<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:47:34.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to Forever</title><subtitle type='html'>Three beautiful girls have brought us such joy. Surprise...number four is a beautiful BOY! Join us as we wait and (hopefully soon) travel to the other side of the world to bring our son home.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-6511847049235192512</id><published>2009-08-18T18:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:14:57.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A summer to remember...</title><content type='html'>Our summer break has almost come to an end.  July started out on the mountain top and ended in the valley.  We began the month by singing happy birthday to our daughters and the wonderful country we are blessed to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotIwaPRfjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/tXtGIuq53DI/s1600-h/DSCF6159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotIwaPRfjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/tXtGIuq53DI/s320/DSCF6159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371466977083751986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthday #1 of the Weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotIwhb7ouI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ODXJJ3p99Ys/s1600-h/DSCF6253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotIwhb7ouI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ODXJJ3p99Ys/s320/DSCF6253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371466979015893730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthday #2 of the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotIxEb-vtI/AAAAAAAAAfs/HbVAQtfuB3Q/s1600-h/DSCF6296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotIxEb-vtI/AAAAAAAAAfs/HbVAQtfuB3Q/s320/DSCF6296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371466988411338450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monkey celebrates America's birthday for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;(He wasn't too keen on the fireworks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We ended the month by saying "Good night, nurse!" to someone who touched more lives than she ever knew...my grandmother.  Gra passed away on July 30th.... just 14 days shy of her 98th birthday.  To say that I miss her would be an understatement.  Most of the month of July was spent by her side...trying to make her "laff" whenever she started to feel blue.  Apparently I had an uncanny ability to cheer her up even when she didn't want to be.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read over the cards from those who were saddened by her loss, I find myself deeply touched-- yet saddened--  by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; loss.  Gra lived a very full and blessed 97 years.  To a certain degree, I think it was taken for granted that she would always be with us on this Earth.  I don't know how many times I heard someone say, "I've been meaning to stop by to see her."  I could fill the pages of a book with the many things Gra taught me over the years, but the last lesson she left me with was to make every moment count and live with no regrets.  And I am at peace knowing that I made every moment with my grandmother count and never left anything unsaid.  For that, I have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotQ4gdA5NI/AAAAAAAAAgE/9cSGb3Lzbh0/s1600-h/June+July+08+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotQ4gdA5NI/AAAAAAAAAgE/9cSGb3Lzbh0/s320/June+July+08+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371475912283972818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two Madelyns and a Nana...&lt;br /&gt;July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotIxZJwODI/AAAAAAAAAf0/dl-Zg4lZ0E4/s1600-h/June+July+08+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotIxZJwODI/AAAAAAAAAf0/dl-Zg4lZ0E4/s320/June+July+08+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371466993972033586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gra and her little "Brown-eyed Susie"&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotIxy0ZqyI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gdvbLCWC8Uk/s1600-h/2008+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotIxy0ZqyI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gdvbLCWC8Uk/s320/2008+birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371467000861797154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrating Gra's 97th birthday on August 13th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotQ5Xb9nrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/lGEn8ZhIrjk/s1600-h/gra+and+katy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotQ5Xb9nrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/lGEn8ZhIrjk/s320/gra+and+katy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371475927043514034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gra and her littlest angel...Katy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Singing "Barney Google" across the heavens...together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of Gra's favorite things to do was crochet.  It was amazing what she could create with a crochet hook and a ball of yarn.  How fitting, then, that just as we were saying our final goodbyes, a red thread was beginning to wind its way toward an unsuspecting family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the story, visit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.family4kassidy.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.family4kassidy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-6511847049235192512?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/6511847049235192512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=6511847049235192512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/6511847049235192512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/6511847049235192512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-to-remember.html' title='A summer to remember...'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SotIwaPRfjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/tXtGIuq53DI/s72-c/DSCF6159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-5348842618843098080</id><published>2009-07-01T06:54:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:49:33.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 month anniversary... riding the roller coaster</title><content type='html'>This month was like a roller coaster!  June got off to a very rocky start for us.  Our littlest angel would've turned four years old on June 2nd.  This is the third time we've spent her birthday without her.  It was, by far, the most emotional one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it the many things that I took for granted with my daughters...like time.  I thought, 'There will always be tomorrow."  Looking back, I see how foolish I was. And thankful for how much I have changed since.  I savor my time with my family much more than I used to. and try my best to make every moment I have with them count because things could change in the blink of an eye.  After losing Katy, I doubted myself as a parent-- if I even deserved to be one.  And then God blessed me with a son.  Worried about tomorrow??? No. Tomorrow will take care of itself.  I'm HERE today and savoring every little one of life's moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktJyvi97fI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-4sihYPcGOk/s1600-h/Bug+Day+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktJyvi97fI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-4sihYPcGOk/s320/Bug+Day+2009+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353453718165384690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My "Blessings" sending birthday wishes to their sister and her angel friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also during the month of June, however, Spunky Monk grew by leaps and bounds. Here are some of June's notable firsts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First food that he fed himself... applesauce&lt;br /&gt;First time drinking clear fluids in a bottle... Wow!&lt;br /&gt;First sign:  "More"&lt;br /&gt;First steps:June 16th!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktJy84rHaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/cVLW2CNdPXA/s1600-h/adam+eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktJy84rHaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/cVLW2CNdPXA/s320/adam+eating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353453721746087330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spunky can really get into his dinner!&lt;br /&gt;~ The first time feeding himself~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the language delays, we started using signing to help Spunky communicate.  He comprehends so much more than he is able to express. How frustrating it must be! I can only imagine what I will do when I hear him say "I love you" for the first time.... better stock up on the tissues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The personality continues to explode. He really is quite the character. He doesn't like the way that his daddy makes his dinner, so he'll take the bottle from Dad and sit it in the palm of my hand. Heaven forbid it be in a tinted bottle or have anything other than a purple ring on top because he will absolutely refuse it. He will inspect it to make sure you have it right too! I just love his little quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktXDYnx5dI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kBDKVgqhP2o/s1600-h/boy+and+his+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktXDYnx5dI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kBDKVgqhP2o/s320/boy+and+his+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353468297720489426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spunky and his trusty little sidekick "Gentle Ben"&lt;br /&gt;Nothing gets past these two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktXDu3BRDI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zOBhqH02lWA/s1600-h/adam+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktXDu3BRDI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zOBhqH02lWA/s320/adam+fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353468303689991218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is SO much like his big sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has now been ten months since we first held our little boy...and it is still surreal.  At this time last year, I was eagerly waiting for the Fed Ex stork to deliver our confirmation letter from China.  I had already packed for our trip several times over and couldn't fathom the enormity of our impending adventure.  Just one year later, here I am... trying to post a new entry before my sleeping giant stirs this morning.  There are several things that he simply can't resist... tractors, telephones and technology!  And, of course...his mommy.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktJyFJIBhI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Jb5f9HO2Rq4/s1600-h/adam+reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktJyFJIBhI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Jb5f9HO2Rq4/s320/adam+reading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353453706782705170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tractors...don't leave home without 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktaRaK3-cI/AAAAAAAAAeY/xQTUN-1057U/s1600-h/june04+2008+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktaRaK3-cI/AAAAAAAAAeY/xQTUN-1057U/s320/june04+2008+smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353471837189175746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then:  June 4th, 2008... XuZhou City SWI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktaRuiKmmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nOdJEerZYDI/s1600-h/moms+day+swingin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktaRuiKmmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nOdJEerZYDI/s320/moms+day+swingin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353471842655574626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One year later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go!  Spunky Monkey is starting his day!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-5348842618843098080?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5348842618843098080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=5348842618843098080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/5348842618843098080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/5348842618843098080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-month-anniversary-riding-roller.html' title='10 month anniversary... riding the roller coaster'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SktJyvi97fI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-4sihYPcGOk/s72-c/Bug+Day+2009+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-4206908592200383181</id><published>2009-06-16T18:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:11:30.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm walking...yes, indeed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-307f81e75ed83eea" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D307f81e75ed83eea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078090%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D8C78B64DB344862E359EF565515EA095565FA.6071CAFC0CA2CF5E0C9E1ADCF009FAD777906FC5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D307f81e75ed83eea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr6_ADXxvW0zr-pQPNWw-tHjcIL0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D307f81e75ed83eea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078090%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D8C78B64DB344862E359EF565515EA095565FA.6071CAFC0CA2CF5E0C9E1ADCF009FAD777906FC5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D307f81e75ed83eea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr6_ADXxvW0zr-pQPNWw-tHjcIL0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason, I have found it very difficult to actually sit down and update my little guy's story.  Maybe it's because I've become increasingly guarded of my spunky little monkey.  And, then...something happened that sent me into a whirlwind of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He walked! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were those who doubted he would walk.  And to those individuals, all I can say is that our God is a mighty and gracious one.  As I gaze upon that smiling little face toddling towards me, I can't help but thank God above for choosing us to be "Monkey's" family.  This little boy was perfectly designed for our family long before we dreamed of adopting from China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think that I can't fall further in love with my little boy, I am reminded that I "ain't seen nothing yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug Hugs and Sunshine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Bug's Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-4206908592200383181?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=307f81e75ed83eea&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4206908592200383181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=4206908592200383181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/4206908592200383181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/4206908592200383181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-walkingyes-indeed.html' title='I&apos;m walking...yes, indeed!'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-942629834448598754</id><published>2008-12-25T18:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:44:26.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twas the night before Christmas and all through our house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not a creature was stirring except our pet mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1twCbiqWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/v94bqhKqKbw/s1600-h/Christmas+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1twCbiqWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/v94bqhKqKbw/s320/Christmas+226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286502209656367458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stockings were hanging with pictures attached.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for presents and kids to be matched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1twfW0wpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/RtjpRmSeibY/s1600-h/Christmas+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1twfW0wpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/RtjpRmSeibY/s320/Christmas+229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286502217421210258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were tossing and turning in bed&lt;br /&gt;Listening and looking for signs of "Big Red."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1vx9HmkYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/oBav-lf3lrE/s1600-h/Christmas+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1vx9HmkYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/oBav-lf3lrE/s320/Christmas+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286504441613554050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1w2MfQ91I/AAAAAAAAAcY/ue_dDqfLMJo/s1600-h/Christmas+151_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1w2MfQ91I/AAAAAAAAAcY/ue_dDqfLMJo/s320/Christmas+151_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286505613970437970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mom finished baking, she started to wrap.&lt;br /&gt;And Dad settled in for his Christmas Eve nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When back in the closet there rose such a clatter.