO77czBRMyzSjo/s1600/100_1290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiylWd_YUFC3mHgaVBXZUq670lS0MzKBXIrvUt_y_kcuml9KF4mcDBRMpTsk2W5XXJyZr6tzN94EjLxD_hEMNDBUmv5sHnN2ioIIOje3OfVxRcYfzuWbe7kFUwyJsxI2xnO77czBRMyzSjo/s400/100_1290.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> ...and how I know Malika is happy about her gift, but she refuses to smile :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTmasnY37224cr1k6Cg8HpM-xJpt_p6iyaVNZ451ov5OquaewwMcRdR2_V8g42hCDshTKAHNao0Ew4IjyKvltFHdmyqYou8u-WDDDsQnLAPuuVGrJY07X9EcUcLyG1G1k1Ltv2wlM5oy2/s1600/100_1293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTmasnY37224cr1k6Cg8HpM-xJpt_p6iyaVNZ451ov5OquaewwMcRdR2_V8g42hCDshTKAHNao0Ew4IjyKvltFHdmyqYou8u-WDDDsQnLAPuuVGrJY07X9EcUcLyG1G1k1Ltv2wlM5oy2/s400/100_1293.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Here they are again. I just think they are so cute together. They were watching this video and kept whispering to each other, finally Malika whispers to Trey " Let's go play" and so they run off together. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQcKiZ8YwtxKcAa6A-YA4rjPN6FKYtuEbarlYWaLtCEkmFY72kKF8A_IbULfJom5Y3RT6-A0-yEzWly0D5mDV23I53apooovOcsd-ijaAP6Kn1umEfsbV73YfW68D_lWNea0KmyUzT3IB/s1600/100_1305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQcKiZ8YwtxKcAa6A-YA4rjPN6FKYtuEbarlYWaLtCEkmFY72kKF8A_IbULfJom5Y3RT6-A0-yEzWly0D5mDV23I53apooovOcsd-ijaAP6Kn1umEfsbV73YfW68D_lWNea0KmyUzT3IB/s640/100_1305.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Lindsay was so sweet to put up their bounce house for the kids to play in. They had a blast.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Au5Lt1OMqNxVZakqwIW-dUn_I1a8yE1zTVmVA8uu83otsdf8EGyZPuXxyJIwB-hZ8I8q9HraUVzvMAF5kqmomx4Fmt3NQRKT6aV6AIYT9QKS_P7V8anBhlw_triBufJn8S7lgSyNwfyv/s1600/100_1295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Au5Lt1OMqNxVZakqwIW-dUn_I1a8yE1zTVmVA8uu83otsdf8EGyZPuXxyJIwB-hZ8I8q9HraUVzvMAF5kqmomx4Fmt3NQRKT6aV6AIYT9QKS_P7V8anBhlw_triBufJn8S7lgSyNwfyv/s400/100_1295.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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I loved watching Kaylee, she is a different child than she was 3 months ago. Instead of staying by me the whole time, she actually gets out and plays. She is playing more like a 2 year old should play now. She absolutely loved the bounce house and even figured out how to go down the slide.<br />
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Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079283785228132950noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619220330002497337.post-45421793988982395322011-08-23T01:17:00.000-07:002011-08-23T01:17:34.693-07:00orphanage behaviorsSince bringing Kaylee home, I have struggled with wondering if we really did so much for her by taking her out of the orphanage. I know in the long run, we have, but she just seemed so happy there. And she was well fed and seemed loved. But, tonight, after discovering a new orphanage behavior, I realized she may have "seemed" happy, but was probably just coping. She may have not known she was coping, since it was all she ever knew.<br />
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</div><div>Kaylee has had sores and scratches all over her. I knew she was scratching herself, but I didn't realize how bad it was, until I realized the sores are from her scratching. I thought they were just bug bites and maybe they started out that way, but are now infected. I have been watching her the last few days, wondering why she has big welts all over her legs and now understand after watching her scratch her legs raw. And there are what looks like bite marks all over her crib. That is what I thought they were, except, I just couldn't understand how they got there, since, she does not have top teeth. Now, I'm thinking they are from her scratching it. Her poor little nails are so tore up. </div><div><br />
</div><div>This just makes me so mad. Not at her, but just that she has had to resort to that in the past to entertain herself and it now seems to be a habit. This even bothers me more than all of the eating issues she has, I think it is because she is hurting herself, and doesn't even care. </div><div><br />
</div><div>And then it makes me mad to think that some mothers think they are doing what is best for their child by putting them in the orphanage. We saw that everyday while we were there. Some of the mothers would come and visit their child everyday, but still wouldn't take them home. One little girl in particular, I fell in love with and would go back to get her, if only she were available for adoption. I saw her mom come to visit her and I could tell she loved her, I just wish she were told she could have a better life and that she would believe it. An orphanage is no place to live.<br />
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</div>Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079283785228132950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619220330002497337.post-87233770691797850052011-08-10T12:15:00.000-07:002011-08-10T12:15:47.843-07:00Cardiology appointmentWhen we adopted Kaylee, we were told that she had an open oval window and a heart murmur, but that both of these had healed on their own. We were also told she had a thin muscle in her heart.<br />
