Growing up...

It's been two months since I have posted anything on this blog. Life just seems to pass so quickly. Tolido continues to grow and learn. He gains more confidence and independence almost by the hour, it seems. He's coming into that phase where not getting what he wants leads to lots of whining and collapsing to the ground. Lovely behavior... On the whole though, he is a great kid. We couldn't have asked for a more darling child. Last night we went to my mom's 50th high school reunion and Tolido captured the heart of a sweet little 5-year-old girl. She dragged him to the dance floor and he danced (and ran amok on the dance floor) for the better part of an hour. Before the evening was out, he lifted her skirt. Boys... surely we don't need to have *that* discussion yet?!

It's just a love song... sheesh!

Tolido and I were cruising down the road yesterday with the radio cranked up playing Sara Bareilles' Love Song when he starts shrieking.  I look back and he's staring directly at me....  with his fingers in his ears.  Hmm....  What?  Would you prefer some, as your father calls it, "angry young man music?"  Too bad.  You will ride in a flowery car seat in Mommy's car and you will listen to love songs.  It'll make you a better man, trust me.  

And So We Begin...

We have again decided to dive off into the unknown of a foreign adoption - this time from Ethiopia as Guatemala is currently in the throes of redefining its adoption process.  It's an exciting time made just a bit easier by having been through this once before.  We're also facing total uncertainty.  No way to plan and no way to know when (or if) our family will get one darling little face larger.   It's all a leap of faith and hope.  And the patience to just wait...

Found

Hanging out this evening on the patio, watching Tolido track back and forth between us to grace us individually with his impishly angelic little grin, I was struck by a rather obvious-seeming thought that nonetheless tripped me up.  As I looked at my husband and my little boy communicating in their wordless way, I realized that I'd found my two best friends.  Out of all the billions of people in the world, we'd *found* each other.  I happened upon my husband through a tremendous number of choices I made and a convoluted trail of circumstances in my life that ultimately put my life on a collision course with his.  And so it is true of our choices and our path to our little boy.  And if it is in this way that we created our marriage, it follows it would also be a great way to create a family.  And so it has been.