Konnor is still doing well being a big brother. It's not as exciting to him as it first was, but he is still a great helper. He is constantly asking when we can go back for "another baby Owen."
Here are some fun facts from the last few weeks:
-Owen took his first steps on May 28 exactly one week after coming home, and has not stopped walking since.
-He is still a pretty picky eater, but we are making a few strides here so we will just keep taking it one day at a time. Rice is still a staple, but today he ate 1 1/2 banana so I count that as a win since he hates fruit.
-He is soooo a water baby. Loves bath, and when I tell him it is time to get out and hold out my hands he turns away from me and flattens against the farthest wall to stay in the tub. We are going swimming about every other day right now and this is right up his alley too.
-He still prefers to be held, but he is getting better at being down for short periods of time. We'll get there in time. Now that he is down a little more he is starting to play a little more. He LOVES music and the pretend telephone. He also likes balls and rolling cars.
-The carseat is growing on him for very short car rides. I am not looking forward to the 6 hrs each way trip to Cincinnati in a few weeks. I foresee a lot of stops along the way.
-He has no fear left of Baxter and in fact has started actively go to him to pet him.
May 27 we got an email from out in China coordinator. Owen had a note left with him when he was abandoned. I was able to have it translated and while the details are for him, I can tell you that it was from a member of his Birth Family and gave us a lot of insight into the circumstances surrounding his abandonment. I cried. A LOT! This is the most precious gift and I can't wait until he is old enough to understand the importance of this note. I pray for them. I pray for both our boys birth families. I can't even begin to imagine the depth of their pain as they had to make the decision that their child would be better off without them. I will never know their names, but I see their faces everytime I hug my boys, kiss them goodnight or wipe their tears. These people on the other side of the world, that have no names I can call them by, are every bit as important to me as these precious boys. They choose life for my Sons. They choose Love and Hope and Mercy. I have no words I could say to them to that would adequately explain my love for these children that were born to another Mother, but we pray for them. Every night we pray for their health, happiness and peace.