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When we were in court, one of the witnesses sitting next to the judge was trying to convince the judge that she would not be able to travel by plane because of her heart condition. Even though we didn't know anything about it, other than what the orphanage doctor told us, we had to convince the judge that her heart would be fine and that she would be fine. We even had to tell him that we had Doctors here in America that we could call if anything went wrong. We do have doctors here, but not sure they would have or could have done anything.<br />
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Anyway, fast forward to her cardiology appointment, which was yesterday. When we went into the room with the Cardiologist, he looked at her chart and then turns to me and asks "what is an open oval window?". At first, I thought he was joking, then he said there is no such thing. He asked where she was adopted from, and then said that usually they over diagnose to get them out of the country. Well, I'm not sure if that is true, but it completely makes sense that there is no such thing as an oval window, because I have googled it and haven't found much, other than other adoptive families wanting to know what it is too.<br />
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He did an ultrasound and her heart is completely fine. He said it looks like she had a VSD at one time, which is a hole in her heart. He also said that since he didn't see her from birth, he is unsure when it closed. It could have closed before she was born. By looking at how it healed, he could tell that it was a very large hole and if it was there after she was born, then she would have had to have surgery, which she did not. I asked about the heart murmur, he said she did not have one now and thinks maybe there was just a lot of noise before when they checked her.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Kaylee got caught playing in the bathroom trash, after this, it has been very hard to keep her away from the bathroom. She is starting to get into everything now. Last night, she dumped all the toys off the toy shelf, trying to climb to the top of it. I just sat and watched her to see if she could do it, and she almost succeeded. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFrC6T9ZgIDDhFXse0OR9bw5r1eZsqNjVDS0hYtLXDMCRjQXidgSI5NY2BKIUZwiOPBKGsVmQfk6nrDST-iSJXLSL__nKHPJ5_H8W1WgTGchAssNasw33NH0mOS559fFGQrN0rRm8WvenK/s1600/DSC_0545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFrC6T9ZgIDDhFXse0OR9bw5r1eZsqNjVDS0hYtLXDMCRjQXidgSI5NY2BKIUZwiOPBKGsVmQfk6nrDST-iSJXLSL__nKHPJ5_H8W1WgTGchAssNasw33NH0mOS559fFGQrN0rRm8WvenK/s640/DSC_0545.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Here are two videos of Kaylee doing the signs she has learned. I am amazed at how quick she has learned. She still sometimes gets them mixed up, but is learning. She knows about 10 signs and even tries to say "all done" and "outside". I'm so proud of her.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwMSCH70Tvi9EzxvE9sioCi8m9fUb1QGMt_CgVsTJ3yZJkOngBRuTa0rVeZb0iEm6Q2e6Stl9vbvgqVa_hu5w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
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</div>Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079283785228132950noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619220330002497337.post-12847417654702599732011-07-21T12:36:00.000-07:002011-07-21T12:45:04.043-07:00Justus and Kaylee turn 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had a hard time deciding what to do for Justus and Kaylee's birthday and ended up just doing separate parties. We had originally wanted to have a joint party for them, but since neither of them really care about other kids yet, except Malika, we decided to just do Justus' party at home with family and celebrate Kaylee's birthday at the zoo. Here are some pictures of their birthdays.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Both Justus and Kaylee trying out Justus' new blocks. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiCPQW-q75g0s-vPJeM0fKkH73UhupkoHaT_VgZl9-3W1idwW9z9W-1t6nB2OIf75Xyq7nWhJOcsfBcwt2gsclKhKW4C-fywEIGb1AgZb-WqhjF76Q1CK1LwVU56tIL_tk6CrqoDMyL6W/s1600/DSC_0352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiCPQW-q75g0s-vPJeM0fKkH73UhupkoHaT_VgZl9-3W1idwW9z9W-1t6nB2OIf75Xyq7nWhJOcsfBcwt2gsclKhKW4C-fywEIGb1AgZb-WqhjF76Q1CK1LwVU56tIL_tk6CrqoDMyL6W/s400/DSC_0352.jpg" width="265" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8BHdjHTeF7U6CMytFCf6DGALD1Jh5waeQvCsEzdpJAe4BGKTD_pKjlIDOh88s7g5QUygdrLQmdJRS__oqSVfQD1iBeBZ_hh1iAxmycl6LnJXmkcM2yp-OJN1BWvhwSMbtDXDeESMAkZX/s1600/DSC_0349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8BHdjHTeF7U6CMytFCf6DGALD1Jh5waeQvCsEzdpJAe4BGKTD_pKjlIDOh88s7g5QUygdrLQmdJRS__oqSVfQD1iBeBZ_hh1iAxmycl6LnJXmkcM2yp-OJN1BWvhwSMbtDXDeESMAkZX/s400/DSC_0349.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Me with Malika at the zoo, I wanted to take this picture, because I have one holding her in this same spot when she was 7 months old. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXt7VHi8gAffb9h1SuWb7_71sbW4mm_eo1t_zSGuqoVCE3BCXCvz42tCTB-yJMkr4VJJQfTsZdSgIoQ6s2E5BnoUO-B89QPEncV0cPNnVZCEHWkhA0vmEMXTf6TgKoS6-y3MgIQHMXIDFJ/s1600/DSC_0367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXt7VHi8gAffb9h1SuWb7_71sbW4mm_eo1t_zSGuqoVCE3BCXCvz42tCTB-yJMkr4VJJQfTsZdSgIoQ6s2E5BnoUO-B89QPEncV0cPNnVZCEHWkhA0vmEMXTf6TgKoS6-y3MgIQHMXIDFJ/s640/DSC_0367.