tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39181378603763777282024-03-14T01:19:59.893-07:00Our LighthouseGod's Word lighting our paths, as we live, love and laugh the life Jesus means for us to have!!!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-58563050603141301102016-12-11T14:33:00.001-08:002016-12-11T14:33:14.800-08:00MICAH1234<style type="text/css" scoped> blockquote, div.yahoo_quoted { margin-left: 0 !important; border-left:1px #715FFA solid !important; padding-left:1ex !important; background-color:white !important; } </style><br><br><br><a href="https://yho.com/footer0">Sent from Yahoo Mail for iPad</a><br> Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-42737611358323277142013-12-12T04:38:00.000-08:002013-12-12T04:38:14.907-08:00Visiting Maya's orphanage and foster familyToday was a very emotional day. I was allowed to see where Maya has lived since she was 8 months old. I met her main nanny who cared for her until the age of three, and her foster parents who have cared for her from age three until present.
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foster families live in a building near the orphanage. Each foster family has four children with special needs. Next week a new child will move in with Maya's foster family. Her foster mother and father were very loving, and I am so grateful for the love she received.
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to see the children in the orphanage and know so many of them will live there whole lives in an institution was hard. Half the Sky foundation runs in Maya's orphanage, so it is a very well run orphanage, and the children are well cared for. However, an orphanage is not the love of a family.
I especially had a soft spot for Maya's 14 year old brother with down syndrome. At 14 he is no longer eligable to be adopted. He will live his whole life in the social welfare institute. I asked to take a picture of him and he had a sweet pose for me.
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I cannot express how grateful I am to be raised in a loving home in our beautiful country. I am emotionally exhausted, and will never forget today. I also remember that God reaches into every corner, and I can do what I can do, but, must give the rest to Him. But, we also need to allow our hearts to break for what breaks His....and that heartbreak hurts.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-902935790556961152013-12-10T03:45:00.000-08:002013-12-10T03:45:23.371-08:00Family Day and official Adoption DayYesterday, I arrived in Nanjing and was brought straight to the civil affairs office. I was nervous, and walked into a very full building full of crying babies and kids with adoptive parents. walked throught the room, and recognized Maya right away.
Maya did not make strange, and seemed rather indifferent to everything going on. She was very, very quiet, so, at that moment I was still thinking she was none verbal.
The staff gave me the gifts we had sent her, they took our picture, and we were sent off to our hotel for some bonding time :)
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At the hotel, we began playing, and I saw a very giggly girl, who also had much more language then I had thought she would have. She is charming, and a bit of a stinker, all good signs of her personality.
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I was not sure if Maya would be toilet trained, she is, and tells me when she has to go. The kid scrubs her hands after like she is prepping for surgery.
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she eats well, and really likes to eat with a bowl and spoon.
Today we went and finalized her adoption
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I find it very special signing the papers and making it official with my red fingerprint. Like blood it reminds me we are now blood relatives. FAMILY
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Maya loved going shopping and riding in the cart, she also loved riding in the stroller, such blessings,as I had put her in the back carrier, but will save my back for the trip up the great wall.
Again, thank you for your continued prayers, on this journey to Maya in China. I have been doing very well, am healthy. I enjoyed a huge apple tonight, which was nice, as I do not think I can eat more rice or noodles for a few meals. The food is much better in Beijing.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-76698633800208849392013-12-08T00:37:00.000-08:002013-12-08T00:37:00.695-08:00Beijing-Day 1Today we took the bus to pipe alley and enjoyed some hotpot. I loved this hotpot restaraunt and was so happy we traveled back there. We also saw a lovely lake and enjoyed looking in the stores in pipe alley
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Tomorrow morning, I fly to Nanjing and in the afternoon will meet our sweet Maya for the first time. I am excited, yet, it somewhat seems surreal that the day is here. Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-18636013628469302512013-12-03T16:05:00.000-08:002013-12-03T16:05:06.640-08:00The Count Down.It seems like a lifetime ago when I first saw her picture. The face that captured Kevin's heart right away. The little girl whom we will soon call our daughter.
On Dec. 6th I will be flying out to Beijing and on to Nanjing, Jiangsu to adopt our sweetie pie.
