Inga and Elena have dance fever. Their gymnastics instructor started teaching them tap dancing for a portion of the class, and I bought Inga the book
Dancing Shoes by Noel Streatfield, and now Inga wants to do nothing but dance. We visited a friend's dance class, and they let her try on a costume and dance with the class (you could see a better picture but I can't get any sideways shots to show up correctly on the blog!). She really does look like a dancer!
Alex took another trip to the ER last week. It's kind of scary when you walk into the Emergency Room doors and the people at the desks all look up at you and some of them wave and say things like, "Oh, you're back! How's Alex doing?". Maybe people who work in hospitals become blind to the sight of blood dripping all down someone's face and shirt, or they wouldn't have asked that. Kind of like becoming used to the smell of cow dung when you live on a farm. Anyway, this time they wanted to do a CT scan and little Alex in the middle of this spaceship-looking thing was so cute I couldn't resist taking a picture. Then later they put staples in his head. He has now had stitches, glue, and staples for each of his three head wounds. I wonder if they will come up with something new the next time we have to visit?
Alex had his adoption day celebration on March 28, 2 years to the day after we went to court and officially adopted him. He went around telling everyone, "I 'dopted today, I 'dopted!!" We watched his orphanage videos and the first few days--he was so sad, and sick, and helplessly cute! He was wearing the same sweater that we took to bring Sam home in. We gave him a little flute-pipe from Russia for his adoption day gift, and ate brownies and ice cream (no, I did not let him put all that into his mouth at the same time). I figured out we have 10 birthday and adoption day celebrations between November 26 and June 15. That's a lot of cake. I am going to have to get creative here, or we are all going to become sick of cake.
Inga and Elena have dance fever. Their gymnastics instructor started teaching them tap dancing for a portion of the class, and I bought Inga the book Dancing Shoes by Noel Streatfield, and now Inga wants to do nothing but dance. We visited a friend's dance class, and they let her try on a costume and dance with the class (you could see a better picture but I can't get any sideways shots to show up correctly on the blog!). She really does look like a dancer!
Alex took another trip to the ER last week. It's kind of scary when you walk into the Emergency Room doors and the people at the desks all look up at you and some of them wave and say things like, "Oh, you're back! How's Alex doing?". Maybe people who work in hospitals become blind to the sight of blood dripping all down someone's face and shirt, or they wouldn't have asked that. Kind of like becoming used to the smell of cow dung when you live on a farm. Anyway, this time they wanted to do a CT scan and little Alex in the middle of this spaceship-looking thing was so cute I couldn't resist taking a picture. Then later they put staples in his head. He has now had stitches, glue, and staples for each of his three head wounds. I wonder if they will come up with something new the next time we have to visit?
Alex had his adoption day celebration on March 28, 2 years to the day after we went to court and officially adopted him. He went around telling everyone, "I 'dopted today, I 'dopted!!" We watched his orphanage videos and the first few days--he was so sad, and sick, and helplessly cute! He was wearing the same sweater that we took to bring Sam home in. We gave him a little flute-pipe from Russia for his adoption day gift, and ate brownies and ice cream (no, I did not let him put all that into his mouth at the same time). I figured out we have 10 birthday and adoption day celebrations between November 26 and June 15. That's a lot of cake. I am going to have to get creative here, or we are all going to become sick of cake.
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