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Trying to get one of the kids together, but it never fails, at least one child won't cooperate.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJNQEf8rG9lNSKZXPpFNmiCWJU7_DHAwGR1fRpH_8s_48H3rNInxM865ZrDvcgHMctOVbLi0Vezve7Mv6kDmt9EC6ECLX8XFKv6gGSFDwhvj84jbWL-VBsgInp2sQHHFrqB2C5dWq_wvJn/s1600/DSC_0368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJNQEf8rG9lNSKZXPpFNmiCWJU7_DHAwGR1fRpH_8s_48H3rNInxM865ZrDvcgHMctOVbLi0Vezve7Mv6kDmt9EC6ECLX8XFKv6gGSFDwhvj84jbWL-VBsgInp2sQHHFrqB2C5dWq_wvJn/s640/DSC_0368.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Kaylee and my dad. She loves my parents and my parents love her. They act as though she has always been apart of our family. I am so glad for their support through this whole process and their acceptance of Kaylee. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirF_xA6xPCAtVT5Q1Tx4uo_W9oBxdSUvCEc4T56N0LV2aqqjrIFG4-UlFwTLC_v9YL2q606z3zv4XaTkwhBty149t2Z3CkcYltoRAxNj2vV3rQ7txj6qYRKZYGwTdlZ9_USAi8TbQfcXcM/s1600/DSC_0376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirF_xA6xPCAtVT5Q1Tx4uo_W9oBxdSUvCEc4T56N0LV2aqqjrIFG4-UlFwTLC_v9YL2q606z3zv4XaTkwhBty149t2Z3CkcYltoRAxNj2vV3rQ7txj6qYRKZYGwTdlZ9_USAi8TbQfcXcM/s640/DSC_0376.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br />
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I took Justus and Kaylee's 2 year old pictures while at the zoo. It was so hot and it was nap time by this time, so maybe it was a bad idea, but I got a few and I was happy with the few I got.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I tried again to take pictues of the kids. I just held my finger down and hoped for a good one, I think I took about 50 of the same shot. I think these are pretty good. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BTnyzpl-MI6MygLRRQ5BDqpsf2XziLzwwmEl1wZk-MDIgVsGy_2ujaJGbDuTB5Unv95mZKwIN-34G8CvsJ7Wx_eTwIUNqrOWOniidQdhRBLeAecnE0OKiOt4M0se2ytxJBRlVTiP43At/s1600/DSC_0434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BTnyzpl-MI6MygLRRQ5BDqpsf2XziLzwwmEl1wZk-MDIgVsGy_2ujaJGbDuTB5Unv95mZKwIN-34G8CvsJ7Wx_eTwIUNqrOWOniidQdhRBLeAecnE0OKiOt4M0se2ytxJBRlVTiP43At/s400/DSC_0434.jpg" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDq0tzjBqEtR-BAi6NfoVtGCg_-lrDz6Okt1LUyhijlp480JGgIanNAUQpaLNDlqMpJLNzfpRG2RJlKA7elWttDfV_mXLHoDp3JO5zkQ3xl95lH07Lx8M8_YrndDZ8g84eoR3xedbnougK/s1600/DSC_0435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDq0tzjBqEtR-BAi6NfoVtGCg_-lrDz6Okt1LUyhijlp480JGgIanNAUQpaLNDlqMpJLNzfpRG2RJlKA7elWttDfV_mXLHoDp3JO5zkQ3xl95lH07Lx8M8_YrndDZ8g84eoR3xedbnougK/s400/DSC_0435.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Josh found this butterfly and it followed us through much of the zoo, it was strange to see it so friendly. I tried to get it to fly away or put it on a tree, but it kept coming back to us. It loved Kaylee, if only it knew sitting on her was a bad idea and it might become her snack :) </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">At the hotel, Kaylee opening her gifts. We actually took her to the store to pick out her gifts, since she has some sensory issues with some things. I was trying so hard to get a picture of Kaylee holding her baby and thought the second one was cute, until my mom pointed out that she was really looking at the piece of wrapping paper in her hand. She was way more interested in the wrapping paper than the toys.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PxT1atC3q6t8m1ZNd7-86Kph14OUsW3XfGV0XZxyH-lXQ0h4nu1UMJsz7WMlbCd71_K1J12PVHmaV3W36FM2gAPiD3H9bCbzn_aj1FLyj5Q0tlVDm72yanc6X2czvuL-vzUBOwLnpnL2/s1600/DSC_0488.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PxT1atC3q6t8m1ZNd7-86Kph14OUsW3XfGV0XZxyH-lXQ0h4nu1UMJsz7WMlbCd71_K1J12PVHmaV3W36FM2gAPiD3H9bCbzn_aj1FLyj5Q0tlVDm72yanc6X2czvuL-vzUBOwLnpnL2/s320/DSC_0488.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1PgZdk60FgGCIyAomPPN1ol9OTN2kyHeu_86ciJf9WILicfTSOrG-6HSaH8X5cuHX6pxdz0NT_6WtZCpNF4Kk-Z-L8krNBM-i06sENtqKDMxlEXEuKr1b7l5-brkQHrkLXOKvSzG7wtn/s1600/DSC_0498.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1PgZdk60FgGCIyAomPPN1ol9OTN2kyHeu_86ciJf9WILicfTSOrG-6HSaH8X5cuHX6pxdz0NT_6WtZCpNF4Kk-Z-L8krNBM-i06sENtqKDMxlEXEuKr1b7l5-brkQHrkLXOKvSzG7wtn/s320/DSC_0498.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Eating her first cake. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzdNNnJJTtgOq_IEDVlxBezu2D58nAyItVVqG-eGxQzcP9d-v6vonLcP9icDj_rN7O4px2fzpDycpFvqVMtiEZkG_jgzNS5zw19eJzk65j6JfQmVsOkc9biL0IRQFejtzn-Dn3_sfJlWL/s1600/DSC_0514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzdNNnJJTtgOq_IEDVlxBezu2D58nAyItVVqG-eGxQzcP9d-v6vonLcP9icDj_rN7O4px2fzpDycpFvqVMtiEZkG_jgzNS5zw19eJzk65j6JfQmVsOkc9biL0IRQFejtzn-Dn3_sfJlWL/s640/DSC_0514.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I love this picture, it is one of the few I have of her actually looking at me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqSLWeMTqADXqjuQFhpLI1jOCLMBApOp8x30HAzCLMLZwKvnFt79x28L35IiaA714WjxxyFoNOifrd5xrgIWNOFz9L-2-8G3ollZ-q5RCHBglhadmCmN8vWQ8NGOsvF0xJVCNwW3QyMLw/s1600/DSC_0525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqSLWeMTqADXqjuQFhpLI1jOCLMBApOp8x30HAzCLMLZwKvnFt79x28L35IiaA714WjxxyFoNOifrd5xrgIWNOFz9L-2-8G3ollZ-q5RCHBglhadmCmN8vWQ8NGOsvF0xJVCNwW3QyMLw/s640/DSC_0525.