Please keep me in your prayers, our daughter Maya, and my husband and kiddos who will be staying in Edmonton.
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Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-17415090636615830272013-09-18T19:25:00.000-07:002013-09-18T19:25:01.768-07:00YES, YES, YESYES, YES, YES
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"Get your "YES" straight at the very beginning. Decide on it. Roll around in it. Put it on the table and shellack it. Because you cannot let every delay and snag derail your certainty about adoption. When you say YES, you are saying YES to enter the suffering of the orphan, and that suffering includes WAITING FOR YOU TO GET TO THEM. I promise you, their suffering is worse than yours. We say YES to the tears, YES to the longing, YES to the maddening process,
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YES to the money, YES to hope, YES to the screaming frustration of it all, YES to going the distance through every unforeseen discouragement and delay. Do not imagine that something outside of "your perfect plan" means you heard God wrong. There is NO perfect adoption. EVERY adoption has snags. We Americans invented the "show me a sign" or "this is a sign" or "this must mean God is closing a door" or "God must not be in this because it is hard," but all that is garbage. You know what's hard? Being an orphan. They need us to be champions and heroes for them, fighting like hell to get them home. So we will. We may cry and rage and scream and wail in the process, but get them home we will." --Jen Hatmaker
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This is just too good not to pass on to all. Here is something absolutely positive for a change. I have repeatedly seen the breakdown of the cost of raising a child, but this is the first time I have seen the rewards listed this way. It's nice.
The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from birth to 18 and came up with $160,140.00 for a middle income family. Talk about price shock! That doesn't even touch college tuition.
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But $160,140.00 isn't so bad if you break it down. It translates into:
* $8,896.66 a year,
* $741.38 a month,
* $171.08 a week.
* A mere $24.24 a day!
* Just over a dollar an hour.
Still, you might think the best financial advice is: don't have children if you want to be 'rich.' Actually, it is just the opposite.
What do you get for your $160,140.00?
* Naming rights. First, middle, and last!
* Glimpses of God every day.
* Giggles under the covers every night.
* More love than your heart can hold.
* Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs.
* Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies.
* A hand to hold usually covered with jelly or chocolate.
* A partner for blowing bubbles and flying kites.
* Someone to laugh yourself silly with, no matter what the boss said or how your stocks performed that day.
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For $160,140.00, you never have to grow up. You get to:
* finger-paint,
* carve pumpkins,
* play hide-and-seek,
* catch lightning bugs,
* never stop believing in Santa Claus.
You have an excuse to:
* keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh,
* watch Saturday morning cartoons,
* go to Disney movies, and
* wish on stars.
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You get to frame rainbows, hearts, and flowers under refrigerator magnets and collect spray painted noodlewreaths for Christmas, hand prints set in clay for Mother's Day, and cards with backward letters for Father's Day.
For a mere $24.24 a day, there is no greater bang for your buck. You get to be a hero just for:
* retrieving a Frisbee off the garage roof,
* taking the training wheels off a bike,
* removing a splinter,
* filling a wading pool,
* coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs, and
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* coaching a baseball team that never wins but always gets treated to ice cream regardless.
You get a front row seat in history to witness the:
* First step,
* First word,
* First bra,
* First date,
* First time behind the wheel.
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You get to be immortal. You get another branch added to your family tree, and if you're lucky, a long list of limbs in your obituary called grandchildren and great-grandchildren. You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match.
In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there under God. You have all the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away the monsters under the bed, patch a broken heart, police a slumber party, ground them forever, and love them without limits, so one day they will, like you, love without counting the cost. That is quite a deal for the price!!!!!!!
Love & enjoy your children & grandchildren & great-grandchildren!!!!!!!