&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone spring to see what was the matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From under the still unwrapped presents I fussed.&lt;br /&gt;That popcorn bowl could've left me concussed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bump on my head left me feeling quite sore.&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself "That is it!  No more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one hour later what should appear?&lt;br /&gt;Two wide awake children... twas my greatest fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their twisting and twirling and eyes with such gleam,&lt;br /&gt;I knew in a second it wasn't a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More excited than teachers on the last day of school,&lt;br /&gt;The girls jumped in our bed like it was a pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up! There are presents! It's time to unwrap!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, wait... I just laid down for a nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on! Get up...you both have to see!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know the time? It's not even three!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kids, back to bed! This is simply insane!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From opening more presents, you must refrain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With huffing and puffing and sniffling too.&lt;br /&gt;They finally agreed just one gift would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call their Nana, we waited til five.&lt;br /&gt;We knew that she needed some time to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the wind began blowing and the raindrops did fall,&lt;br /&gt;we heard Nana's knock and went straight down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it was time to unwrap all the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;We passed them around and opened in shifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was our Susie...she's such a trip!&lt;br /&gt;Over "Swim to me Puppy" she truly did flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1sTcL0p6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Zok-61wCDlg/s1600-h/Christmas+241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1sTcL0p6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Zok-61wCDlg/s320/Christmas+241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286500618841925538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Maddie, wanting nothing this year.&lt;br /&gt;But, alas, a familiar ringtone from the tree she did hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1tvhAFsWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/wS4p7-ezQ84/s1600-h/Christmas+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1tvhAFsWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/wS4p7-ezQ84/s320/Christmas+242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286502200682852706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, it was the little guy's turn.&lt;br /&gt;The wheels of the squishy bus he surely did burn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1sShD2-JI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ADwCVTH3VVk/s1600-h/Christmas+301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1sShD2-JI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ADwCVTH3VVk/s320/Christmas+301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286500602970830994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was over and done in what seemed like a flash.&lt;br /&gt;Another successful Christmas day bash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1sSzBV61I/AAAAAAAAAbY/a3kTn0uCzsE/s1600-h/three+amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1sSzBV61I/AAAAAAAAAbY/a3kTn0uCzsE/s320/three+amigos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286500607792114514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merry Christmas from our family to yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-942629834448598754?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/942629834448598754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=942629834448598754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/942629834448598754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/942629834448598754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SV1twCbiqWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/v94bqhKqKbw/s72-c/Christmas+226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-2759013872052497286</id><published>2008-12-01T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:20:01.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Month Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Boy, oh Boy!  Look at me now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST75PE9B7dI/AAAAAAAAAbA/7kosiP9f0wU/s1600-h/three+months+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST75PE9B7dI/AAAAAAAAAbA/7kosiP9f0wU/s320/three+months+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277929850747874770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST74X91J9dI/AAAAAAAAAaI/SRACRD_MS1Y/s1600-h/big+boy+120108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST74X91J9dI/AAAAAAAAAaI/SRACRD_MS1Y/s320/big+boy+120108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277928903942993362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST75O-TqrDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/fgyq37qnra4/s1600-h/three+months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST75O-TqrDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/fgyq37qnra4/s320/three+months.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277929848963771442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST75Om7pJ8I/AAAAAAAAAao/oswf0A579WQ/s1600-h/posing+on+120108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST75Om7pJ8I/AAAAAAAAAao/oswf0A579WQ/s320/posing+on+120108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277929842688993218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to believe that three months have passed since our little monkey was first placed in our arms.  He has grown by leaps and bounds in those three months... both physically and socially.  That scared little boy that would allow himself to be enveloped in your arms has blossomed into a spunky toddler that now envelops us with his hugs and kisses.  Just when I think we have seen his true personality, he surprises me yet again!  From the first moment I see my little boy to the moment I tuck him into bed, I can't help but thank God for choosing me for this journey.  It is beyond my wildest dreams and I am so, so blessed to have this beautiful little boy in my heart, my arms, and my life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among Adam's accomplishments and experiences for November:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He LOVES going to play with his playmates at the sitter's house.&lt;br /&gt;* He gained two and a half pounds and grew one inch!&lt;br /&gt;* He continues to commando crawl at lightning speed.&lt;br /&gt;* Thankfully, he expanded his eating to include Stage 2 veggies, fruits, and very thick formula.&lt;br /&gt;* Unfortunately, he also experienced his first bout with American germs and conquered pneumonia!&lt;br /&gt;* We celebrated our first Thanksgiving as a family of six and had SO much to be thankful for this year.  Adam loved his butternut squash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our First Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST74XBbpPrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/hvB7NphSO0k/s1600-h/happy+little+pilgrim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST74XBbpPrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/hvB7NphSO0k/s320/happy+little+pilgrim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277928887729864370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next year, he'll be eating the drumstick instead of playing with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST74YVnjm_I/AAAAAAAAAaY/kzind76jY1I/s1600-h/maddie+and+adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST74YVnjm_I/AAAAAAAAAaY/kzind76jY1I/s320/maddie+and+adam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277928910328404978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST74YErzEFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nE7IQVF77qw/s1600-h/lyvie+and+adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST74YErzEFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nE7IQVF77qw/s320/lyvie+and+adam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277928905782792274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST75Oh194-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/lCDbV5n4LsQ/s1600-h/stuffed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST75Oh194-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/lCDbV5n4LsQ/s320/stuffed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277929841323008994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST75OdcpiXI/AAAAAAAAAag/NbMGDTr4s0k/s1600-h/mommy+and+adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST75OdcpiXI/AAAAAAAAAag/NbMGDTr4s0k/s320/mommy+and+adam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277929840143075698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Susie's First Attempt at Taking our Photo... not too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST74XeSmRpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/hCqHWHuMTfU/s1600-h/bedtime+stories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST74XeSmRpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/hCqHWHuMTfU/s320/bedtime+stories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277928895476549266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These two have a bond that cannot be described!&lt;br /&gt;He lights up whenever he sees his big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-2759013872052497286?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2759013872052497286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=2759013872052497286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2759013872052497286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2759013872052497286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/12/three-month-anniversary.html' title='Three Month Anniversary'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/ST75PE9B7dI/AAAAAAAAAbA/7kosiP9f0wU/s72-c/three+months+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-4870122976474652011</id><published>2008-11-01T10:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:14:59.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Month Anniversary</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that we have reached our two month mark!  And so much has happened during that time!  I won't bore you with all of the details; but, I know many of you have been anxiously and impatiently awaiting the new photos of our little monkey. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been feeling your vibes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) So... I won't prolong your waiting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxriJMGFjI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Kn7fnGuYsZA/s1600-h/Month1+Samsung+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxriJMGFjI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Kn7fnGuYsZA/s320/Month1+Samsung+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263700298815641138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday afternoon picnic at the lake.  10/19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxrhqE5yKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/9OVOgxVHVvo/s1600-h/Month1+Samsung+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxrhqE5yKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/9OVOgxVHVvo/s320/Month1+Samsung+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263700290463975586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxqjW9LaaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/YIyA7xehgEU/s1600-h/Month2+October+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxqjW9LaaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/YIyA7xehgEU/s320/Month2+October+207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263699220179413410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first day we got to wear our jackets!&lt;br /&gt;(I think Mom is a lot more excited than the little man.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxqkYGWvxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/2bkrvQBOLEo/s1600-h/Month2+October+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxqkYGWvxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/2bkrvQBOLEo/s320/Month2+October+222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263699237666209554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;On the way home from our post-op visit on 10/28.&lt;br /&gt;I've missed this smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxqjwz2BcI/AAAAAAAAAZA/HB4mylb6lhs/s1600-h/Month2+October+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxqjwz2BcI/AAAAAAAAAZA/HB4mylb6lhs/s320/Month2+October+225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263699227119584706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep...he knows he's cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxvT1t5gmI/AAAAAAAAAZw/G6K4UNpxBD0/s1600-h/Month2+October+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxvT1t5gmI/AAAAAAAAAZw/G6K4UNpxBD0/s320/Month2+October+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263704451117056610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My little pumpkin hoarding all of his pumpkins on 10/26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxqkjN0bTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kDtLM71v6oE/s1600-h/Month2+October+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxqkjN0bTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kDtLM71v6oE/s320/Month2+October+249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263699240650304818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our first hayride at the church's Fall Festival on 10/29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxqlSbbC-I/AAAAAAAAAZY/MNsk7TgSHgY/s1600-h/Month2+October+302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxqlSbbC-I/AAAAAAAAAZY/MNsk7TgSHgY/s320/Month2+October+302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263699253323828194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our second hayride (10/31) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting ready to go trick-or-treating...&lt;br /&gt;My little pumpking wouldn't leave his costume on, so I had to improvise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's some of what we've been living this month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Adam had his first surgery on 10/6&lt;br /&gt;* Mom went back to work on 10/10...  regrettably.&lt;br /&gt;* Dad took the rest of the month off from work... excitedly!&lt;br /&gt;* We met with the craniofacial team in Hollywood... twelve specialists in two hours.&lt;br /&gt;* We met with another specialist from Shands with AWESOME results!!!  We had discovered that our little man had been exposed to HCV in China.  The first specialist told us to expect our son to need a transplant by the time he was 25 years old.  Praise God... not even one month after receiving that news... Adam's labs came back clear!  Our God can certainly move mountains when we can't even move mole hills.&lt;br /&gt;* We scheduled our next surgery... December 8th&lt;br /&gt;* The word of the month is...  MaMa!!!  I just love hearing him say it!&lt;br /&gt;* Adam spent his first Sunday in the nursery on 10/22...he clung onto us and didn't want us to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll type more later, but know I should get this posted! Our fans are waiting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-4870122976474652011?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4870122976474652011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=4870122976474652011' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/4870122976474652011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/4870122976474652011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-month-anniversary.html' title='Two Month Anniversary'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxriJMGFjI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Kn7fnGuYsZA/s72-c/Month1+Samsung+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-9188336933820528492</id><published>2008-10-10T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:25:55.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Hospital Home away from Home</title><content type='html'>Our first surgery was on October 6th at Dimaggio Children's Hospital.  The surgery went very smoothly and took a little over 90 minutes.  I am so thankful we have an amazing surgeon!  I just can't find enough positive words to say about Dr. Stelnicki.  God has truly blessed him with an awesome talent.  I was so relieved that they actually gave him "sleepy juice" before the pass off to his OR nurses.  He went to them with no tears and no fuss.  And, that certainly kept his antsy mommy from having any tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so thankful that two of our dearest friends, Mark and Holly, braved Miami morning traffic to be with us.  It was so nice to have their shoulders to lean on during those first few hours of recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up spending four days in PICU.  We could've been home a day earlier if our little guy weren't so picky about the way he likes his formula!  He was not too keen on the clear liquids at all.  Then, he didn't want the formula that was pre-mixed.  He had to watch me make it in front of him...and don't let it be room temperature either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say... we'll be working on his finicky eating habits before our next surgery... December 8th!