|Taken by a new Canadian friend|
|An extra pair of helping hands!|
Innocent is now officially our kid, although not yet formally adopted. We were granted official legal custody of Innocent. This involved get his mother's death certificate, then Inno's birth certificate, then affidavits showing that Fred is his uncle and has provided a good environment for Inno. Once we got formal custody, we got his passport issued, much to his delight. He continues to thrive in school, finishing last term at the top of his class again. His language scores, English and Swahili, are so high that lower scores in Christian Religious Education and Mathematics ("the tests were hard, Auntie!") didn't drag him down.
|Swaddle practice on Menomena, his teddy bear|
Wesley is adjusting well to big brotherhood, for the most part. It just so happened that little sister came along right about the same time that Terrible Toddler-dom struck. (It's perfectly misleading to call it the "Terrible Twos" when it starts around 18 months and lasts until...what...age six?) Although I've had lots of help from Fred and Adera, there have certainly been some times when there are three people home and all three of us are crying from frustration. Still, there are delightful times as we watch him grow up before our very eyes. He's super active and super social, with a huge vocabulary branching into his third language (although of course he doesn't know it's a new language) and a terrific memory for faces and names. Random motorcycle drivers and shop assistants stop Fred to tell him what a smart son he has, because Wesley has met them in the course of running errands with Adera.
Gretchen has been an amazingly simple baby, all things considered. She doesn't sleep through the night yet, but she only wakes up to nurse briefly, then back to sleep, hardly disturbing me at all. She's gaining weight much faster than her brother did, and beams at all of us when we peek our faces over her nest in the arm chair. (No bassinets, swings, boppy pillows, etc. here, so we make do.) She has started rolling onto her left side frequently, and I'm sure I'll find her going all the way over onto her tummy any day now. She "talks" a bit, and sounds like a baby Wookie. We were looking at some of my baby pictures the other day, and there is certainly a resemblance between Gretchen and I! Even Adera said that, aside from coloring, Wesley is a miniature Fred and Gretchen is a miniature me.