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Oh, and I had to throw this one in, the last bite before choking. We all knew it would happen and were just waiting for it, but also wanted to let her enjoy her first cake like any child would a first cake. She was so upset when we took her cake away, but was happy again when I put her in the bath.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our biggest issue is with eating. She has gotten better, but it is still difficult. She usually doesn't crawl around in search of food anymore, except for the last two days. And she is learning to feed herself and not shove her mouth full, but as soon as I look away, she starts shoving her mouth full. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sometimes, she won't even feed herself if I am sitting next to her, she will hold her hand out and want me to do it. I think she is afraid of getting in trouble. It is really frustrating at times, because I don't want her to be afraid, but I also don't want her to choke on the food. I probably overreact when she does it, out of fear of her choking and I have somehow caused her to be scared that she will do it wrong. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She did feed herself using a spoon all on her own, for 2 days, I was so excited, but now she won't do it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She seems to be very attached now and is always crawling around looking for me or if I come in a room, she will try to come over to me. I was so happy a couple weeks ago, when she crawled into the bathroom on her own to find me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She has learned to climb up the stairs and climb off the couch. I was so happy when she got off the couch on her own, because we have been working on this since she came home. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She wants to walk so bad, she will stand up by the couch and just go, of course she does a nose dive after about 5 steps, but it doesn't discourage her from trying again. I think she is so proud of herself when she does it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079283785228132950noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619220330002497337.post-43430685881991675962011-07-07T15:21:00.000-07:002011-07-07T15:21:40.915-07:004th of July<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was Kaylee's first 4th of July, so I had to get her an outfit to celebrate it. It was a little difficult finding one last minute, but we did and she looks so cute in it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am always trying to get a good picture of the three kids together, and I have yet to get one, this is how it goes...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Either Kaylee is crying..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_XC7q-VcglfsxTDeeaA13HNlw6WPpvBMfxb9_87E3vjG3_BW4WIt4ThLABOKjXMMs-YihD3jP17WS4o1H-qEEEgaX16N5xLhtzoODkv0xqETNTWGmf2Yw15Lk8sKpy1ZxcDLbzRuen0X/s1600/DSC_0244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_XC7q-VcglfsxTDeeaA13HNlw6WPpvBMfxb9_87E3vjG3_BW4WIt4ThLABOKjXMMs-YihD3jP17WS4o1H-qEEEgaX16N5xLhtzoODkv0xqETNTWGmf2Yw15Lk8sKpy1ZxcDLbzRuen0X/s640/DSC_0244.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Or Justus is crying.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitvItKZR3cmz904eBKbgq_bo1fKDz2CznX1DSVbIp-AehG53Ig4MTijhZR-qJajzGGHJ9CiYoTLDyqVwWnqk8kxt2UsZfqpIISlprgb13tmnqduHisKf-cIklBs43GrcURUYMCVScUk-0m/s1600/DSC_0246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitvItKZR3cmz904eBKbgq_bo1fKDz2CznX1DSVbIp-AehG53Ig4MTijhZR-qJajzGGHJ9CiYoTLDyqVwWnqk8kxt2UsZfqpIISlprgb13tmnqduHisKf-cIklBs43GrcURUYMCVScUk-0m/s640/DSC_0246.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ior8giegUmRANd4QpbI0alZAqD3afvtCeWAuLc87v0ccVOC4xcG9SEPn2qQ5y6Yvmw3yMcDW4SaCudIYhIUCTbgCCE2MUg6y13Sag4-BMIm_MSsZcv0ZJfIVkcQnAETStGqnlzD2xTyI/s1600/DSC_0247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ior8giegUmRANd4QpbI0alZAqD3afvtCeWAuLc87v0ccVOC4xcG9SEPn2qQ5y6Yvmw3yMcDW4SaCudIYhIUCTbgCCE2MUg6y13Sag4-BMIm_MSsZcv0ZJfIVkcQnAETStGqnlzD2xTyI/s640/DSC_0247.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I actually kind of like this one, even though none of the kids are looking at the camera. Really, there wasn't much to choose from and at least this one no one is crying :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ3JPo8MjlgxANIhSGfG1sZxOQpfNlqgpIVRKFiCvHA8_nhe6Qnp3rlAJQnIff2-xhtUnW1U3qXKP2AMu1YWmXuly75-wEpMkoYTegAySdJNNV0HiekevsBl7JtqB4nP8Y1HbgNE1FwPra/s1600/DSC_0258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ3JPo8MjlgxANIhSGfG1sZxOQpfNlqgpIVRKFiCvHA8_nhe6Qnp3rlAJQnIff2-xhtUnW1U3qXKP2AMu1YWmXuly75-wEpMkoYTegAySdJNNV0HiekevsBl7JtqB4nP8Y1HbgNE1FwPra/s640/DSC_0258.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> And then there is this one, no one is crying, but Malika is chewing her flag, and both Kaylee and Justus have weird looks on their faces.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSg-ZAViNHmSYqdhxzO3bjbmi3-ocVF5-MW1Bl_kW4dYh1X3T4YDdPyr2akYKb_6BNHOsAPdkJyIkwgKlcdDHSI3cBibIIkeiyTtGXVOC4FCNMzd8QTLRKf6GHQ20Ap3zm-VwPBJ1mkLI/s1600/DSC_0262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSg-ZAViNHmSYqdhxzO3bjbmi3-ocVF5-MW1Bl_kW4dYh1X3T4YDdPyr2akYKb_6BNHOsAPdkJyIkwgKlcdDHSI3cBibIIkeiyTtGXVOC4FCNMzd8QTLRKf6GHQ20Ap3zm-VwPBJ1mkLI/s640/DSC_0262.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Oh well, one day I hope to get a good picture of all of them smiling AND looking at the camera.<br />
