I am expecting. I am a very white woman in Washington, expecting a little Asian girl in Vietnam. The anticipation of the arrival of our daughter is the same as it was when I was pregnant with our son, but lately it has been waning. With the talk about some corruption in the Vietnamese adoption process, I think I have put up my guard a bit, wondering if the Lord is going to ask us to wait even longer, or look in a different country. I hope not, because I am quite attached to Vietnam right now.
It really has been a rough month for us – nothing major, but we’re discouraged in several realms, so I think my view of everything is cloudy.
On a positive note, we are DTV 2 months as of today. When I write that I think it really has flown by, and I can wait another 10 months or so, but yesterday I would have said we’ve been waiting forever already! This spring I have several friends and a sister-in-law who will be having babies, and I think that is when it will get really hard for me.
Today we had snow that stuck and got deeper and deeper. We decorated the tree this morning before it started snowing. Koen loved “helping” decorate by setting balls on the branches. He is now saying “helper” and joining in with whatever I’m doing – laundry, unloading the dishwasher, cleaning, making waffles this morning…..so cute!
Koen being a "helper" putting a string of stars on the tree.
This evening Koen pulled his chair up real close to the tree and named all the ornaments in reach: "heart, cross, car, choo-choo, ding-ding (for bell), dight (light)...Anyway, then right after he went down for his nap this afternoon, it started snowing. I was kind of bummed because I wanted him to see it, but then an hour into his nap he wipe up. I heard him saying “bye-bye” on the monitor and went up to find him trying to shoo the cat out of his room. Oops! So, I removed the distraction, and laid him back down. He responded by screaming for several minutes, and then crying/whining for quite a while. I eventually gave in and got him up. I opened the blinds in his room and pointed out the pretty white falling stuff. He got the biggest smile, and kept saying “no, no” repeatedly (meaning snow).
We let the snow fall another hour or so and then got bundled up and went out to play in the “no.” He couldn’t really do much with his mittens on (thumbs not in the right place of course), but he enjoyed walking around. Papa and I made a snowman, and he enjoyed poking it with a stick. Then the neighbors – two boys and their fun parents- joined us and proceeded to win a snowball fight against Keith. It was fun to watch that, and the 2 youngest boys wander around playing with and eating the snow as the chaotic war took place around them. Koen didn’t want to come in. We were freezing, but apparently he was fine!
First impressions of the snow.
Just before the start of the snowball war - Koen's the blue blob in the back.Keith leaves for Asia in about 36 hours, and I’m in denial about that. He’s been so busy lately I’ve barely seen him, and now I’m not going to see him until December 12th?! It’s probably good to see if I can do this mom thing on my own every now and then, but I’m really pretty dependent on Keith. I’m not sure if that’s a bad thing though. The Bible does say the “two shall become one.” And it’s hard to only be a half for 10 days. I might be blogging more as therapy.
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