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxbl-IvCCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Dd7Emth0qYE/s1600-h/SDC11892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxbl-IvCCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Dd7Emth0qYE/s320/SDC11892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263682772382189602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our last few minutes before getting his sleepy juice...&lt;br /&gt;and the last few minutes to chew on his fingers for a LONG time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxbmZukjGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lcNLcdYYVrs/s1600-h/SDC11897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxbmZukjGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lcNLcdYYVrs/s320/SDC11897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263682779788643426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Settling into our room (after the recovery room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxbmgJOQII/AAAAAAAAAYY/YrAlxjcYthY/s1600-h/SDC11923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxbmgJOQII/AAAAAAAAAYY/YrAlxjcYthY/s320/SDC11923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263682781511041154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our little Frankenstein...&lt;br /&gt;ready to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, for the Touched By An Angel story line...continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us were looking forward to being in the hospital setting again.  Being there for four days, we met a lot of families and their children...all having their own stories.  The most heartbreaking was watching a family lose their daughter just two rooms down from us.  We watched the nurses lovingly create the memory box for them.  We watched the family tearfully leave after saying their final goodbyes...hesitating at the door, not wanting to leave their little girl.  Our family has walked both sides of that road.  I remember sitting in that room, watching other families walk the halls with their children and seeing them smile or laugh, and thinking... "Do you even know what is going on around you?"  Remembering that, I felt almost guilty walking past their room with our son, knowing that we would be going home with him in our arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened after the family left brought me comfort and answered some questions I'd had for two years.  I'm sure her parents would find some comfort in it as well.  I watched these nurses continue to care for this little girl... making sure that the lighting in the room was just right, playing her favorite music, and talking to her whenever they were in her room.  That night, this little girl saved the lives of many people.   While many may think..."what a waste," I have to say, "what a gift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxmxSc5yWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xw9zRMtRWuA/s1600-h/dove-image-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxmxSc5yWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xw9zRMtRWuA/s320/dove-image-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263695061441956194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-9188336933820528492?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/9188336933820528492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=9188336933820528492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/9188336933820528492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/9188336933820528492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-hospital-home-away-from-home.html' title='Our Hospital Home away from Home'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SQxbl-IvCCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Dd7Emth0qYE/s72-c/SDC11892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-7317946855782308929</id><published>2008-10-01T18:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:41:12.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Anniversary...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that our little monkey has been with us for one month!  It feels as if he's been with us forever.  I wish that I was better able to describe the emotions that are still so heightened.  I'm afraid that I'm not eloquent enough to do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since beginning our adoption (or at least sharing it with others), I have searched for the right words to explain "why China?"  I cannot even begin to total the number of times I was asked, "There are so many children right here, why do you have to go all the way to China?"  Yesterday, when I was feeling a little low, I happened upon an old episode of "Touched by an Angel" on the Hallmark Channel.  The episode is titled "For all the tea in China."  When Monica reveals herself to the very apprehensive grandmother, she spoke the words that I had been searching for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God does not will all that happens in this world.  God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; will something good out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;thing that happens.  But, for that we have to trust Him to take us places that we are afraid to go.  We may not know what God's purpose is in all of this; but, we do know that from the moment one particular little boy was born a half a world away, God already had a plan for him and us.  And, of all the countries He could have chosen for our child to be born, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; chose China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little monkey faces his first surgery on Monday, October 6th.  We look ahead with anticipation and anxiety.  Yet, we know that God is with us...every second of every minute of every day.  He has great things planned for this little boy...our son.  (My very spoiled son!)  And, I have not ceased from breathing in the miracle of every moment I have with him.  This first month has been incredible!  We had prepared ourselves for the worst... sleepless nights and fear of these strange people who had taken him from the only home he ever knew.  We have been blessed with a little boy who delights in the simplest of pleasures...a hug, having his head rubbed, playing peek-a-boo with his sisters, rolling from one wall to the other, kisses, his "woobie," a full tummy and curling up in blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SOQQ1--iGuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NuBQeC5Lay0/s1600-h/Month1+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SOQQ1--iGuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NuBQeC5Lay0/s320/Month1+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252341585045232354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad and "monkey"  listening to JieJie read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SOQQ2Jh5t3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/4sismPx3uAk/s1600-h/Month1+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SOQQ2Jh5t3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/4sismPx3uAk/s320/Month1+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252341587877934962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What's behind this basket?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He discovered how to empty his little box of toys!!!  (10/1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SOQTdvyAQeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Q0U0KuC0SKA/s1600-h/Month1+Samsung+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SOQTdvyAQeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Q0U0KuC0SKA/s320/Month1+Samsung+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252344467184173538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who??? Me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy's little monkey discovered how to open the diaper wipes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SOQTdjDpT7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/B5n8D2xmTZs/s1600-h/Month1+Samsung+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SOQTdjDpT7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/B5n8D2xmTZs/s320/Month1+Samsung+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252344463768506290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That mischievous little grin that melts away all the cares in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SOQTdwdVqQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/X6vkDOymup0/s1600-h/Month1+Samsung+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SOQTdwdVqQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/X6vkDOymup0/s320/Month1+Samsung+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252344467365931266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The men in my life... already planning future kayaking trips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have I mentioned... I am SO IN LOVE and am SO THANKFUL for one very selfless mother who made the most difficult decision of her life to give her son the opportunity of a better life.  I wish there was someway that I could thank her and let her know... she is forever a part of our family too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SOQQ2dRlnaI/AAAAAAAAAWU/EqJxMOE721w/s1600-h/Month1+Samsung+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SOQQ2dRlnaI/AAAAAAAAAWU/EqJxMOE721w/s320/Month1+Samsung+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252341593178217890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mommy's little cuddle bug... just like his big sister, Katy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-7317946855782308929?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7317946855782308929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=7317946855782308929' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/7317946855782308929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/7317946855782308929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-month-anniversary.html' title='One Month Anniversary...'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SOQQ1--iGuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NuBQeC5Lay0/s72-c/Month1+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-8205380126188465576</id><published>2008-09-19T08:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:09:13.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's First Week of Firsts...Living in America  PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>I swore to myself that when we returned home I would continue with the blogging.  Well, life had other plans for me those first few days.  We arrived home from Orlando around ten o'clock.  I guess it was a blessing that we didn't have a welcoming committee waiting for us at the airport.  We probably wouldn't have gotten home until midnight!  Although...we wouldn't have needed to drive either!  The driving portion proved to be our FIRST issue back in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those in the adoption circle know the importance of crisp, clean $100 bills when you travel to China.  We came back with one of those crisp, clean made in America bills in case we needed it to get home.  We also came home with a handful of yuan.  Now... for those who have traveled from Orlando International Airport, you will know that all roads leading from the airport are toll roads.  Toll roads and $100 bills do not mix!!!  So...learn from our mistakes... bring some dollars or quarters with you just in case.  Oh...and Budget rental cars have Plate Pass...just drive through the SunPass lane!  (We didn't learn this until AFTER we went through the unattended "change and receipt" lane without 50 cents!!!  Oh, the bells and whistles we set off that night!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of our highlights of Adam's FIRSTS during his first week at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIRST time in a carseat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT3_J4x-8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/QQbKi1XTM80/s1600-h/Homecoming+MDC+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT3_J4x-8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/QQbKi1XTM80/s320/Homecoming+MDC+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248092130151365570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIRST moments at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT6SuvrkhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xUaCkT9bzu0/s1600-h/Homecoming+MDC+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT6SuvrkhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xUaCkT9bzu0/s320/Homecoming+MDC+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248094665486078482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIRST time in his OWN room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT3_06x0pI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ygMykuhDBqQ/s1600-h/Homecoming+MDC+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT3_06x0pI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ygMykuhDBqQ/s320/Homecoming+MDC+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248092141702468242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIRST sunrise in Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT4AeZz-yI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tae8vOlcDEg/s1600-h/Homecoming+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT4AeZz-yI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tae8vOlcDEg/s320/Homecoming+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248092152838486818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIRST trip to the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT6THTtD8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/LpgcgU6xoiE/s1600-h/Homecoming+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT6THTtD8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/LpgcgU6xoiE/s320/Homecoming+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248094672079622082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Already leaving a mark on the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT6TpKx9_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/6LmeQckGsUY/s1600-h/Homecoming+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT6TpKx9_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/6LmeQckGsUY/s320/Homecoming+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248094681169000434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST breakfast as an American... at Cracker Barrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT4AMqvoVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1Dd6_toO4M0/s1600-h/Homecoming+MDC+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT4AMqvoVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1Dd6_toO4M0/s320/Homecoming+MDC+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248092148077666642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIRST lunch at Dales  (Oh, how we've missed you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT6UMDABhI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7PKSayvvbUQ/s1600-h/Homecoming+MDC+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT6UMDABhI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7PKSayvvbUQ/s320/Homecoming+MDC+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248094690531608082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST &lt;/span&gt;day at church&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you to our amazing bible study group for showering us with you thoughtfulness, prayers, REAL orange juice and REAL chicken!  We love you guys!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; appointment with his surgeon (FIRST surgery is scheduled for 10/27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; appointment with his pediatrician (Adam weighed 19 pounds 9 ounces before his next FIRST...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; labwork drawn (Adam did much better than mommy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a more serious note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Adam continues to amaze us.  I was asked the question..."Do you love him the same way you love your girls?"   As I looked down at the little boy sleeping with his head against my shoulder and his hand holding my finger, all I could say was..."How could I love him any differently?"  Tuesday night, we were asked to speak at the Senior Adult dinner.  First of all, Troy and I had an absolute blast sharing our adventures with such a wonderful group of individuals.  And, Adam did very well in the spotlight.  Guess he takes after his parents!!! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back upon the months leading up to that very moment, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that God has been with us every step of the way.  As I shared my favorite quote, "There are no such things as coincidences.  They are all winks from God." I could see how I was reassured month after month that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;was the right path.  It's amazing how our lives are weaved together.  It's just a shame that we are often too busy to even see it unfold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since losing Katy nearly two years ago, we have lived our lives under a magnifying glass.  It's as if everyone is watching us to see how we handle the path that He has chosen for us.  I think we surprise ourselves as much as we surprise others.  The answer is truly easy... we handle it with prayer.... on sunny days, rainy days, good days and bad, we praise Him for being there.  So, for us, it's been natural to share our adoption journey (quite publicly) with others.  After all, it is God who placed this on my heart so long ago and God who has brought us so far.  And, it is the love and prayers of our friends and family that have helped us stave off those moments of discouragement.  We promise to keep you up-to-date on the great things God continues to do in our lives.  