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Welcome to some of the quirks of America, kiddos! They got their first taste of turkey and all the fixin’s in the food & football fest that is Thanksgiving.

It was a different kind of Thanksgiving for us. No Thanksgiving Day project this year. That is because we dropped a few Benjamins on a storm door. Okay, and we were too busy to buy paint. I thought we already had some for the master bath, attempt #4. Instead the kids discovered the great fun of playing in the trunk of my car. Go figure!

After naps, we went to some friends’ home for dinner. They got to run around outside while I tossed the squeaky dog toy at them. They thought it was a blast. And they enjoyed their first turkey. It was great.

Last weekend we watched Stuart Little. I wonder what the kids thought about that adoption. A movie about adoption you don’t want to see is Adopting Terror, not to be confused with the most likely even more horrible Paranormal Adoption, which shows up as a recent Netflix addition starring Samwise himself.

We are thankful for how “easy” the transition has been. We know some people who have had very difficult transitions. We also know people who have had huge medical problems. Thus far we’ve pretty much been trauma-free.

We are fighting some power struggles with both kids. They really don’t seem to be used to Mom & Dad being in charge. That can be a difficult transition for them. Consistent and firm can be tough at times. I have to keep reminding myself that Asher is 2 since he’s mostly potty trained already. He moves so slowly, like he’s waiting for you to take over and do whatever it is for him. I think it is age appropriate stuff- getting dressed, taking off shoes (not putting them on), getting on and off the potty with a stool. I know he can do them because he has done them. Sometimes he just decides he doesn’t want to do them. Or come upstairs like you have told him to.

She doesn’t have the helpless act. She’s just more resistant and pouty. One funny difference with her and Jadon is that when she is tired she sucks her middle finger instead of her thumb. It doesn’t happen often, but it sure looks odd when it does.

They have both had skin issues. Both of them on an ear, and her on her rear. They get these crusty spots spots that can ooze and bleed. We aren’t sure what causes them, but hydrocortisone seems to work.

The kids, all 4 of them, love this new song by Audio Adrenaline with new singer Kevin Max (who seems to have been hitting the weight room). Sounds like Cold Play with Michael Tait doing his “whoa whoa”s in there. But it is a great song about adoption.

Hope you had a great Thanksgiving!


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We did get a call from Senator McCain’s office last week that was potentially good news. Or, maybe not.

They found Asher’s folder and are sending it to Tucson. It is … empty. But he exists. He just isn’t in the country, according to them. They think they have enough in Micah’s folder to complete his. If they don’t, we’ll have to help them reconstruct it. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. This has had more twists and turns than a Harlan Coben novel. We’ll see how this ends up.

Amie is mostly better, which is not quite like mostly dead. Just a cough that acts up from time to time. My chest cold lingers on. It didn’t really help that I decided to remove the buffle grass from the backyard. There was plenty of it, and it stirred up lots of dust. If I don’t talk much, I don’t cough much. But Sunday is a day filled with talking. So, it was a long day.

But before all that…

A friend had a birthday party at the local bowling alley Thursday night. This was the first time, we think, that Micah has gone bowling. We had a fun night. Among the kids, Micah won. It is great progress that the other kids were not upset. They started bowling the old-fashioned way. About half way thru we shifted to the ramp. They really enjoyed that.

Sore on Friday morning, we got up early to head to the Phoenix Zoo. It is vastly superior to the Reid Park Zoo in many ways. It is much larger and we didn’t see all of it the first time. They kept reminding us that it is “A World Class Zoo”. It was significantly light on Asia & the Americas, however. Heavy on Africa. We had a great time. Micah really enjoyed the carousel. Eli …. still afraid of it. We finished up, after a hot day, at the petting zoo so the kids could rub down the goats.

Sometime in the midst of all this fun, Amie decided it was time for potty training-lite. He has actually made significant progress. This morning, though he had a diaper on since they went to BSF, he held it until they got home. We’ve had a few of the obligatory “accidents” in the garage and waiting for a sibling to get out of the bathroom. But pretty good.

Yesterday afternoon I was throwing the ball for the kids to hit. Eli rocketed the first pitch, and it was down hill from there. Then it was Micah’s turn. She slammed quite a few of them. Maybe she’ll end up playing softball some day.

Amie called me at work today, asking when I would be home because Micah kept asking her when I’d be home. I guess she likes me.

We also cut up the pumpkins. Eli’s has 3 eyes. The girls’ pumpkin is named Pumpkin Joy, and she has eyebrows.

We are reminded, again, at how thankful we should we. We know some other people who have had very difficult transitions. Ours has been pretty easy. That has probably been helped by the presence of Jadon and Eli. This despite the fact that Eli teaches Micah and Asher all his bad habits, and has been known to hit Micah from time to time. This has been a bad week for that.

At the zoo, we talked to another family that has adopted a few kids from China. They thought the younger girl was 3 1/2, and it turns out she is actually 5 and rather delayed developmentally. One of the other Congo families adopted 2 kids they were told were 3 and 4. Later they were told they were really 4 and 6. Turns out, they are actually 6 and 9. Heartbreaking, to be sure.

This is one risk of international adoption. Sometimes ages are not able to be verified because they were not born in hospitals and don’t have birth certificates. Sometimes they are “given” ages in keeping with their development, or possibly to make them more adoptable.

It is shocking, and quite painful for the parents at times. But I am reminded that when the Father adopted me, he didn’t get any prize. I’ve been plenty of trouble. When we adopt a child, we get unexpected troubles. They frighten us, stretch us and can even break us. In preparing for my sermon this week, I’m referencing 2 Corinthians 12- that His power is perfected in our weakness. It is a process that we do not enjoy

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