new year. late posting.

Yep, folks.  Back again after falling off into the abyss.  I have emerged with no promises of further postings...  I have three kids now and I underestimated the amount of time I would spend in doctors' offices or at home with snotty noses and coughs this winter.  Guess that should mean more time here, but nope.  I truly have no excuse.  

So on one of those aforementioned doctor's visits, Sweet P is browsing a magazine in the lobby.  She gets to this page and hollers to me, "Mama, Thailand!"  For a non-reader, I was surprised, but that was followed by unwarranted pride that I'm keeping her culture in the forefront of her little mind.  Glad she can recognize the golden buildings from our coffee table Thailand photo book.  I haven't looked at it with her for many months.

...and on a side note, she has taken to answering as follows, when asked "How are you?"... "I'm Sweet P + last name.  Thailand!  'Merica!"

I have no idea.

Nice transition into this picture, from Peanut:

It was taped on her door one day when I went upstairs.  The sad part is the realization that it only prohibits Buddy from her room, who she is endeared to deeply.

See below?  Isn't he charming?  This day it was cool and I told him I needed to grab a jacket before we left the house.  His reply?  "Mom, you don't need a jacket.  I'll keep you warm."

Melt my heart, little man.

Sweet P talks about kangaroos and their pouches for the joey pretty much every day.  She has started carrying her baby dolls in this manner to follow suit:

I am friends with an incredible family in Illinois who is adopting another little girl whose face we saw on the initial waiting child DVD.  It warms my heart to know she will have a family soon!  Her family took part in a fundraiser and sent us t-shirts.  "THAILAND 1.4 million minus 1"... the number of orphans, but it's minus one because their sweet S will soon be home with her forever family!

Guess who turned four?

At Buddy's birthday, Sweet P got to hold her first ever live baby.  She loved it, to say the least.  When asked afterward about holding baby T, she kept saying, "Hold the baby.  Heh-bee."  Meaning, heavy.

As tradition goes, Buddy had a private breakfast date with Daddy on his actual big day.  I promise you, he ate every bite except a few pieces of fruit and jello from those plates.  I am not sure I can financially feed him in ten years!

Until I get back here to finish.  Blessings, angela