It's the best investment you'll ever make!!!!!!!!!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-21060535677529588322013-08-31T20:36:00.001-07:002013-08-31T20:36:00.159-07:00Canadians Adopt: Kevin and Jessica's adoption storyOur storey is featured on the Canada Adopts Blog...just follow the link :)<br />
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Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-72841902485311355082013-05-28T08:35:00.001-07:002013-05-28T08:35:59.738-07:00Great News-Results from Noah's videofluoroscopy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday Noah had a videofluoroscopy done at the stollery. Our wonderful speech therapist was concerned Noah's Palate was not moving, and air was continuing to pass through when it should be closed off and held in the back of his throat.<br />
I was sure Noah would need another surgery, BUT, results showed otherwise. Noah's palate is moving and he has minimal air flowing through. Minimal, not enough to warrant surgery.<br />
In two weeks Noah will be starting a new technique in speech to help him stop air.<br />
Just so thankful our fellow will not be back in surgery.<br />
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<br />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-49154471304748176302013-05-10T11:32:00.001-07:002013-05-10T11:32:33.082-07:00Why God Made Moms:<h3>
<em>Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:</em></h3>
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<strong>Why did God make mothers?</strong></h1>
1. She’s the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.<br />
2. Mostly to clean the house.<br />
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.<br />
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<strong>How did God make mothers?</strong><br />
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.<br />
2 Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.<br />
3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.<br />
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<strong>What ingredients are mothers made of ?</strong></h1>
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.<br />
2. They had to get their start from men’s bones then they mostly use string, I think.<br />
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<strong>Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom? </strong></h1>
1. We’re related.<br />
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people’s moms like me.<br />
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<strong>What kind of little girl was your mom?</strong></h1>
1. My Mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.<br />
2. I don’t know because I wasn’t there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.<br />
3. They say she used to be nice.<br />
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<strong>What did mom need to know about dad before she married him? </strong></h1>
1. His last name.<br />
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?<br />
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?<br />
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<strong>Why did your mom marry your dad? </strong></h1>
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.<br />
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.<br />
3. My grandma says that Mom didn’t have her thinking cap on.<br />
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<strong>Who’s the boss at your house? </strong></h1>
1. Mom doesn’t want to be boss, but she has to because dad’s such a goof ball.<br />
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.<br />
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.<br />
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<strong>What’s the difference between moms & dads? </strong></h1>
1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.<br />
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.<br />
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power ’cause that’s who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend’s.<br />
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.<strong> </strong><br />
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<strong>What does your mom do in her spare time? </strong></h1>
1. Mothers don’t do spare time.<br />
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.<br />
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<strong>What would it take to make your mom perfect? </strong></h1>
1. On the inside she’s already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.<br />
2. Diet – you know, her hair. I’d diet maybe blue.<br />
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<strong>If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be? </strong></h1>
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I’d get rid of that.<br />
2. I’d make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.<br />
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.<br />
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<em>Source Unknown</em></h3>
Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-72137120437629430132013-04-21T20:04:00.002-07:002013-04-21T20:04:43.691-07:00Blessed Beyond Measure<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTmiSeACMWD-mu-FotgzEubTX8ru5UduoWRKIHWN2gQSi4NoISmqDNGPFBX3ZCDEWa64wRKUBzphNBDfFhKzjTb9-d20xGKvTOm4SnKkNJ65H8QpQcNIZ33tGUSXHXLP8CC72uC4XTNyRV/s1600/ultrasound.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTmiSeACMWD-mu-FotgzEubTX8ru5UduoWRKIHWN2gQSi4NoISmqDNGPFBX3ZCDEWa64wRKUBzphNBDfFhKzjTb9-d20xGKvTOm4SnKkNJ65H8QpQcNIZ33tGUSXHXLP8CC72uC4XTNyRV/s320/ultrasound.jpg" /></a>
We have been blessed with this adoption to be part of a wonderful fair trade store called Once Was Lost. This store was made by an adoptive mother to help out Canadian families in the adoption process. With every purchase designated toward us, we recieve 50% of the sale towards our adoption, PLUS, every 25 dollars spent feeds a child in Africa for a week.