I'm sure that there will be some things that we'll feel the need to keep between us, our son, and our Father.  Please don't give up on us! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we near the portion of the journey that begins weaving Adam's story, we ask for your continued prayers.  This next month is going to be an emotional one.  We will be meeting with many doctors to ensure that all of his medical concerns are met.  His first surgery will be on October 27th at DiMaggio Children's Hospital to repair his lip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo ai ni y'all!!!  It's good to be home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--the abundantly blessed mom of two beautiful girls, an amazing little angel Bug, and an adorable son who &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; knows it without a doubt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-8205380126188465576?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8205380126188465576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=8205380126188465576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/8205380126188465576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/8205380126188465576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/adams-first-week-of-firstsliving-in.html' title='Adam&apos;s First Week of Firsts...Living in America  PHOTOS'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNT3_J4x-8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/QQbKi1XTM80/s72-c/Homecoming+MDC+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-8002431006115893025</id><published>2008-09-12T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:51:18.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anyone make this plane move faster???   PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not for the faint of heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNToZ4zE2BI/AAAAAAAAATY/r8wbe__Fck0/s1600-h/Homecoming+MDC+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNToZ4zE2BI/AAAAAAAAATY/r8wbe__Fck0/s320/Homecoming+MDC+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248074997234456594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do two very tired parents of three children look like at their 5:30 AM airport shuttle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Backtracking just a little (okay...a lot), our flights home were fairly uneventful.  Adam did very well and slept for a better portion of the flights, much to the surprise of the passengers sitting next to us.  The first flight from Guangzhou was a little touchy...literally!  My seat was separated from the rest of the family by several rows.  And, let's just say that the gentleman I sat next to would've liked a row of his own.   Despite me trying to sit in the aisle to give each of us our space, we grew very close throughout the five hour flight to Tokyo...VERY close!  When our meals were served, I unsuccessfully attempted to juggle Adam, Adam's bottle, and my tray all at the same time.  Needless to say, I spilled quite a bit of my rice all over my neighbor.  "No worries," he told me. "Between your rice and my chicken, there should be a complete meal when I stand up!"   Everyone turned in for a snooze after breakfast and I sat there praying... Dear God, please give us a strong tail wind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNToaLRsqkI/AAAAAAAAATg/yGtkZ0-aUtU/s1600-h/Homecoming+MDC+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNToaLRsqkI/AAAAAAAAATg/yGtkZ0-aUtU/s320/Homecoming+MDC+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248075002194733634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leg 1 of our journey home-- Guangzhou to Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed in Tokyo with about thirty minutes to clear the security checkpoint and sprint across the airport to our plane.  THAT was a sight! The staff at Narita took very good care of all of the adoptive families and ushered us through the line quickly and stationed themselves along the way with signs pointing toward our gate.  Nothing like a little aerobic exercise with 30 pounds of baby and diaper bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNTrxSbt8cI/AAAAAAAAAUE/h2Uyj9y_Xkw/s1600-h/Homecoming+MDC+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNTrxSbt8cI/AAAAAAAAAUE/h2Uyj9y_Xkw/s320/Homecoming+MDC+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248078697787683266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maddie did manage to snap this photo during our Narita sprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight from Tokyo to Detroit was definitely a long one...thirteen hours to be exact.  Everyone was a little on edge...everyone fed off of each others' anxiety.   Several of the flight attendants were arguing with each other, the passengers were arguing with flight attendants, and we just sat there surrounded by it all!  By the time food was served, I was getting a little anxious myself.  You can imagine my anguish when I asked for beef tips with mashed potatoes and got curried chicken with rice! I literally burst into tears.  I had lived off of chicken, rice, and spicy noodles for 17 days and did not want to see, smell or taste them again for a very, VERY long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fascinating to watch the sunset on September 11th at 40,000 feet...only to be followed by the sunrise on September 11th four hours later, somewhere over the beautiful state of Alaska.  (I was still somewhere in the state of exhaustion.)  Adam and I stood in the back of the plane watching the snow-capped mountains and crystal blue lakes pass below us.  Oh, how I wished we were on the ground experiencing it for ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNTxB8lLhUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5gd8s1hJ6sI/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNTxB8lLhUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5gd8s1hJ6sI/s320/sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248084481537705282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunrise on the second September 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Breakfast was served shortly after we returned to our seats.  You guessed it...our choice of spicy noodles or scrambled eggs and hashbrowns.  Well, the flight attendant made it to my seat and before he could ask, I told him what I would be having for breakfast.  NO spicy noodles! When he attempted to hand me the noodles, I again told him... NO noodles.  Without tears this time, I told him that I would be eating scrambled eggs.  Thank heavens we had bonded earlier over our love of China and he produced my eggs and hashbrowns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have ever been happier to be on American soil.  In fact, I was so happy that if I'd had time to leave the confines of the airport terminal in Detroit, I would've eaten some of that good ol' American dirt!  The airport in Detroit truly surprised us.  We'd heard horror stories about customs and immigration lines.  In reality, it was a very pleasant experience!  We had passed through in no time at all, re-checked our luggage and on our way across concourse A in the tram.  As the tram approached, my first thought was Shanghai subway.  When the doors opened, however, there were wide open spaces!  And, boy.... did we each find our own space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNTrxwoefzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/DQabPGMh67c/s1600-h/detroit-airport-Tram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNTrxwoefzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/DQabPGMh67c/s320/detroit-airport-Tram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248078705894260530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With over 80 gates, the Northwest Tram was a welcomed sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As much as I like the airport, I had one place on my mind... HOME!  We were in the final leg of our journey.  At this point, I think I could've summoned the strength of Superman and flown our plane home myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNTrymK8vJI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lSMh5QAkjDo/s1600-h/Homecoming+MDC+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNTrymK8vJI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lSMh5QAkjDo/s320/Homecoming+MDC+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248078720265927826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The skies over Florida never looked more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNTryafGoSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/K_F-XT3Yy3k/s1600-h/Homecoming+MDC+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNTryafGoSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/K_F-XT3Yy3k/s320/Homecoming+MDC+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248078717129236770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One final turn on this amazing adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mom/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mom/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNToc_sfg3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/H6itQ83sS8s/s1600-h/Homecoming+MDC+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNToc_sfg3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/H6itQ83sS8s/s320/Homecoming+MDC+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248075050625500018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you God, for bringing us home safely!&lt;br /&gt;Even the afternoon storms of Florida are a welcomed sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-8002431006115893025?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8002431006115893025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=8002431006115893025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/8002431006115893025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/8002431006115893025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-anyone-make-this-plane-move-faster.html' title='Can anyone make this plane move faster???   PHOTOS'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SNToZ4zE2BI/AAAAAAAAATY/r8wbe__Fck0/s72-c/Homecoming+MDC+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-2900589229734699552</id><published>2008-09-10T16:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:23:02.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama...I'm coming home!</title><content type='html'>Well... this portion of our "journey to forever" is coming to a close.  We leave for the airport in 90 minutes!  We will be traveling with two families that we have come to adore over this trip...and both from the South!  Abby, Alex, and Adam will all take their first steps on US soil together.  Though we are all stepping forward into our lives of expanded families, each has left a footprint on my heart.  It is truly amazing how God weaves us all together!  And, what a blessing it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply cannot put it all into words.  A tug on my heart that began 17 years ago is now a reality.  Throughout the chasing of papers and waiting for approvals, my patience and trust has been tested.  Yet, with each day that passed I got closer to the son that He had chosen for me and closer to Him.  Adoption is truly a work of heart because God works in your heart throughout this entire process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, farewell China.  I leave you a little bit wiser, a lot more patient, and blessed beyond measure.  I'm sure we will be back again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be certain to post when we get home.  Adam's first appointment with the surgeon is Friday.  Keep us in your prayers that jet lag will be kind to us!  Thank you to everyone who took the time to leave us comments.  It helped us more than you will ever know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for my mom and grandmother... though I know you probably won't see this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We're coming home!!!  Bring on the BEEF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-2900589229734699552?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2900589229734699552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=2900589229734699552' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2900589229734699552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2900589229734699552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/mamaim-coming-home.html' title='Mama...I&apos;m coming home!'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-7861993361420002409</id><published>2008-09-10T01:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T02:32:14.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September 9th: QingPing Market and CA appt. PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>I have heard so many things from other families about this marketplace.  I couldn't wait to experience it for myself.  All I can say is... well... uhm... nothing can really describe it!  By the way, the individuals selling these items don't really care to have their photos taken. Several of our families were actually ushered out. Thank heavens we were able to get a few photos without upsetting anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour began innocently enough through some stalls of herbs and fungus.  It had a very distinct odor to it...one that I can't quite put my finger (or my nose) on.  There were probably thousands of dried seahorses, snakes, starfish, and countless other creatures during the first several hundred feet.  When we turned the corner, however, the marketplace came to life...literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdjUzX7TZI/AAAAAAAAASI/xOXQ5jM2ZlQ/s1600-h/DSCF2813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdjUzX7TZI/AAAAAAAAASI/xOXQ5jM2ZlQ/s320/DSCF2813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244269500135329170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;QingPing Marketplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdjTgtvT0I/AAAAAAAAARw/trLEkvqpg1k/s1600-h/DSCF2795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdjTgtvT0I/AAAAAAAAARw/trLEkvqpg1k/s320/DSCF2795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244269477946675010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stan Jr. sizing up the starfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdjUa4J2EI/AAAAAAAAASA/QqwSl36J5go/s1600-h/DSCF2804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdjUa4J2EI/AAAAAAAAASA/QqwSl36J5go/s320/DSCF2804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244269493559613506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So was this young man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My animal loving children wanted to bring home everything with four legs...not the scorpions (they have eight, as Lyvie reminded me.)  They felt so sorry for them.  It was SO hot that the people were giving baths to the cats.  At least that's what we THINK they were doing!  Even Kelly got a little concerned for one of the kittens that appeared to be suffering from heat exhaustion.  It didn't flinch until a bicyclist nearly pedaled over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdjUII13aI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HCwWH09Ga28/s1600-h/DSCF2803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdjUII13aI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HCwWH09Ga28/s320/DSCF2803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244269488529333666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to share these photos with my cat when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he'll be more appreciative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick jaunt through this section (and no eye contact with the men selling tiger claws and oryx horns) took us into another area of outdoor shopping.  A few of "us gals" decided to join Kelly at a local dim sum restaurant.  I hadn't felt so out of place for a few days.  The patrons of this restaurant definitely made up for it!  The food was, again, delicious.  We were a little concerned when three completely intact chickens (deep fried) showed up at our table.  It was definitely a mistake, but gave me an appreciation for boneless and skinless chicken tenderloins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdjVeYTN6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/33UKbyoWQjo/s1600-h/DSCF2839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdjVeYTN6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/33UKbyoWQjo/s320/DSCF2839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244269511679621026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh,  no... we don't stand out at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back "home" to our hotel and prepared for our famed Red Couch photos.  I've been waiting YEARS to sit on this very couch and can't believe we are actually here!  It's amazing the little things that really stir up the emotions. Most people would just say...it's a couch.  