Today we attended a Welcome Home Shower! Of course our little man was the star of the event! Thanks to the T. Family for hosting! He received lots of great gifts. When we got home we played with the musical fish bowl and the penguin bowling. It was like Christmas! We continue to be grateful for the blessings our friends and family are bestowing upon us.
My family and friends know I am a holiday person. I have socks and shirts/sweaters for practically every holiday. Most of my holiday outfits scream- I am an elementary school teacher! Not only do I have the clothes but I also have the decorations. (In case you didn't notice the bunnies in the background of the picture)
Today my poor son had to endure a day in an outfit plastered with bunnies. (He was so cute though!) Since he is a boy I can only dress him in these holiday outfits while he is young. So I'll have fun while I can! 
On Tuesday March 18, we had our first pediatrician's visit. Our little guy was a champ. The doctor was amazed by his pleasant disposition. He listened attentively while the doctor talked to him but he wasn't too happy about the examination or the shots. Since he had not been immunized he had to get 4 shots. Good thing a kiss from Mommy made it all better!
My thoughts and feelings about this journey cannot be expressed in words.
So instead I thought this montage provided a small glimpse of my thoughts. The people of Ethiopia are beautiful inside and out. Despite the poverty that many of them face, they are a proud people who possess a strong spirit. After visiting a developing nation you truly realize how blessed we are to live in the United States and the many things we take for granted.
We arrived at Dulles on March 7, 2008 after flying for approx. 18 hours. Our little guy was a champ. He didn't fuss much during the flight but he didn't like riding home in the car seat too much since it was his first time in a car seat. While we were in Ethiopia and on the flight back every told us we had a dream baby. But God knew what we would have to do once we arrived back in the states.
While we were in Africa, Herb's mom passed away. As a matter of fact she died the day we met our son's birth mother. As soon as we arrived home we had to repack and drive 5 hours to his parent's house to prepare for the funeral the next day. I don't even think the baby spent more than 10 minutes in his room.
God's word is true...Ecclesiastes states to everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die...A time to weep and a time to laugh...a time to mourn and a time to dance...
During the course of the weekend we experienced all of the this. The funeral services truly reflected the sweet spirit Herb's mom had and we all believe that her spirit guided us safely home.
