Half-Half

It's been a quarter of a year since we adopted this cute little boy already. Our family celebrates (or at least recognizes) half-birthdays (6-months after your actual birthday) so on Sunday, my hubby mentioned it's Zeth's half-half birthday. What does all that mean? Well, nothing but if you ever get a birthday card from me, and it's late, consider it an early half-birthday card. :)

That's mah boys!

A few recent developments from the past week or so: Zana just sang the alphabet to us in reverse order tonight and it blew my mind how quickly and effortlessly she did it. She also updated us on her future career plans: "I wanna be a Doctor, a pop-star like Hannah Montanna and a Police Woman." Thank goodness "mermaid" dropped off the list - at least for now.


Zeth passed the 3-month mark, started sucking his thumb, quaffing down slightly larger (4oz) bottles and coincidentally started sleeping through the night. Yay!!! Zeth is a spiritual giant stuffed in a tiny body. Several times in the past few weeks while singing Christmas songs with him and even at a recent Christmas devotional, when the Spirit grows strong, it really affects him. He gets a really cute sad face with the furrowed brows and a big trembling lower lip then just cries this sweet sad cry like he really misses heaven or something. The veil between heaven and earth is still very thin with this baby.

We snapped a bunch of family photos last weekend to make into Christmas cards. The only one with everyone looking in the same general direction at the same time was not my best shot but I used it anyway. So while you're watching your mail boxes for that little treasure to arrive, here's a sneak peek at one where I look a little less constipated, "Ram" The Man is dashing as usual and the kids are cute too even if they are doing their own thing.

Mele Kalikimaka!