I have read many stories about adopted children grieving for their foster mother. It sounds like the toughest part of adoption. Right up there with the attachment process. Tough stuff and not much fun for the adoptive mother, much less the grieving baby. Well, Miss Kinley is doing some grieving of her own today. Paci is GONE! I had decided recently that I was going to take on this little project before she turned two, and there's no better time to start something than a Monday, right? I've started lots of diets on a Monday and that turned out great! Ha! Anyway, today at her nap I asked if it was time to rock and she immediately grabbed her blankie and ran to her room to look for a paci. I picked her up and told her, "No paci sweet girl." She wasn't convinced (or maybe she was confused). She tried to wriggle her way down off my lap, but I wouldn't let her down. She cried, briefly, a couple times. Sucked on her blankie. Chewed on her blankie. Whimpered a few times. And finally turned towards me, cuddled up, and closed her eyes. That's it?!?! Wow! That was easy. Side note: It was precious watching her just close her eyes and fall asleep without that stupid paci in her mouth. My beautiful, big girl. I would like to tell you some horrifically funny story about how when Blake wouldn't give her the paci at bedtime she smacked him across the face and kicked him in the shins, but it's just not what happened. She grabbed her blankie, we carried her to her bed and said our good nights and I love yous, and she laid down and went to sleep. One more reason why I love this child more than life itself.
On to poo spotting! Well, it has FINALLY cooled off (for now) and we were able to spend some really great family time in the backyard this evening. Kinley loves checking out the garden, writing with her chalk, and just exploring. Exploring can be a little dangerous in our backyard with three big dogs. The "land mines" runneth over. So it was poo scooping time! Blake got out his little pooper scooper and the big trash can and started taking care of business. But before he can get too far Kinley has already figured it out. She is kindly pointing out the piles of poo for Blake! Hysterical! She's so sweet about it. And serious! This is very important work, and daddy needs help. She followed him all over the yard until they were both done with their duties. She is an absolute riot!
And one heck of a soccer player. I know what you're thinking...I'm biased. Of course I think my child is the next Mia Hamm. I'm serious people. For a tiny little 22 month old, she can stinkin' kick that ball. And for all of you naysayers, I have video to prove it. I've just gotta figure out how to get it on here. =)
On the adoption front, no news. We are still in the middle of our home study. This week we are getting our physicals done so our doctor can write a nice note saying we are all healthy and have no communicable diseases. Excellent!
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