Adoption...

I just spent a good half hour, at least, catching up on my friend Ms J's blog (my blog is giving me errors so I can't make her link easy, but if you go to www.inourownweirdway.blogspot.com you will find their story there). She and her husband have adopted a gorgeous little girl from China and I am totally over the moon for her. Please keep her and Dr J (her hubby) in your prayers, and send up some special prayers for their Lil Pumpkin too, please! The adjustment time is very difficult for all of them, and she could use some well wishing too.

And reading her story made me realize, again, just how especially blessed Robin and I are to have been able to adopt our little Sugar Booger. Ms J reminded me just how special adoption is and how blessed we are to have been granted this, the biggest, most precious gift we have ever been given!

Just last week I was reading an article in one of the million baby magazines littering my living room while My Caramel Pancake was sleeping, and one of the articles, written specifically focused on Adoption in South Africa, said that in the entire Western Cape region of South Africa, only ONE white baby has been adopted in the last four years! And then I look at Sugar Booger and think "How on Earth did we get her???" There is really only one answer to that question: it is God. It is all Him. He is the reason our family is finally complete. Mind blowing!

Is it a tea-cozy? Or just another madhatter hillbilly?

Oh so soppy

I so know that my blog has become totally soppy. Me thinks I might have lost my edge. Maybe that's what becoming a mommy does to you? Oh well, too bad. Let me just plunge ahead and tell you what's on my mind, regardless. And it's short and sweet: It's no secret that I totally adore my hubby... But I never knew that I was capable of loving him even more than I did, when it was just the two of us. Seeing him as a father, as Daddy for Jess, has totally blown my socks off. I don't have a clue what I did to deserve this man of mine. But I'm going to hold onto him with both hands (and feet) for the rest of my life. Just look at these gorgeous pics of my man and our noonoo pie...

Hands off, girls. He's taken.

Pretty in pink

It's the dimples that do me in.

Those darn dimples. They get me every time.

Happy gal

And... MORE pics!

More weekend pics

We took Jess to our favourite coffee shop in Durban. To, you know, initiate her have coffee. In these pics are Robin's uncle Juri and his aunty Di with lil Jess. And then one of my mom with her favourite granddaughter.

Let the little children come unto Me.

OK, y'all. I'm back. For all of two minutes, but back nonetheless. Wow! I can't believe I get to go online again... how long has it been? Over a week! My shattered nerves. That accounts for the nervous tic I developed a few days ago. And for the, oh, six hundred or so new photo's I have waiting to upload.

When I get snap-happy, I get snap-happy.

In my next life I'm going to be a paparazzo. Hmmm, I wonder... Does Heaven stock paparazzo's?

Aaaannnnnyhoo...

So, this past weekend, Robin, Jess, half the household goods and I trooped down to Durban for Jesse-Lee's special Dedication Service. Dang! Kids needs lots of things for a weekend! It's just as well we bought the double cab then. Next time we go anywhere, I'm thinking of calling a removal company to help with the preparations. And (uggghhh!!!) the unpacking. And that's all I have to say about that.

But the service was AWESOME! We had our groovy friend, Pastor Gideon and his wife, Rhona, drive down from Johannesburg especially to do the service for us. And the church was super duper packed! Friends and family from all over came to share in the joy with us! It was AWESOME! Of course, a few tears were shed... (You know you're getting old, when happiness makes you cry, hey?) And later, a few pounds gained. (My mom-in-law knows her way around a kitchen!)

Here are a few pics of my favourite moments at the service.

ABOVE: Haha! Note the expression! Jess wasn't too impressed about being held up like a trophy... So she told us all about it. (BELOW)

ABOVE: Little Ethan joined the party.