Last Saturday evening, Doug and I attended our kids' school auction - decked out like a 1950's diner. So fun! Great decor, music, food... I did my best to dress up like a 50's gal. It's hard to hide that belly, that's for sure :-) Me at 33 weeks... boy is this baby weighing me down!
John Michael at 29 months old. Loving life!
Fun, fun! We love this little park...
and so do his buddies.
That's Joaquin (
Three's a Charm) trying to stand up solo and Joey (
Our Bundle of Joy) on his tummy on the leopard blanket. Sheridan (
Genetically Enhanced) is front, right and John Michael is in the middle of his other local buddies. Here, we're all waiting to give Joaquin's mom, Jennifer, a travel gift for baby Sofia (
Saving Sofia), a beautiful little girl they're adopting from the Ukraine who also has Down syndrome. With all the uncertainty of that nasty Icelandic volcanic ash, they were finally able to leave yesterday and are now literally headed to the Ukraine from Kiev.
Our gift to Jennifer was an afghan, lovingly crocheted by CJ Field of the
T21 Traveling Afghan Project. Each color represent was chosen by Sofia's little friends and held a symbolic meaning. You can go to Saving Sofia blog to see each meaning. John Michael's color for Sofia was white for purity and grace and ties all the other colors together.
Jennifer and her husband, Hector, are going to get to see and hold their baby girl tomorrow for the first time since falling in love with her back in December on the same day as Jennifer's beloved grandmother passed away. The amazing speed in which they accomplished all their paperwork, home study, fundraising and now travels were literally guided by the hand of God. There's no other way to explain how everything has fallen into place. Even the ash made way for them to fly, when it seemed like all hope was lost and they'd have to wait until June for another opportunity.
There have been so many wonderful things happening lately, I just can't keep up!
Finally, here's the not so great... the gash Nicolas got yesterday (before 3 stitches) at his Renaissance Faire. He was working the archery station and was accidentally shot with an arrow while retrieving other arrows from the field. When he stood up, he was struck 1 centimeter from his eye by a blunt, metal-tipped arrow! Poor boy! He's still sore today, but has been quite a trooper, taking his battle wound like a man!