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We had a fun 4th of July, we just stayed home and spent it as a family. The kids and I made sprinkle cookies from <a href="http://2plusjilly.blogspot.com/2011/06/sprinkle-cookies.html">this website</a>, except we used red, white and blue sprinkles. Too bad we didn't have a picture, we ate them too fast :). Then Josh grilled stuffed pork chops and I made broccoli salad and mac and cheese.<br />
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Later we went and watched fireworks. Malika talked about them all day and said she wanted to see them, but as I expected she was scared of them, but still did better than last year. Both Kaylee and Justus LOVED them, they both reached out and wanted to touch them.<br />
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This picture is so cute, even though Kaylee has a strange look on her face. I think they look alike here.<br />
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</div>Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079283785228132950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619220330002497337.post-45282237385545229902011-06-29T14:43:00.000-07:002011-06-29T14:43:58.157-07:00Random things about KayleeI have debated many times whether I should write anything else on here. Well, actually I did write a really long post, it's still there, I just never posted it.<br />
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I have been unsure whether to just write the happy stuff, or the whole truth, or maybe just a portion of the truth. I am still unsure what to write. It seems most adoption blogs only have happy, beautiful posts, so it makes me wonder what is really wrong with me. Maybe it just depends on the day that people write stuff. Or maybe it is like how I write in the kid's journals. I keep a journal for each of the children, but decided that I would only write the good things and never the hard or frustrating things. I definitely don't want them to read something I wrote on a very frustrating day and think I just didn't want them or that they were a hard child.<br />
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Anyway, to be completely honest, this is very hard. I believe it is the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. But to be even more honest, <i>parenting</i> is the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. There are many completely exhausting and frustrating days with the children that I have to remind myself that I indeed chose this life and that this is what I have always wanted. And then there are those days that I absolutely love every minute of the day. So, did the hard days only start when Kaylee became part of our family? No, but in all honesty, things are just harder with her than they were with the other two. I don't completely know why, but I have theories as to why.<br />
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Anyway, all that to say, things get better and then they get worse, and then they get better. Last week, up until yesterday, things were extremely hard. I think Kaylee took a huge step back. But today, she has been amazing. I only wish that I knew why and could re-create to make it always easy. It definitely gives me hope for the future.<br />
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I still think she is the smartest little girl, yesterday she signed outside all on her own. I was so excited. And she said "Da" and reached up to Josh.<br />
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So, now she can sign "eat","more","drink","outside", the one sign I know she knows but won't do is "all-done", she just doesn't want to be done eating, so she won't sign it :), we are trying to sign it at other times too.<br />
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We have been working on her walking between furniture and she can now take 5 steps. The way I motivate her to walk is by putting a piece of food on the couch and having her walk from the ottoman to the couch, yesterday she actually by-passed the food to walk to me. This is Huge! And if she falls down and I know it must have hurt, she never cries, she actually kind of laughs, but yesterday when I picked her up, kissed and hugged her and said "oh you poor baby", she actually wanted that over the food.<br />
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She knows who we are and is starting to prefer me over others. If someone else is holding her, she will reach towards me. Except with my mom :). We are working on attaching even more, because she still will go with anyone who smiles at her.<br />
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She loves her swing, I kind of think that is why she signs outside. At first, she hated it, now I think it is one of her favorite things to do.<br />
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She also lets us throw her up in the air and laughs, she hated this at first. I think she is trusting us more.<br />
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She loves the big pool now, still not the kiddy pool though. And now that she is becoming more attached to us, she prefers to be in our arms than in a floatie.<br />