But, to me...it's THE couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdoZmpUOiI/AAAAAAAAATA/xoFXjv7RFos/s1600-h/SDC11555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdoZmpUOiI/AAAAAAAAATA/xoFXjv7RFos/s320/SDC11555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244275080176089634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our little group of families from coast to coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdl6CtRveI/AAAAAAAAASo/O9qYMRNk4H0/s1600-h/DSCF2871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdl6CtRveI/AAAAAAAAASo/O9qYMRNk4H0/s320/DSCF2871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272338929827298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was about as good as it was going to get with out little ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdl6bxZlkI/AAAAAAAAASw/V8ffJI6H2ms/s1600-h/DSCF2878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdl6bxZlkI/AAAAAAAAASw/V8ffJI6H2ms/s320/DSCF2878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272345658005058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our little Jiangsu boys... Adam, Brandin, and Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdl6uFALbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Sn3CrkXKks0/s1600-h/DSCF2888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdl6uFALbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Sn3CrkXKks0/s320/DSCF2888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272350572064178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our little family...with Kelly, the guide who made it all go so smoothly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdl5z0tDvI/AAAAAAAAASY/4tlEZP1XIoY/s1600-h/DSCF2856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdl5z0tDvI/AAAAAAAAASY/4tlEZP1XIoY/s320/DSCF2856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272334934445810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any doubt that these two love each other???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdl541jkyI/AAAAAAAAASg/z-ffUPpqLmM/s1600-h/DSCF2861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdl541jkyI/AAAAAAAAASg/z-ffUPpqLmM/s320/DSCF2861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272336280195874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdoZyTdR3I/AAAAAAAAATI/ikbk90cePaU/s1600-h/DSCF2904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdoZyTdR3I/AAAAAAAAATI/ikbk90cePaU/s320/DSCF2904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244275083305633650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam's first dip in the pool with Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdoaFGTdKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/x51vWrMl8Kc/s1600-h/DSCF2915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdoaFGTdKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/x51vWrMl8Kc/s320/DSCF2915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244275088350737570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keeping his fingers crossed that the Consulate Appointment goes off without a hitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well...I think I'm caught up for the time being.  We are headed to the American Consulate to take our oath!  Will post one more time before we fly out in the morning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-7861993361420002409?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7861993361420002409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=7861993361420002409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/7861993361420002409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/7861993361420002409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-9th-qingping-market-and-ca.html' title='September 9th: QingPing Market and CA appt. PHOTOS'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdjUzX7TZI/AAAAAAAAASI/xOXQ5jM2ZlQ/s72-c/DSCF2813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-8585421922287014941</id><published>2008-09-10T01:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:44:47.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September 8th: Pearls and Physicals PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know that these aren't my usual witty blogs.  I've been very bad about updating them as we've been very busy and haven't really had an adequate amount of time to post.  Not to mention, we figured we'd save a little money and just use the White Swan's internet access once.  I hope you will all forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdb5jJLLeI/AAAAAAAAARA/YtDP4PcLy7E/s1600-h/SDC11459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdb5jJLLeI/AAAAAAAAARA/YtDP4PcLy7E/s320/SDC11459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244261335340625378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily physical activity...&lt;br /&gt;Florida teachers...this one is for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdb6XV61EI/AAAAAAAAARg/C2FcqEjpteI/s1600-h/DSCF2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdb6XV61EI/AAAAAAAAARg/C2FcqEjpteI/s320/DSCF2742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244261349352723522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The statues on Shamian Island are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;This statue is in Friendship Garden...right near the school.&lt;br /&gt;Lyvie couldn't resist joining in this line.  See!!!  She CAN do it...if she wants to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdeNHkZR0I/AAAAAAAAARo/o8sGcRgCJZM/s1600-h/SDC11514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdeNHkZR0I/AAAAAAAAARo/o8sGcRgCJZM/s320/SDC11514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244263870559242050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kelly says many brides come to Shamian Island for their photos because of its beauty.  Today was a busy day for wedding photos!  We lost count at seven couples.  I just loved this one!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day I'd been anticipating... PEARLS!  I love pearls.  I guess it's something that my mother instilled in me when I was younger.  Of course, pearls are also my birthstone.  Needless to say, I was very excited to go pearl shopping today.  :-)  It was a great stress reliever after the physical examinations.   Adam passed with flying colors...though I think it would take a lot to fail these exams.  He didn't care for them poking and prodding his ears, nose and throat though.  I think he got at least a half dozen good scratches in!  Mom was there to give him lots of love afterward. (Dad got to hold him during most of the exams. Yep...I chickened out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdb5pHssmI/AAAAAAAAARI/A_uKk-5M10o/s1600-h/SDC11486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdb5pHssmI/AAAAAAAAARI/A_uKk-5M10o/s320/SDC11486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244261336945046114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My twenty pounds of absolute cuteness...thanks for the phrase, Trena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdb52iFDYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nOgDAh63_x0/s1600-h/SDC11506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdb52iFDYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nOgDAh63_x0/s320/SDC11506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244261340545355138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT happy one bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdb6I9lyPI/AAAAAAAAARY/O-ZXf17CxbI/s1600-h/SDC11528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdb6I9lyPI/AAAAAAAAARY/O-ZXf17CxbI/s320/SDC11528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244261345492584690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After a stressful day... we shop!  Yes, those are all pearls.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we all came home with some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-8585421922287014941?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8585421922287014941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=8585421922287014941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/8585421922287014941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/8585421922287014941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-8th-pearls-and-physicals.html' title='September 8th: Pearls and Physicals PHOTOS'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdb5jJLLeI/AAAAAAAAARA/YtDP4PcLy7E/s72-c/SDC11459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-5079685397955024013</id><published>2008-09-10T00:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:22:01.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September 7th: Guangzhou shopping!!! PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We started our day with the most fabulous breakfast buffet we've had on this trip yet.  Although, the buffet at the Parkview was rated highly by our family too! I think it is the atmosphere that adds to this buffet.  There's just something about the sound of the waterfall, the koi begging for any dropped morsel, and watching the boats glide down the Pearl River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdSGKDY8rI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZWkq50_Zczk/s1600-h/SDC11428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdSGKDY8rI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZWkq50_Zczk/s320/SDC11428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244250556827497138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After our FABULOUS breakfast at the White Swan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our very spoiled group of three families nearly quadrupled as we met up with the remaining eight Great Wall families.  Poor Kelly...she was definitely getting a workout now!  The first stop on our tour was to the Chen Family Temple, which really isn't a temple at all.  It's a typical ancestral hall built on the donations from the Chen lineage and showcases Guangdong's decorative arts and folk architecture.  While we were here, we were able to buy a musical instrument made from a gourd.  (Forgive me for forgetting it's real name!  It will come to me later, I am sure.)  The sounds produced from these wind instruments are just gorgeous.  Several families bought these for their children, so we think we may have a concert before we all leave for the States!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdRdn80xFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TRvls2wtCFI/s1600-h/DSCF2715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdRdn80xFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TRvls2wtCFI/s320/DSCF2715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244249860478387282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resting at the Chen Family Temple (or Chen Ancestral Hall)&lt;br /&gt;I want a set of this patio furniture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdRd1nn-fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/h7quY00rCPM/s1600-h/DSCF2723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdRd1nn-fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/h7quY00rCPM/s320/DSCF2723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244249864147565042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two adorable little girls that were playing in the park and wanted their pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdReCGZeeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/keUP_m23qT4/s1600-h/DSCF2697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdReCGZeeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/keUP_m23qT4/s320/DSCF2697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244249867497863650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is our ever-expanding group of families at C.A.H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next stop took us to the Jade Market.  We didn't take too many photos in the marketplace, but it certainly was filled with lots of exquisite items to purchase.  The gentleman in the photo below was creating paintings with just his hands.  If you look very closely, you can see his fingerprints!  Their work is SO intricate...I am just not patient enough; but will certainly take the time to enjoy watching someone so talented at their craft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdReR8MApI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Y_iIeTaUVBY/s1600-h/DSCF2725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdReR8MApI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Y_iIeTaUVBY/s320/DSCF2725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244249871750005394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdReucbatI/AAAAAAAAAQg/l2TeF5jy2eQ/s1600-h/DSCF2729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdReucbatI/AAAAAAAAAQg/l2TeF5jy2eQ/s320/DSCF2729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244249879401425618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another day of being completely worn out by his family...especially his JieJies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdW87nroII/AAAAAAAAAQw/rArbVdY6A2s/s1600-h/DSCF2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdW87nroII/AAAAAAAAAQw/rArbVdY6A2s/s320/DSCF2685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244255895892500610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet another milestone!!!  Adam loves being pushed around by his sister.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sure that will change as he gets older!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight we went to dinner at the Cow and Bridge Thai Restaurant.  Oh my goodness!  It was absolutely delicious!  We feasted on Sweet and Sour Chicken and Cashews, fried green beans (nothing like the ones in Nanjing, though) and Thai style fried rice.  It was a nice leisurely walk in the rain, as well.  NOTHING like the deluge we had last night!  And, of course...you feel like a movie star when all of the shop owners are shouting and waving you in as you pass by their stores.  Jordon certainly gets around this island, doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdY1G3vhyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2bnGufPLOUM/s1600-h/DSCF2792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdY1G3vhyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2bnGufPLOUM/s320/DSCF2792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244257960496957218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Across the waterway (and a little bit to the left) from Cow and Bridge...&lt;br /&gt;I just find the name intriguing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...  the Pearl Market and our Medical Exams!  We're getting close to heading home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-5079685397955024013?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5079685397955024013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=5079685397955024013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/5079685397955024013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/5079685397955024013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-7th-guangzhou-shopping-photos.html' title='September 7th: Guangzhou shopping!!! PHOTOS'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdSGKDY8rI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZWkq50_Zczk/s72-c/SDC11428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-8414478687931303078</id><published>2008-09-10T00:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:42:21.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September 6th:  Nanjing to Guangzhou  PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made it safely to the White Swan Hotel this evening.  What a delightful flight we had!  It couldn't possibly have anything to do with the fact that we were given first class seats for Adam's first flight.  :-)  By the way, he did beautifully!  This little guy is quite the traveler; he fell asleep within fifteen minutes of takeoff and slept through our landing in Guangzhou.  (I don't know how he could; it was a pretty rough landing!)  The minute we stepped out of the airport, it literally took our breath away.  It certainly made us appreciate the beautiful (and often cool...for a Floridian, that is) weather we had in Nanjing.  I guess it will help us re-acclimate to Florida's stifling summers.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdPaAs54OI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RAHEn37SFnI/s1600-h/DSCF2554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdPaAs54OI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RAHEn37SFnI/s320/DSCF2554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244247599379767522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before take-off for Guangzhou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdPamSCtLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/T3GF9N0gu9g/s1600-h/DSCF2591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdPamSCtLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/T3GF9N0gu9g/s320/DSCF2591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244247609467647154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope he doesn't get TOO used to this!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the communication line, we got our times mixed up and ended up on our own for dinner.  First stop...Lucy's! It was nice to settle in for a little Americanized cuisine, followed by a brisk stroll through the torrential downpour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdPa_s5apI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2841iFFhwh4/s1600-h/DSCF2660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdPa_s5apI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2841iFFhwh4/s320/DSCF2660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244247616291170962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you think she's happy to see some American food? &lt;br /&gt;She lived on rice and broccoli the entire time we were in Nanjing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere of Shamian Island is much more relaxed than the other cities we've visited on this trip.  This is truly like a vacation!!!  We can't wait until tomorrow when we can explore some more of the island in daylight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-8414478687931303078?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8414478687931303078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=8414478687931303078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/8414478687931303078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/8414478687931303078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-6th-nanjing-to-guangzhou.html' title='September 6th:  Nanjing to Guangzhou  PHOTOS'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMdPaAs54OI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RAHEn37SFnI/s72-c/DSCF2554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-243593937457985633</id><published>2008-09-05T06:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:58:44.