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I love all of the products, they are funky and cool..and change frequently enough that their is always some new products popping up. <br />
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If you are interested in purchasing please click on this link<br />
<a href="http://oncewaslost.storenvy.com/" target="_blank">http://oncewaslost.storenvy.com/</a><br />
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When you make a purchase please put our names in the notes to seller box (Kevin and Jessica Leicht) when you are checking out.<br />
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Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-83744212562242137552013-04-16T12:24:00.000-07:002013-04-16T12:24:00.307-07:00more surgery<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last May, being only home two months, Noah had surgery to repair his cleft Palate(above picture pre-surgery)<br />
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We were told that cleft palate surgery is one of the most painful surgeries a child can go through. <br />
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Three weeks of wearing arms splints, and six weeks of baby food was not very fun(sidenote:never, I mean never puree bbq pork chops- you will never look at them the same again)<br />
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We learned today that Noah will likely need a palate revision. This is needed in about 10 percent of cleft palate surgeries when a child sounds nasally, which in this case, is our Noah. <br />
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On a brigher note, the reason we know Noah sounds Nasally, is that he is talking so much, very hard to understand, but talking, and that makes this momma's heart jump for joy.<br />
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I have learned(the hard way many times) that it is all in God's hands, not mine. What a comfort that is.<br />
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<em><span style="color: red;"><strong>Philipians 4:6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and
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<br />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-56670958338012244882013-04-08T13:35:00.001-07:002013-04-08T13:35:39.838-07:00A lifetime..with only a few minutes of love.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Have you heard what happens to children who are not loved...THIS is what happens to children with not only no loving family, but, truly no one who loves or cares for them. <br />
It is heartbreaking..but, ignorance will not fix the problem, nor, averting our eyes from the problems of this world will.<br />
I imagine since this video was taken, this sweet girl now is in the arms of Jesus..running, laughing, singing...because her healing, her love of a family, of a father, came to her not in this earthly life, but, in her heavenly one.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-62444012776155874362013-03-27T18:05:00.000-07:002013-03-27T18:05:07.657-07:00Our appt at the adoption clinic!!Today Noah saw the O.T to be assessed for his one year home. He is pretty much age level for both fine and gross motor skills, and has made some huge gains this past year in these areas.<br />
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As for attatchment, well, Noah has attatched very well, he currently likes to know where mom is at all times, the last month has been a little out of sorts, so this would perhaps explain the anxiety in our little guy.<br />
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The hurdle that Noah faces has to do with his repaired cleft lip and palate. Although both are repaired, Noah still has huge issues with his expressive language and articulation. The doctor implied that we have some challenging years ahead of us, including some pretty intense therapy.(which is not suprising) Noah has such wonderful receptive language and is such a bright little guy, we always pray the best for Noah, and God's will be done in his life.<br />
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Noah is such a blessing in our lives, adoption is such a blessing for parents and kids. Adoption is not just a blessing for the adopted child but, for the family who grafts the child into their family. Noah has taught me so much this year, about God's love for His children, he has helped me understand why God has called us to care for these kiddos. Because of His love and sacrifice, he works through me and has allowed me the blessing of adopting our child.<br />
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Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-84804131392196247982013-03-23T14:07:00.001-07:002013-03-23T14:15:44.381-07:00 Failure to ThriveThe term failure to thrive in our Canadian medical system is often equated with infants who are not meeting growth and developemental milestones. In institutional settings throughout the world, we see children up to release(usually a mental institution or streets)who still would be labelled as failure to thrive.<br />
Noah , came home delayed and put on 30% on his body mass in a year and added quite a huge amount of height( beyond what would be considered an average growth on the curve for a child of his age.)<br />
Sadly, we find 16 year olds the size of two year olds, starved enough to not kill them, but, not allow them to grow or to develop. Orphans we assume are toddlers are a few years older than they appear, not only physically but developmentally as well.<br />
I encourage you to read the link below. Brandon Hatmaker has written a wonderful post on Orphans failure to thrive.<br />
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<br />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-79710765138551266242013-03-22T09:13:00.005-07:002013-03-22T14:12:36.068-07:00Our week in pictures...MONDAY<br />
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In some ways it seems like less than a year...to watch any of your children grow and develop is a wonderful thing...watching Noah transform from a scared little boy...to a happy toddler has truly been a beautiful experience. <br />
