I wish I had taken a better picture of Grace's palate before her palate repair surgery (16 months ago). I went back in my pictures and was able to blow up this one (sorry for the yucky noses in these pics).
As you can see... there was nothing but a big gaping hole up there.
No wonder everything came of out of her little nose.
and now look!
CAN YOU BELIEVE the difference?!
Look at that perfect little palate.
Thank you God for giving Grace's doctor the skilled hands to perform Your miracles.
Happily carrying his little backpack to preschool, wearing his little size 8 toddler velcro sneaks. Now he has folders labeled "science", "math", "social studies" and "composition". I have prepared him that if he needs help with his math homework these year... he better look elsewhere besides me.
and his feet...they are as big as mine.
Kailey will be in 2nd grade this year. SECOND GRADE!!!!!!
(April 2006 - 2 years old)
Devin starts Kindergarten.
(December 2007 - 12 months)
He will ride a bus to school with Braden and Kailey. This will be the first year he won’t spend at least one day a week with his Grandparents. Because he’s gonna be in school!
But, oh man, is he so ready to go to school. I keep saying to him… “I can’t believe you are going to school!” …. his response… “Oh Mom, it’s not THAT big of a deal”.
Oh yes it is.
Yes. It. Is.
As if that wasn’t all bad enough…
My not-even-three-year-old baby girl.
(February 2011 - 17 months)
We be heading off to preschool at the elementary school (instead of our super warm, cuddly, cozy, safe church-based preschool program). She is going to attend our town’s early intervention preschool program where she will get more intensive speech services.
I hope it’s the right choice. I’m still not so sure.
And to make matters worse… she will be riding a little mini-bus there everyday.
That means… I have to put her on the bus. And kiss her goodbye. And watch the bus pull away as it takes my not-even-three year-old baby girl to school.
I think I may seriously need someone there to scoop me off the ground as I fall into a puddle of tears.
I’m pray that this is going to be OK for Grace. That she will somehow understand what is going on.
She knows she is going to school. She has her new monkey backpack. And her new Minnie Mouse lunch box. She even has an "I LOVE Minnie Mouse" folder to put in her backpack.
Every day she asks if today is the day for “Cool” (School). But, I’m not so sure she realizes that when she gets on the bus… I’m not going with her. Or that her security team of Braden, Kailey and Devin will not be in her classroom with her.
But....But.... But.... I say...
She was just sleeping in a crib three weeks ago.
She still wears a pull-up to bed.
She needs her blanket by her side for comfort.
She is MY BABY!
I think the transition from baby/toddler to preschooler has been so much more difficult for me this time around. I think it's cause I missed out on the first 17 months. Even though I've LOVED her far before I even knew her, I have only been able to cuddle with her for 18 months... that means I should have another 18 before sending her off to preschool. Don't ya think?!
Sigh. I can’t handle it.
Notice I say I can’t handle it. Truth is… SHE is probably going to be just fine.
Grace’s needed her ear tubes reinserted a few weeks back.
Boy were we tired of her saying “huh?”
Amazing what those tubes do!
As many/most of you know… the whole ear tube thing, not a big deal. But, it still required us to go outpatient surgery at the children’s hospital. And she was prepped just like she was going for a more major surgery. And the last time that happened…wasn’t too much fun for her.
So, she was apprehensive. And confused why I was bringing her to this place. Again.
Even going to the operating room in a kid’s size version of a pink Cadillac Escalade, with Minnie Mouse riding as a passenger, didn’t really make things that much better.
Then she woke up a few minutes later.
And she had that look. Oh THAT LOOK.
Was she ever mad at me.
She wouldn’t look at me.
Turned her head in the opposite direction.
Silent tears fell down her face.
She wouldn’t let me wipe them.
She wiped them herself with her blanket.
She WOULD NOT look at me.
It was heartbreaking. For me.
But I get it.
I reassured her she was ok and she would be going home soon.
She wasn’t having it. She was furious. And she let me know it.
I took her home a short time later. And happiness returned.
I’m not ashamed to admit I tried to bribe her love back with a donut.
She forgave me. Not sure if it was the donut or that I returned her back home.
I’m sure glad HOME makes her happy. And home to her… it’s wherever her Daddy, Bebe (Braden), Leley (Kailey), and Bubba (Devin) are.
I love that she loves. And grateful she forgave me for bringing her to THAT place.
We are a crazy loud family of six. Steve and I have been blessed with four children, three the old fashion way and one through the miracle of adoption. We blog to tell our story. Here we share with you the laughter, tears, joy and chaos that is our home.
On this adventure of life and love for 13 years!
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Our 4 year old blessing from Bo’ai County, Jiaozuo, Henan Province, China… forever in our arms February 21, 2011