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Buddhist Holy Land and White House... PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>This is our last day in Nanjing.  Tomorrow we will be flying to Guangzhou to complete the last leg of our Chinese adventure.  Kelly outdid herself today with the sights that she took us to visit.  We were all completely worn out by the end of our trip.  We began with a tour of the Ji Ming Si Buddhist Temple.  It was explained to us that this temple (still working today) is much like the Holy Land for Buddhists.  It was first constructed in 527 AD and later rebuilt following a fire.  It was very peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEbI183kII/AAAAAAAAAO4/smV10FIm4pI/s1600-h/DSCF2403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEbI183kII/AAAAAAAAAO4/smV10FIm4pI/s320/DSCF2403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242501279971250306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patiently waiting to release the crossing arm for the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking through the lower gardens, the bell tower, and the drum tower, we trekked to the top of the pagoda for some breathtaking views of Xuan Wu Lake.  This pagoda was not built for individuals over six foot with BIG feet!  Troy had to duck most of the way and walk sideways as the steps are very narrow.  I was able to reach the top with Adam comfortably hanging on in his Snuggli.  It was much like being pregnant and unable to see my feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEbJLfXXQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/IMASFD6BIeo/s1600-h/DSCF2472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEbJLfXXQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/IMASFD6BIeo/s320/DSCF2472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242501285753085186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the pagoda from the BOTTOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEbJXDj6lI/AAAAAAAAAPI/itDvXyKDVmk/s1600-h/DSCF2482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEbJXDj6lI/AAAAAAAAAPI/itDvXyKDVmk/s320/DSCF2482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242501288857692754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the view from the TOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made our way back to the bus via a walk along the ancient city wall.  It was hard not to imagine this wall during its early days, with the thousands of people who had walked the same path.  The wall's construction began in 1366 and was completed twenty years later.  It is one of the sources of pride for the people of Nanjing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEbJlecISI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RnbhVHjXRZg/s1600-h/DSCF2502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEbJlecISI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RnbhVHjXRZg/s320/DSCF2502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242501292728525090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With the new little man in her life atop the Ancient City Wall (viewing XuanWu Lake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEbJhalfpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/YMtjRyQ0FU8/s1600-h/DSCF2511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEbJhalfpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/YMtjRyQ0FU8/s320/DSCF2511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242501291638619794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet one more flight of stairs down the City Wall...can you say "spaghetti legs?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our next stop was the White House...actually the Presidential Palace.  One of its well known residents was Dr. Sun Yat Sen, the Father of Modern China.  We were able to tour the reception rooms for dignitaries, the gardens, and the air raid shelter.  What presidential palace is complete without it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEcPuDMjsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/I0LZLikfAeE/s1600-h/DSCF2535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEcPuDMjsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/I0LZLikfAeE/s320/DSCF2535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242502497621020354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The entrance to the Presidential Palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We ended our tour with yet another fine lunch at a local restaurant.  The food just keeps getting better and better!  I think that the most favorite dish of our group is the fried green beans with peppers.  It is always one of the firsts to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that our time in Nanjing is over.  This is truly a beautiful city.  Yes, it has thousands of bicycles, scooters, and its share of smog; however, it also has its share of history, beautiful trees, parks and waterways.   I look forward to the day that we can come back to visit when Adam is older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's personality continues to explode.  He spent nearly two hours this afternoon playing on the floor with his sisters, smiling and kicking happily the entire time.  He is sitting quite well and has even begun to reach out farther than before to get a handful of JieJie's hair or his Rattle Bug.  He doesn't really react to noises as much as we expected.  We're praying that this is actually normal and not a sign that he has lost some of his hearing as a result of his cleft.  We've been watching the other two little boys in our group to see how they react.  We have an appointment set up with his surgeon shortly after we return home.  That is, if Ike lets us return home.  It's definitely a little too close for our comfort!  We're praying that our flight into Orlando won't be affected and that she'll stay far away from our house.  Maybe if we join together, we can all blow him back into the Atlantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to call it an early night...following packing up all of our belongings into these tiny suitcases we have!  Next stop... White Swan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my COLTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's Question of the Day involves Xuan Wu Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The history of Xuanwu Lake can be traced back to the Pre-Qin period                (21century BC-221 BC). The name of the lake has changed several                times during the long history. The lake gained the name Xuanwu because                a black dragon was said to be in the lake.  Geological studies show that the lake was actually formed by the movements of the geological plates when Mount Yanshan was formed.  Refer to the activity in Ms. Adams' folder involving plate tectonics.    :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-243593937457985633?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/243593937457985633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=243593937457985633' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/243593937457985633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/243593937457985633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/buddhist-holy-land-and-white-house.html' title='The Buddhist Holy Land and White House... PHOTOS'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEbI183kII/AAAAAAAAAO4/smV10FIm4pI/s72-c/DSCF2403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-5345984125741894534</id><published>2008-09-05T06:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:59:20.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ming Tomb and Brocade Museum...PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>Today was a busy day for us.  We visited the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, as well as the Brocade Museum.  The Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum is at the southern foot of Purple Mountain.  The park setting reminds me a lot of Stone Mountain Park in Georgia.  The Olympic Torch was actually run through this area.  After driving down the tree lined roads, I can understand why.  It is absolutely breathtaking.  The Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang began its construction in 1381.  It wasn't completed until 1431.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEJCVF2m6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/4Cu-pHJQedQ/s1600-h/DSCF2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEJCVF2m6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/4Cu-pHJQedQ/s320/DSCF2363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242481376862051234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The drive to Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEJBJM_uSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/849rM0nquGU/s1600-h/SDC11084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEJBJM_uSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/849rM0nquGU/s320/SDC11084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242481356490914082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The boys (and their families) of our travel group...Adam, Brandon, and Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEJCFbicrI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4BIChTv172U/s1600-h/DSCF2297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEJCFbicrI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4BIChTv172U/s320/DSCF2297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242481372658037426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our happy little family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After our "walk in the park," we visited the Nanjing Brocade Museum. It is truly a gift to be able to create such magnificent work.  The museum traces the steps of brocade from the silkworm to the finished product.  Several looms are set up so that you can see how the brocade is made.  After watching the brocade being woven, I have a great appreciation for the workers.  My eyes and my patience would not allow me to create such masterpieces.  Following the demonstration, we were ushered into the store...kind of like the gift shops that follow each theme park ride.  We did purchase a handmade brocade photo album for Adam's photos of China.  I really wanted to buy the silk tie with the brocade boar...perfect for his first prom!  I figure that we'll be back in Nanjing before then, though.  (wink, wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMELofrsCqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/0xYKbY8jdA4/s1600-h/DSCF2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMELofrsCqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/0xYKbY8jdA4/s320/DSCF2365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242484231563381410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Nanjing Brocade Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMELoi8I8PI/AAAAAAAAAOw/VzzQ00hblLU/s1600-h/DSCF2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMELoi8I8PI/AAAAAAAAAOw/VzzQ00hblLU/s320/DSCF2367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242484232437690610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The looms where the brocade is created.  Notice the worker sleeping behind her loom.  It was her break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEJBSt3upI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AqqpreqSiKc/s1600-h/SDC11198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEJBSt3upI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AqqpreqSiKc/s320/SDC11198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242481359044721298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And what sightseeing trip would be complete without lunch?  We obviously worked up an appetite!  And, I was worried about not being able to eat anything in China?  The food is fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEJB211iuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cqDM3EvHLe4/s1600-h/SDC11219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEJB211iuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cqDM3EvHLe4/s320/SDC11219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242481368741808866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam gives today a "thumbs up."&lt;br /&gt;He is a great traveler...slumbering peacefully in his Snuggli most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, COLTS...here is your latest question of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nanjing Brocade is one of the intangible cultural heritage items of the area.  The silk used in the brocade comes from the silkworm.  Each silkworm can produce a silk thread that is 300 meters long! Now, the question is what do they do with this thread? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weavers will spend an entire day weaving their brocade and only get 4-5 centimeters of the design completed.  (Remember the importance of knowing the metric system? That is roughly 2.5 inches per day.)  If the weavers are creating a brocade robe that is five feet long, how many days will it take before it is completed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that you explain how you arrived at your answer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-5345984125741894534?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5345984125741894534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=5345984125741894534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/5345984125741894534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/5345984125741894534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/ming-tomb-and-brocade-museumphotos.html' title='Ming Tomb and Brocade Museum...PHOTOS'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SMEJCVF2m6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/4Cu-pHJQedQ/s72-c/DSCF2363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-1099765284610419444</id><published>2008-09-03T17:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:24:51.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Sightseeing... Fuzi Temple</title><content type='html'>Today was a day that we'd all been anticipating...sightseeing and shopping!  We hopped on our bus and headed toward the Nanjing City Wall and to Fuzi Temple.  This was the China we couldn't wait to see.  The colors and lines are simply breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8NPCvsEgI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6c0XvEeT1I/s1600-h/DSCF2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8NPCvsEgI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6c0XvEeT1I/s320/DSCF2250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241923043368636930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8NQwHhtfI/AAAAAAAAANw/LJzAZLIIu2A/s1600-h/SDC10982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8NQwHhtfI/AAAAAAAAANw/LJzAZLIIu2A/s320/SDC10982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241923072728086002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8JG_1u0tI/AAAAAAAAANA/6K7qSV2FFRc/s1600-h/DSCF2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8JG_1u0tI/AAAAAAAAANA/6K7qSV2FFRc/s320/DSCF2197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241918507103212242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuzi Temple&lt;br /&gt;(Confucius and twelve of his disciples)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8JHCLppEI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZoNpD0N-vmg/s1600-h/DSCF2209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8JHCLppEI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZoNpD0N-vmg/s320/DSCF2209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241918507732018242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maddie posing with Confucius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The temple itself is several thousand years old, but had been rebuilt over a hundred years ago following a fire.  Nanjing has served as the capital city during six dynasties over a period of 2,500 years.  It has a great deal of cultural heritage; and inside the temple were examples of the first batch of national intangible cultural heritage... the lantern show by Qinhuai River, Nanjing Brocade, Nanjing Gold Foil, and Jingling Scripture Painting.  These four items represent the ingenious creativity and excellent cultural tradition of the people of Nanjing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8JGTR2VJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/8l4hBKa-fgE/s1600-h/DSCF2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8JGTR2VJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/8l4hBKa-fgE/s320/DSCF2191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241918495141549202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked further into Fuzi Temple, we found many small shops showcasing their talents.  Everywhere we went, we drew a crowd...especially Lyvie.  I'm not exactly sure what it is that draws so many people to her.  As we watched a magic show, nearly a dozen people were taking pictures of this little brown-eyed beauty with their cell phones.  Adam and I posed for at least three photos ourselves.  It seemed that each time I turned around, someone was standing next to me and pointing to the camera.  I actually don't mind it at all.  It's like being a Good Will Ambassador for the United States.  As a matter of fact, it follows the ideas of Ran Yong (one of Confucius' twelve disciples) that "when you go abroad, behave to everyone as if you were receiving a great guest" and "to employ the people as if you were assisting at a great sacrifice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left with several items for Adam... including a paper kite, an intricate paper cutting of the boar (the sign under which he was born), Chairman Mao's little red book, and a beautiful embroidery of the temple gardens.   (Troy is really starting to enjoy this whole bargaining thing!)  