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My name is Jenny, and I am married to my wonderful husband Andy. We are the proud parents of Owen Daniil, who we adopted from Russia. Our Gotcha Day was 02/08/2011. Our family is a true gift, and we feel very blessed that God chose each one of us as members. I am not good at blogging, I'm just starting out and getting used to it. However, I am hoping to share some stories about our family. Welcome to my crazy, but wonderful, life!

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

27 months!

My baby is now 27 months old!  It's hard to believe how fast he is growing. He is always on the go, and getting into more and more trouble!  Even the sitter commented on how much more ornary Owen has been the last few weeks!  He can get into so much trouble, but be so cute doing it.

He still impresses me with his talking and how everyday, it feels like more and more words he's saying correctly. He's been saying the sign of the cross and repeating parts of prayers when we do them. I just wish he would do it more in front of other people so they don't think we're making it up, LOL!  He's even been trying to sing more. At church last week, we sang a song called rain down. He tried to sing this....with a full mouth of goldfish crackers. It was kind of cute, though I just hoped he didn't spray anyone with food.  Then, he did try to say the "Our Father" during church, but the loudest word he said was "evil" which he proceeded to say in a very "evil" fashion, LOL!  That one actually made me bust with laughter, to where I had to put myself in check that I was behaving.

I just came back down from rocking Owen, he woke up crying. While I held him, I started to wollow in my own pond of self pity. I was thinking how much I wished that I had helped create this little butterball of perfection- ornaryness and cuteness all wrapped into one. How I didn't get to carry this precious gift in my womb, to hear his heartbeat for the first time, feel his kick and to be the first to hold him.

But then I started thinking, I didn't get to do those things, but I did get to bring this precious boy home. I get to call him my son, and to plant kisses all over the cutest face, and to share my faith with him. I am not the one who had to say goodbye, but the lucky one who got to say hello! I am the one who gets to read him the bed time stories, rock him to sleep, cuddle him when he has bad dreams. I get to see him grow in every other way.

I get to love him forever, because as long as I'm living, my baby he'll be!