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This absolutely drives me crazy, but she will crawl to her chair and stand up and scream until I get her or feed her. It drives me crazy, because one day I decided to see how long she would do it and if she would stop and come to me on her own when I called her, she did not. :) But, it just shows me how smart she is and how fast she picks things up.<br />
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She is starting to play with toys, but still prefers to bang the toy rather than playing with it, but it IS a start.<br />
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She is learning to use a spoon, but still won't do it on her own. But, it is progress because she doesn't cry now when I put it in her hand. She will put the food in her mouth, but then hold the spoon straight up in the air until I put food on it.<br />
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She is starting to love Malika as much as Malika loves her. She will now laugh and smile at her instead of screaming at her. Last night, Malika and Justus were running around laughing and Kaylee would not take her eyes off of them and would turn her head when they passed her.<br />
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Kaylee moans alot now, it is more of a zoning out. She will pick up anything tiny and stare at it and play with it and just moan. She would probably do this much of the day, except I try to stop her and re-direct her. This is one of the orphanage behaviors she has. It actually seems worse than before.<br />
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Yesterday, I was thinking about her life at the orphanage. I am sad for the life that she was given, that no one was there to care for her or love on her. I am sad that she spent the first 3 months of her life in the hospital with no one to love her or adore her. I am sad that she did not have someones eyes to stare into. I want to make up for all that. I want her to know she is treasured and loved now. On the days that I am frustrated, I don't want her to know the frustration, I only want her to know the love and peace of being in a family.<br />
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Malika and Justus are doing well too. Justus is starting to like Kaylee again and he is even giving her hugs and kisses now. He is starting to share with her, but only if he is told to. If I see him being rough with her, I say be gentle, so he will rub her head, it is too cute. Malika, of course, adores her and loves her as always, she will go up to her and laugh in her face and talk baby talk to her just to get her to smile and laugh.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Malika loving on Kaylee</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAGJKITzzpYX_M3b1Dzo0mOOsKsMD_oiTy0JXNXfzTo7Ro_F7nZgvhz3UQbnFHsLJ5DfL5fvuc4GJBh5Dz2QP9F6b5w-lcxNw4VTT7-oNblmSQLxtkiXnEOl9Cwn3uF5yh2HKqiI7Y1nT/s1600/DSC_0148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAGJKITzzpYX_M3b1Dzo0mOOsKsMD_oiTy0JXNXfzTo7Ro_F7nZgvhz3UQbnFHsLJ5DfL5fvuc4GJBh5Dz2QP9F6b5w-lcxNw4VTT7-oNblmSQLxtkiXnEOl9Cwn3uF5yh2HKqiI7Y1nT/s640/DSC_0148.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The sweetest picture of Kaylee, this is the picture we are using for her American passport. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB7KsX2fiNFHi_4u1VZ0KDX_Knpbh6ozDMOvCe8gBCLsREHTVUbtcoR6I6mbjboi_Nt2cJw_zCcAqso7aZePZuufwqjRjI4bg73KBrawhss8ocpfdi7qHSV9uJZWEZHW1PgTXUGF69mhV4/s1600/DSC_0154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB7KsX2fiNFHi_4u1VZ0KDX_Knpbh6ozDMOvCe8gBCLsREHTVUbtcoR6I6mbjboi_Nt2cJw_zCcAqso7aZePZuufwqjRjI4bg73KBrawhss8ocpfdi7qHSV9uJZWEZHW1PgTXUGF69mhV4/s640/DSC_0154.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Malika and Justus in the sprinkler, wearing floaties, just in case they thought they would drown :) <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(yes, Lindsay, those are your floaties, we thought since we accidentally borrowed them, we should put them to use)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTy5n9NWrCqO14myFMPGjad4RFuYtsOxXZ4Jc7xwp8-hhCBWs6o8oOMVO0ef86V10OEBLJ1VvGpTnQ4I6GLixdCQ3HGkgCakwpN_6zmWmo3i-w7qkMuGZeBsGq8fKNsd98IYe7CIbJmuo2/s1600/DSC_0180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTy5n9NWrCqO14myFMPGjad4RFuYtsOxXZ4Jc7xwp8-hhCBWs6o8oOMVO0ef86V10OEBLJ1VvGpTnQ4I6GLixdCQ3HGkgCakwpN_6zmWmo3i-w7qkMuGZeBsGq8fKNsd98IYe7CIbJmuo2/s640/DSC_0180.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Kaylee finding a leaf, then putting it in her mouth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJi4xhIBSAfeMT5nFx7VYypgGPA1e3LEacltG02E52InnyDQnMJggxRiJp92DL7aszY892tfF115bpRbfodtxPcAu2YNCJ1nE9fVwfN1MDMjDl9VLh5s6GeJJPZB5m66SRlYibD3KyGF4/s1600/DSC_0185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJi4xhIBSAfeMT5nFx7VYypgGPA1e3LEacltG02E52InnyDQnMJggxRiJp92DL7aszY892tfF115bpRbfodtxPcAu2YNCJ1nE9fVwfN1MDMjDl9VLh5s6GeJJPZB5m66SRlYibD3KyGF4/s640/DSC_0185.