And, again...in true Lyvie fashion... as we were purchasing Adam's paper cutting, the owner gifted Lyvie with a horse (the sign under which she was born), a butterfly, and wrote a poem for her on the back of it.  When Kelly translated it for us, she said it is filled with beautiful words for her and includes "the face of an angel."  What a special gift to have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8JHfFNp1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/cNfaG2dEBKw/s1600-h/DSCF2244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8JHfFNp1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/cNfaG2dEBKw/s320/DSCF2244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241918515489646418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Craftsman autographing Lyvie's gift with a poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch at a wonderful restaurant.  We feasted on many different dishes.  (I want one of those lazy susans on my dining room table!)  We had the most delicious fried green beans and pork, pork balls (just for you Beffie!), fried pumpkin cakes, bok choy, and fried noodles.)  I continue to fall in love with the culture of my son's homeland.  It truly is a special place; much different than my homeland and steeped in such great tradition.  Our next cultural tour will take us the Mausoleum of Sun Yat Sen.  (I'm so glad that our guide majored in Chinese History in college!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam had a fabulous day today!  He loves being in his little Snuggli...although he gets very hot in Nanjing's humid weather.  We were able to successfully sneak some prunes in his bottle this afternoon.  (Thank heavens for prunes!)  This afternoon, it was like a light switch turned on...his personality began to shine!  He smiled and giggled for hours, just lying on the bed watching his "JieJie" and "BaBa."  He rolled all over the place, happily kicking his feet and grabbing JieJie's hair.  As we ate dinner in the room, Adam was content playing with his stacking cupts on the floor next to us...not ON us.  I think he's decided that he'll keep us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8NP-g-7AI/AAAAAAAAANg/yO1BpuJmfRE/s1600-h/DSCF2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8NP-g-7AI/AAAAAAAAANg/yO1BpuJmfRE/s320/DSCF2262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241923059413085186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8NQRgmLOI/AAAAAAAAANo/9Yxr65c7qOU/s1600-h/DSCF2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8NQRgmLOI/AAAAAAAAANo/9Yxr65c7qOU/s320/DSCF2260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241923064511737058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For my darling fifth graders...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where in the world is Mrs. Church?"  Question of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8NRW1CheI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1qWACZyKZEU/s1600-h/SDC11050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8NRW1CheI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1qWACZyKZEU/s320/SDC11050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241923083119527394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of China's favorite pasttimes is kite flying.  The skies come alive with bright colors each day as these kites soar above the parks.  They can come in all shapes and sizes.  Using a piece of construction paper, I would like you to design a kite to soar above the classroom.  Make sure that this kite represents YOU! Be as creative as you like!  Ms. Adams can display them around the room to remind you that the sky is the limit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-1099765284610419444?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/1099765284610419444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=1099765284610419444' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/1099765284610419444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/1099765284610419444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-of-sightseeing-fuzi-temple.html' title='Day of Sightseeing... Fuzi Temple'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL8NPCvsEgI/AAAAAAAAANY/n6c0XvEeT1I/s72-c/DSCF2250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-9162670230584592883</id><published>2008-09-02T04:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T05:10:54.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's officially a member of our crazy little family... PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>We made our way back to the Civil Affairs today to receive the official document stating Adam is our son.  It did all of our hearts good when none of the little boys wanted to be held by their nannies or directors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL5Qn45b62I/AAAAAAAAAMg/3iLIQ4PqI2U/s1600-h/DSCF2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL5Qn45b62I/AAAAAAAAAMg/3iLIQ4PqI2U/s320/DSCF2005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241715662524246882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's official!  Notice Adam's hands...just like his referral picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL5Qnq0s5nI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5KkeXKbNJss/s1600-h/DSCF2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL5Qnq0s5nI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5KkeXKbNJss/s320/DSCF2034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241715658746291826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saying goodbye to a very special lady...one of Adam's nannies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Adam's personality is slowly beginning to emerge.  We finally got a few smiles out of him and even a few giggles.  He had been so quiet that we were truly relieved to hear him cry! He goes through moments when he wants one or the other of us; but overall, we've been able to share the duties without much protesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What trip is complete without a trip to Walmart?  I'm sure those families that have already traveled will quickly recognize the photos.  It was an experience...especially with the Moon Festival coming up.  We did witness one gentleman get into a heated argument with the manager of the fresh (and I do mean FRESH) fish aisle.  It resulted with the fish and the net flying across the area.  Lyvie wanted to bring it home and put it in our aquarium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL5QncAAG4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OVnVl1TL1lc/s1600-h/DSCF2095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL5QncAAG4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OVnVl1TL1lc/s320/DSCF2095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241715654767156098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't quite think she understood that this NOT the pet aisle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned in for an early evening because Adam and Dad were absolutely exhausted.  It was another successful day for our newly expanded family.  Tomorrow, our guide Kelly (who is absolutely amazing!) is taking us to the Fuji Temple.  Maddie is thrilled to be able to see some of the sights.  Walmart just didn't cut it for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL5Qoai_3YI/AAAAAAAAAMw/M8e1RC8Ixxk/s1600-h/DSCF2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL5Qoai_3YI/AAAAAAAAAMw/M8e1RC8Ixxk/s320/DSCF2131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241715671556939138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam's First Smile...courtesy of Dad's "Burpie Song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL5QoEi7ABI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JRrAIPj7rUM/s1600-h/DSCF2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL5QoEi7ABI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JRrAIPj7rUM/s320/DSCF2121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241715665651040274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just LOVE this little boy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have learned these things about our little boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Adam does NOT like anything other than his bottle.&lt;br /&gt;2.  When Adam is done eating, he is DONE...and will forcefully let you know it!&lt;br /&gt;3.  He is happiest when he's being held very close...which makes both of us very happy, but hot and sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;4.  He cannot stand being cold and likes to be completely covered at all times.&lt;br /&gt;5.  He loves his silky blanket and can't leave home without it.&lt;br /&gt;6.  He loves looking at himself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;7.  He is mesmerized by his mommy's necklace...just like all three of our girls were.&lt;br /&gt;8.  He can't help but smile when his daddy sings him the craziest of songs.&lt;br /&gt;9.  He is the light of our lives!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For my darling 5th graders...  I haven't forgotten you!  For today's "Where in the World is Mrs. Church" question, keep reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear that there is a lot of activity in the tropics!  Hurricane Gustav made the news in China...and they are beginning to talk about Hannah too.  Just one week before we arrived in China, Typhoon Nuri struck the China coast.  I would like you each to create a Venn Diagram comparing and contrasting typhoons to hurricanes.  You may use the computers or books to obtain your information.  Remember to save all of your work for me!  I can't wait to see what you have accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-9162670230584592883?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/9162670230584592883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=9162670230584592883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/9162670230584592883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/9162670230584592883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/adams-officially-member-of-our-crazy.html' title='Adam&apos;s officially a member of our crazy little family... PHOTOS'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SL5Qn45b62I/AAAAAAAAAMg/3iLIQ4PqI2U/s72-c/DSCF2005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-2483633421211968655</id><published>2008-09-01T18:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:16:50.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught up in our love of our son  PHOTOS!!!</title><content type='html'>What seemed to be the impossible dream has now become our reality!  Adam is forever in our arms...exactly where God meant him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was filled with such anticipation.  Our group was much like a class full of students on their first field trip....absolute giddy excitement!  We started with a trip to the Bank of Nanjing to exchange our US dollars into yuan.  THAT was funny!  After we limped back to the hotel, we secured our yuan and left for lunch.  Don't ask me the name of the restaurant!  Our guide Kelly highly recommended it.  And, thank heavens she went with us because we NEVER would've known what to order.  We feasted on fried rice, spicy fried green beans, fried pumpkin bread.  We even tried the duck!  Maddie LOVED the duck, but Lyvie couldn't get past the thought of her pet duck waiting ever so patiently at home for her return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx1HjQFnkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OEg4p3qOZuU/s1600-h/SDC10862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx1HjQFnkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OEg4p3qOZuU/s320/SDC10862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241192838934666818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx1H2jcOTI/AAAAAAAAALY/hykMeW9nb4o/s1600-h/SDC10863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx1H2jcOTI/AAAAAAAAALY/hykMeW9nb4o/s320/SDC10863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241192844116113714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLxzXKFms-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/CfYPt4EQfhs/s1600-h/DSCF1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLxzXKFms-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/CfYPt4EQfhs/s320/DSCF1776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241190908034462690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:30 we all boarded the bus that would take us to the Civil Affairs Bureau.  After a U-turn right in the center of an intersection, we pulled into the parking lot.  I immediately recognized our orphanage director, Ms. Tang, through the window.  We anxiously waited for them to call us in.  And, then...it happened.  We saw our son, in person, for the first time.  All of the months of tears and anxiety melted away and I fell further in love than I thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx0OhryToI/AAAAAAAAALA/wY1LzyLBz_I/s1600-h/DSCF1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx0OhryToI/AAAAAAAAALA/wY1LzyLBz_I/s320/DSCF1805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241191859261427330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after Ms. Tang placed Adam in my arms, he smiled and rested his head on my shoulder.  He is certainly a little cuddle bug; it is obvious that he has been very much loved.&lt;br /&gt;Within 30 minutes, he was napping away safely in his daddy's arms.  We made our way back to the hotel as new and larger families, each swelling with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLxzXWkSqUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OQm9cxH3LSw/s1600-h/DSCF1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLxzXWkSqUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OQm9cxH3LSw/s320/DSCF1812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241190911384398146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx1H5QJDEI/AAAAAAAAALg/GolR2rWG7GQ/s1600-h/SDC10891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx1H5QJDEI/AAAAAAAAALg/GolR2rWG7GQ/s320/SDC10891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241192844840471618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx1IUxcfrI/AAAAAAAAALo/y05HYp2iae4/s1600-h/SDC10885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx1IUxcfrI/AAAAAAAAALo/y05HYp2iae4/s320/SDC10885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241192852227915442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx0OToIHbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OVTNDYnJAIc/s1600-h/DSCF1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx0OToIHbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OVTNDYnJAIc/s320/DSCF1843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241191855487983026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx2TQNkjHI/AAAAAAAAALw/VeYBaJ6_tgU/s1600-h/DSCF1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx2TQNkjHI/AAAAAAAAALw/VeYBaJ6_tgU/s320/DSCF1869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241194139493895282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx2UAAf5WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hg_QesVpYao/s1600-h/DSCF1922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx2UAAf5WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hg_QesVpYao/s320/DSCF1922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241194152323966306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx2TpuYwxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/icoXdLjKHMQ/s1600-h/DSCF1878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx2TpuYwxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/icoXdLjKHMQ/s320/DSCF1878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241194146342421266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The very beautiful flowers waiting for us in our hotel room...thanks to my beautiful, and oldest daughter... Beffie! Wo ai ni!!! Can't wait to see you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So... today, four very special little babies (Branden, Eli, Adam, and Leah) have swept their parents away.  And, it will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my XZ families...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We have a new family in our group... and another Gator!  It looks like we'll have some reunions in our future!  Little Leah will be traveling home with her mommy to Jacksonville.  "Tian Tian" is a little doll...well, not so little!  Both she and our little Nan are a lot bigger than we expected.  She's about the same size as Adam and not even a year old yet.  Ms. Tang was very appreciative of the scrapbook I made of our new families and those families still waiting.  I was so glad to be able to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx0O_iaY0I/AAAAAAAAALI/kaaYojwgm4g/s1600-h/DSCF1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx0O_iaY0I/AAAAAAAAALI/kaaYojwgm4g/s320/DSCF1858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241191867275174722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen&lt;/span&gt;... your package made it safely to Ms. Tang.  Lyvie handed it to her personally.  Ms. Tang was very happy to receive it and promised that Lian would have it very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt;... I have the DVD from your visit to XuZhou!  I can't wait to get home so I can mail it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You keep me going!  Your comments mean the world to me.  I can't wait until you are able to take this journey to bring home your little girl.  You can bet that I will be right there at my laptop while you're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To all of my mommies still waiting...&lt;/span&gt; I've been blowing kisses to XuZhou since we arrived in Nanjing.  Since there are now two XZ families, our guide is working on arranging our orphanage trip from this end.  I hate to be so close and not able to visit the only home he has known until now.  