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I love the saying "thier are no unwanted children, only unfound families!!" If only the families would realize this!!!!<br />
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This week was one full of appointments. <br />
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As you can see, Noah was not to pleased about the poking and prodding.<br />
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Mommy was happy to see some tears after the needles, as, sometimes Noah seems a little bit too tough for a little guy.<br />
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We are getting closer to be caught up on immunizations.<br />
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Noah does not have TB(hooray)<br />
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And our pediatrician is back from maternity...so, she has requested more extensive testing to see why his thyroid is not working properly.<br />
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Noah was tested for receptive language and came out age appropriate..however, his expessive language and articulation are severe. We are so thankful he is receiving speech once a week at the cleft lip and palate clinic.<br />
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On Monday we have a morning full of more appointments at the cleft lip and palate clinic. I can see a tube that seems to be falling out. Hopefully, his ear drum is moving properly, or he will need a new tube put in.<br />
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On March 5, 2012 we first met Noah, in cold building(literally and figuratively) in the city of Zhengzhou, Henan China. The waiting was about to come to an end, two stories were about to interwoven into one. When we first layed eyes on him, our guy was scared and in shock. One thing we did have, was, one VERY HUNGRY little boy. Up until March 5th, we were pretty sure all he ever had eaten congee and drank formula.</div>
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So fast forward to March 5th 2013 (okay 4th, I am writing a day early...Noah has an exciting gotcha day planned. Filled with speech therapy and immunizations) and we have one very active, mischevious son(yes, he did take off his sock today and put it in my coffee...bleh) Noah's attatchment has gone very well, we have worked very hard at bonding, being very conscious of our relationship and attatchment the first six months home.</div>
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Our story is a beautiful story, inspite of the fact that we are average parents, with average patience(okay, I may be below average some days ;) a regular home in a regular community. No, our story is a beautiful story because of a love that goes far beyond my or Kevin's capabilities. And because of His great love for us, and because He adopted us and grafted us into His family, we are able to graft Noah into our family.</div>
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<em><strong><span style="color: red;"> 1 John 4:19 <span class="text 1John-4-19" id="en-NIV-30623">We love because he first loved us.</span></span></strong></em></div>
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<span class="text 1John-4-19"><span style="color: black;">Noah is a joy and a blessing. What a wonderful son and brother he is. He is full of love and life. We are so in love with our little guy.</span></span></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: blue;">HAPPY GOTCHA DAY NOAH!!!! ONE YEAR IN OUR ARMS...WE LOVE YOU!!!!</span></em></strong></div>
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<br />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918137860376377728.post-15064050088598461772013-03-01T11:33:00.000-08:002013-03-01T11:33:14.454-08:00Theraplay<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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To have a picture of these two little boys, close in proximity to one another, both smiling, is a wonderful moment in this house.<br />
We read about attatchment of parent to adopted child, and adopted child to parent. Either, I have not looked hard enough or their is no books read on sibling attatchment to a toddler or older child adopted sibling.<br />
Attatchment cannot be forced, it cannot be faked by siblings. It has to be real. Most of the attatchemnt issues that arise between these two boys, is<br />
A) a pesky big brother<br />
B) a non-verbal big brother, who LOVES his little brother, but who does know how to engage a toddler to play.<br />
C) a toddler, who can be well, very twoish, and screechy.<br />
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so what have we been "playing" to help foster attatchement<br />
1) face painting with a dry brush<br />
2)"popcorn" people hold corners of a blanket, put balls on the blanket, and shake the blanket to make the balls pop.<br />
3) blanket race. take a corner of the blanket, puff it in the air. one person lets go of their corner and crawls to the other side.<br />
4) brother/sister tortilla/sandwich. use pillows or blankets and make a person sandwich..do not forget the toppings :)<br />
5) serving pretend food ( we have used the melissa and doug birthday cupcake set) one child asks what kind of cupcake the other would like, kind of icing, color of candle etc. It helps promote listening and taking turns.<br />
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Of course, with a two year old our games have to be at his level. However, as a family we have had lots of fun playing them. I love having my face painted...it is like a mini facial.<br />
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I have no doubt that these two will grow closer as Noah grows older. Micah had trouble enaging Anneke in any sort of play when she was a toddler as well. Now the two of them play great together.<br />
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As we continue to build a brotherly bond between these brothers, I am thankful to have the help we need to help them grow in thier relationship<br />
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my baby boy is getting so big :)Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14461850132614199995noreply@blogger.com0