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I couldn't refuse this picture, even though she is crying, she is just too cute. This was after I took the leaf out of her mouth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmCLYbH1yFse67r5l6jD02iErBrcYDEOpPexYcmiT7Xz2CPGV7Srm0FMSKwsRqoFczxWc-Xif0uoQpleLiraEUw4PD47pl9rGfhW4rU1rJB9OqDAx5CgX-6m7V6K9pFD-8SuQHI384OxV/s1600/DSC_0191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmCLYbH1yFse67r5l6jD02iErBrcYDEOpPexYcmiT7Xz2CPGV7Srm0FMSKwsRqoFczxWc-Xif0uoQpleLiraEUw4PD47pl9rGfhW4rU1rJB9OqDAx5CgX-6m7V6K9pFD-8SuQHI384OxV/s640/DSC_0191.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Reaching out to me when I called her name.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwSKI9v5gIaa0jA2e7z4eSvIgVhtx0ZgR6xyzCOXWkYHn1EU6jPI0lWM8ep22IfnHUR56DicG19l7Z97RzjsphOzAyuixAc3fh3fDCK7oTIVX63gxxmReemtyPLATwdbTe6pwNkcAK1C6x/s1600/DSC_0192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwSKI9v5gIaa0jA2e7z4eSvIgVhtx0ZgR6xyzCOXWkYHn1EU6jPI0lWM8ep22IfnHUR56DicG19l7Z97RzjsphOzAyuixAc3fh3fDCK7oTIVX63gxxmReemtyPLATwdbTe6pwNkcAK1C6x/s640/DSC_0192.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Malika and Justus driving a car. Malika is pretending the thing she is holding is her stick shift and the hangars are the steering wheels.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMpte8k_HEBoxUSg3O0KBTLaG_GEe9cbgTM6-afO6htD8sRvOT7MWINvJp9X0NIAzejEXkx4W3GW4Q3phd3uMoXv_P7-qaHZROXQouS-xynHAhFksdI8g2INtFXoIeWLXLYl_XPKL8obOj/s1600/DSC_0197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMpte8k_HEBoxUSg3O0KBTLaG_GEe9cbgTM6-afO6htD8sRvOT7MWINvJp9X0NIAzejEXkx4W3GW4Q3phd3uMoXv_P7-qaHZROXQouS-xynHAhFksdI8g2INtFXoIeWLXLYl_XPKL8obOj/s640/DSC_0197.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Playing in the puddles after it rained</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHdriIFD-T7ThgtYDHftL9Ot27qX1eiljlaQX-mm04Nz4Zm69zs24lsOP8nWxjtn8DyGY0OQTdWWRiYheGK6qK88tHVB9ZVzrrQVageNn1Sx1qjQT7K6org9czW81U7LW9A_MJJP4lkb5/s1600/DSC_0210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4ZolG7TLbjQtc_cvxshNQwFIzzSiPvYBcXwBTpUpXaC73NqonaFwDV37kHvdKZyWW5FYuf3mPqOVKzfNV1HUQzAKhRlJmWvASXZtMi9i40WeNMaidMAFuGMrOqyRMRL0YpbpCoWdgsRw/s1600/DSC_0203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4ZolG7TLbjQtc_cvxshNQwFIzzSiPvYBcXwBTpUpXaC73NqonaFwDV37kHvdKZyWW5FYuf3mPqOVKzfNV1HUQzAKhRlJmWvASXZtMi9i40WeNMaidMAFuGMrOqyRMRL0YpbpCoWdgsRw/s400/DSC_0203.jpg" width="265" /></a><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHdriIFD-T7ThgtYDHftL9Ot27qX1eiljlaQX-mm04Nz4Zm69zs24lsOP8nWxjtn8DyGY0OQTdWWRiYheGK6qK88tHVB9ZVzrrQVageNn1Sx1qjQT7K6org9czW81U7LW9A_MJJP4lkb5/s400/DSC_0210.jpg" width="265" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HoLsTFBgQM5VxauQ1q0u6j80HKFZFpFQs0ffjjqTEbUC9Ps2JDDqzvjUxh6ngwTTf8EldnAbK3NYxBAUcjenctufOGN5E4VQyubHn7qnPMNuJV1pB-zIyzj6BHF0grxlItUWCNzis91p/s1600/DSC_0215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HoLsTFBgQM5VxauQ1q0u6j80HKFZFpFQs0ffjjqTEbUC9Ps2JDDqzvjUxh6ngwTTf8EldnAbK3NYxBAUcjenctufOGN5E4VQyubHn7qnPMNuJV1pB-zIyzj6BHF0grxlItUWCNzis91p/s640/DSC_0215.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Kaylee sitting on her car outside. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTLvdOox58apFc3jizrU0TmrDMvPfW7LZ2fO7Sv8Om6kbdGFxPImPkv_uT0DlpZbXSaisEJQkzpr3OGDh51DksnS0N2T42C8y3T5fEkTx5UXLsYVl3i49pXLvKlrnTVx1fGk22uXS0-ZW/s1600/DSC_0223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTLvdOox58apFc3jizrU0TmrDMvPfW7LZ2fO7Sv8Om6kbdGFxPImPkv_uT0DlpZbXSaisEJQkzpr3OGDh51DksnS0N2T42C8y3T5fEkTx5UXLsYVl3i49pXLvKlrnTVx1fGk22uXS0-ZW/s640/DSC_0223.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is from today. I put Kaylee down for a minute to get my camera to upload pictures and this is how I found them when I got back. Justus was patting Kaylee, saying "Kay-ee" over and over. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibeg4TwzxQGG0GZzhbpi8cpX2FEzkA-qS4P_G0xim3o7GSMk_RweOLreXHOHuaGCdMmcBOLlvbPpaUlcZ6rmxqSPzUpEiEQ6L1hTgKgoIGdyp5h_zfkJe36Pb_TBku8l2CVH6yxgRoV1-k/s1600/DSC_0226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibeg4TwzxQGG0GZzhbpi8cpX2FEzkA-qS4P_G0xim3o7GSMk_RweOLreXHOHuaGCdMmcBOLlvbPpaUlcZ6rmxqSPzUpEiEQ6L1hTgKgoIGdyp5h_zfkJe36Pb_TBku8l2CVH6yxgRoV1-k/s640/DSC_0226.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079283785228132950noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619220330002497337.post-83022951920389856302011-06-07T10:56:00.000-07:002011-06-07T10:56:58.461-07:00Leaving this blogI am not going to continue writing on this blog, except an occasional update. I know, I hate it when I read an adoption blog all the way through the adoption and then they drop off and never write again once coming home, so I'm sorry to be doing that too. I really have enjoyed writing on here and hate to leave, but I'm just not liking the idea of putting my thoughts and life out there for people to read and critique and to take it differently than I meant.<br />
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I have updated this blog and will keep it up to for other adoptive families to read and learn from. I hope to be starting a private family blog when I can come up with a name :)<br />
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Kaylee is doing great. She is so sweet and happy and snuggly. She does not scream as much anymore. She seems to be learning what we mean when we say "no scream". She is doing new things like, finding a crumb or piece of dirt on the floor and bending over until she is literally touching it, then she moans to it. It really is cute, but if I don't stop her, she would continue to do it.<br />
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She is signing more all on her own and usually at the right times :), but I think she may have confused it with eat, because she signs it when she wants to eat. She does more of a clap and does it so excitedly, probably she got that because I was so excited when she started doing it. We are working on the signs for eat and drink. She gets eat, but doesn't do it on her own and I'm not sure she understands it yet.<br />
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We are having some issues with eating. She cries at the top of her lungs if I walk away during meal times, even if I just gave her a spoonful of food. I am hoping she will figure it out that I will come back, unless I sign and say "all done". She doesn't want to use a spoon, but we are still working on it. I try to use a spoon and hold it in her hand for the first few bites, then either let her pick up her food with her hands or feed it to her. She prefers to have her hands in the air while eating, of course that way, the food usually ends up behind her :)<br />
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Kaylee absolutely loves food and gets so excited about it. She loves it so much, she tries to eat everything. I take leaves and mulch out of her mouth constantly. Yesterday, she even found the cat food. I told Josh and he said "she is taking after her brother". I have joked about sending cat food to college with Justus, because even now at almost 2, if he finds it, he will eat it and say "mmmm", yuck! So, she pretty much fits into our family :)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Here are our 7 kids, 3 from Ukraine</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwXwShDApoqWFOEIV3nWWR0ZVf6-609JfIKrRFZ0mertBZS62601fZ1eptILOFqwaE9DisbBJ1zcxV_cPBlzrH5SuRqoDhY6gqCV9hJ3256D9vmJl1qLKGGnSZlWFG3SLwq1JoZBpBWfZ/s1600/100_1119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwXwShDApoqWFOEIV3nWWR0ZVf6-609JfIKrRFZ0mertBZS62601fZ1eptILOFqwaE9DisbBJ1zcxV_cPBlzrH5SuRqoDhY6gqCV9hJ3256D9vmJl1qLKGGnSZlWFG3SLwq1JoZBpBWfZ/s400/100_1119.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have been trying to teach Kaylee to play. I have heard that other children adopted from orphanages don't know how to play. I did not understand that fully until bringing Kaylee home. Her idea of playing is to hit herself in the head with a toy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMzz3GTn_R22OwYU58AkXEpuTe2HtON4tGcKsYEx1jWuHw4GODQTriNviENY6Dc8_cV5oK_KDk46TDEPlgzxKiIFh81yKelD-LneiMtDSA2-FBrVYwQGkyAosmzcDQ-IxA4I2r8Dek8RYs/s1600/DSC_0126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMzz3GTn_R22OwYU58AkXEpuTe2HtON4tGcKsYEx1jWuHw4GODQTriNviENY6Dc8_cV5oK_KDk46TDEPlgzxKiIFh81yKelD-LneiMtDSA2-FBrVYwQGkyAosmzcDQ-IxA4I2r8Dek8RYs/s400/DSC_0126.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
I have been working on playing and being sweet with a baby doll. She is getting it, when I put a baby in her arms and say "oh sweet baby", she gets a huge smile on her face, but as soon as I take my hands away, she will drop or throw the baby. I'm sure in another 6 months she will be a different child.<br />
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Whoever you are that wrote it and for any other people who read this, know one thing, I love Kaylee, and I love children. And never would I only adopt a "normal" child or think that any other child deserves to stay in an orphanage. That is not what I think and that is not what I meant about Kaylee being so smart.<br />
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I only was writing what was in my heart, that is what a blog is for, right? Or do you just want only the happy and pretty stuff?<br />
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I do carry Kaylee wherever I go, I put her in a sling, I try to keep her with me, I take her from room to room with me, so don't even judge me for leaving her or being sad that she acts like a baby. I am not sad that she acts like a baby, sometimes she does act more like a baby and sometimes she acts like a two year old. I wouldn't trade her at all, yes, sometimes it is hard, but no I do not expect her to be anything other than who she is, EVER. I will always love her as she is.<br />
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We are dealing with screaming issues with her, and it has nothing to do with me leaving her or that she doesn't know I am coming back, because she can be next to me and see me and still does it. But, do I expect her to always be that way, no I don't. But, still it is best for me to speak the truth on here rather than just paint a happy pretty picture if things are not.<br />
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As for her having Down Syndrome, I do not and will not treat her any different than my other children, yes, she may learn slower and differently, but if I treat her differently, then that will be her disability, not Down Syndrome, so please don't judge me saying that she is not the child I should have adopted.<br />
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So, please, if you have nothing nice to say, then don't say anything. If you want to ask me a question, then please ask.Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079283785228132950noreply@blogger.com7