Send positive thoughts our way that we can make it happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx2T6imFfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZwKdpswh830/s1600-h/DSCF1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx2T6imFfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZwKdpswh830/s320/DSCF1923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241194150856365554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little boy is awake after a full night's sleep.  No cries yet, but lots of tears at the realization that this is NOT what he is used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love from Nanjing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn (mom to two beautiful girls, one little angel, and a handsome little boy who's finally in my arms)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-2483633421211968655?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2483633421211968655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=2483633421211968655' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2483633421211968655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2483633421211968655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/09/caught-up-in-our-love-of-our-son-photos.html' title='Caught up in our love of our son  PHOTOS!!!'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLx1HjQFnkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OEg4p3qOZuU/s72-c/SDC10862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-156141832209330134</id><published>2008-08-31T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:12:45.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running with the Bull...all the way to Nanjing  PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; 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I keep saying “on our own” because that is a huge undertaking for a family with two young children and eight pieces of baggage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;We thought we had a good feel for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;… until we actually boarded Shuttle Bus Number 5 for the Shanghai Train Station. Even as we rode past &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Century&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; and the front door of the tallest buildings in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, we felt comfortable. However, as we traveled farther into the heart of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with its endless rows of high-rise apartment buildings and KFCs on every corner (similar to Walgreens in the States) we found that feeling of comfort slipping away from us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsJOEXf4cI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oKFH1KLfoZ0/s1600-h/DSCF1676.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240792728670822850" spid="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsJOEXf4cI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oKFH1KLfoZ0/s1600-h/DSCF1676.JPG" style="'width:180pt;height:240pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\TROYCH~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsJOEXf4cI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oKFH1KLfoZ0/s320/DSCF1676.JPG"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsRsTNeHsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dfje8BLya9Q/s1600-h/DSCF1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsRsTNeHsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dfje8BLya9Q/s320/DSCF1676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240802044144393922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;My first thought as we approached the Railway Station was “Please don’t let us out here.” When we stopped, the bus was immediately surrounded by people wanting to sell us watches, drive us to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nanjing&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; by taxi or bus, and those just trying to get on the bus. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Troy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; laughed at me because he heard me repeatedly saying “No…No…No…No” before I even got OFF the bus. And, again…Lyvie was the “ice breaker.” She truly didn’t know what to think of it all, even when one overzealous hawker grabbed her sides from behind to tickle her. Oh…did Papa Bear come out then! Major BU HAO!!! Papa Bear had a 40 pound piece of luggage that he was about to plant upside this man’s head…single handedly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsJOXLYSHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GpyWv1R_siM/s1600-h/SDC10806.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240792733720266866" spid="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsJOXLYSHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GpyWv1R_siM/s1600-h/SDC10806.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\TROYCH~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image002.jpg" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsJOXLYSHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GpyWv1R_siM/s320/SDC10806.JPG"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsSdVZlJeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bqzZ92hwJsc/s1600-h/SDC10806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsSdVZlJeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bqzZ92hwJsc/s320/SDC10806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240802886545647074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hang on tight!  WE'RE GOIN' IN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Once we got in the actual station, things calmed down a little bit. I just can’t find the words to describe it. Sunday afternoons must be the time to travel, as there was a sea of people waiting for their trains. We searched for a place to light during our two hour wait. Talk about another Conehead moment…a family of four Americans amidst a sea of thousands of Chinese! One man, yet again, ran right into the gate while gawking at my gargantuan husband. Another young man passed up an empty row of chairs to sit right next to my little Goldilocks. We took all of this in stride. After what we’d just been through, a little staring wasn’t going to shake our nerves. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsJOXgS5KI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nActVoWBjNg/s1600-h/SDC10808.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240792733807994018" spid="_x0000_i1027" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsJOXgS5KI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nActVoWBjNg/s1600-h/SDC10808.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\TROYCH~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image003.jpg" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsJOXgS5KI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nActVoWBjNg/s320/SDC10808.JPG"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsS7O7bwWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SmCxBO8oW6A/s1600-h/SDC10808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsS7O7bwWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SmCxBO8oW6A/s320/SDC10808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240803400204665186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;Waiting for our train&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;(The photo is a little fuzzy so you get the full effect of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Troy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;'s mental status!)&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Twenty-five minutes before the train arrived, people began to line up. We prepared ourselves for the running of the bulls…I mean passengers. Once in the comforts of our first class coach, you could see the relief wash over our faces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsTeKbIfeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0WdAUYxzurg/s1600-h/DSCF1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsTeKbIfeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0WdAUYxzurg/s320/DSCF1695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240804000290864610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsIxyoyTEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_JAleUBf6bQ/s1600-h/DSCF1695.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240792242875157570" spid="_x0000_i1028" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsIxyoyTEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_JAleUBf6bQ/s1600-h/DSCF1695.JPG" style="'width:180pt;height:240pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\TROYCH~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image004.jpg" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsIxyoyTEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_JAleUBf6bQ/s320/DSCF1695.JPG"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A much more relaxed &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Troy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the next two hours, we did a little “sightseeing.” There were countless apartment buildings, coal mines, and fields along the way. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jiangsu&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; could be best described as “coal mine country.” I thought the sky was just hazy, until I counted my thirtieth smoke stack in about five minutes. It is, as a matter of fact, one of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jiangsu&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;’s well known resources. What amazed me most were the fields amidst the industry. These little patches of green were the little oasis for my frazzled nerves. I’ve always loved being outdoors. It’s where my soul can be nurtured and my energy replenished, much like Superman receives his from the sun. (Can you tell that Superman was on HBO the other night?) I didn’t realize how vital it was until I did not have it at my disposal. I actually found myself tensing each time we passed the ruins of apartment buildings and industrial parks. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsUZ_yG7NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CyeKz8M2XOI/s1600-h/SDC10816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsUZ_yG7NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CyeKz8M2XOI/s320/SDC10816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240805028226591954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outside the city of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nanjing&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsWlXf57hI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hSxgrn_Zujs/s1600-h/DSCF1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsWlXf57hI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hSxgrn_Zujs/s320/DSCF1736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240807422594510354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsKZH-m0NI/AAAAAAAAAJg/YSLXu3L9-JU/s1600-h/SDC10816.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240794018130350290" spid="_x0000_i1030" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsKZH-m0NI/AAAAAAAAAJg/YSLXu3L9-JU/s1600-h/SDC10816.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\TROYCH~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image006.jpg" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsKZH-m0NI/AAAAAAAAAJg/YSLXu3L9-JU/s320/SDC10816.JPG"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;We stepped out of the train station, searching for our guide. I caught glimpse of GWCA’s green flag and immediately felt relief wash over me. We had made it! And, now…we were no longer on our own. Kelly took us to the Parkview Dingshan Hotel and helped us get settled. (Wow! You mean our guide will actually help us do this? We’ve been on our own for four days and now we were being spoiled!) The hotel room is wonderful. And, the creaking of the wooden floors reminds me of my family’s old homestead. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;So, here I sit…sipping “yellow label” tea and gazing at the crib that is next to my bed, knowing that tomorrow is THE day! I’ve watched other families bring home their beautiful babies and been overwhelmed by the emotion of it all. And, now… it’s time for our dream to become reality and be swept away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsU61mxCKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/h_9Yf1rCW0M/s1600-h/SDC10851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsU61mxCKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/h_9Yf1rCW0M/s320/SDC10851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240805592430348450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsKZUcl3cI/AAAAAAAAAJo/u3j9C7MEVIE/s1600-h/SDC10851.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240794021477342658" spid="_x0000_i1031" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsKZUcl3cI/AAAAAAAAAJo/u3j9C7MEVIE/s1600-h/SDC10851.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\TROYCH~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image007.jpg" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsKZUcl3cI/AAAAAAAAAJo/u3j9C7MEVIE/s320/SDC10851.JPG"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exactly twelve hours to Adam!!! God is good… ALL the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Lots of love from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nanjing&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;-- Robyn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-156141832209330134?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/156141832209330134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=156141832209330134' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/156141832209330134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/156141832209330134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/running-with-bullall-way-to-nanjing.html' title='Running with the Bull...all the way to Nanjing  PHOTOS'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsRsTNeHsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dfje8BLya9Q/s72-c/DSCF1676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-5730519901436464695</id><published>2008-08-30T15:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:07:42.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a walk in the park... PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsFOaf0JcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/c8SpX7db3Iw/s1600-h/DSCF1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsFOaf0JcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/c8SpX7db3Iw/s320/DSCF1559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240788336564774338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So much wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carved in your coral seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So much wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaded by ancient trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I consider all that your hands have made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every newborn’s eyes, every new sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No power can tame your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No light can match your radiance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a day makes!  Today was an absolutely beautiful day, slightly overcast and breezy.  We were unable to book the private tour of Shanghai for today, so we set out to explore on our own...this time feeling much more confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little research, we decided that we would visit Century Park.  It is about the size of New York's Central Park and absolutely stunning.  The subway was much busier than yesterday... with many more people and stares.  Lyvie has an amazing gift to put a smile on anyone's face (just like a little Bug that I know) under most any circumstance.  The staunch police in the subway couldn't resist a grin when Lyvie would peek through the window and wave at them.  This little girl is absolutely comfortable wherever she goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsFgLkD1II/AAAAAAAAAH4/orouyGnt_Js/s1600-h/DSCF1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsFgLkD1II/AAAAAAAAAH4/orouyGnt_Js/s320/DSCF1564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240788641793692802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is surrounded by the hustle and bustle of Shanghai's metropolis, life within the park was quite serene.  The park was filled with young couples and families delighting in the simplest of things...flying kites, riding along the brick paths on bicycles built for two (and three), pedaling their surrey bikes, fishing, blowing bubbles, and just enjoying each other's company.  The Chinese have the ability to slow down and "smell the roses"... the same roses which we, as Americans, often mow over to forge a "short cut" which usually results in hurrying to wait in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsFgs4yi1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/FrqazsaG2Lk/s1600-h/DSCF1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsFgs4yi1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/FrqazsaG2Lk/s320/DSCF1578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240788650739010386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsGA-Xqz5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2bbe8nFecN8/s1600-h/DSCF1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsGA-Xqz5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2bbe8nFecN8/s320/DSCF1595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240789205187743634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fishing on the beautiful lake of Century Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsGAoCgriI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IsFeQZgJw-c/s1600-h/DSCF1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsGAoCgriI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IsFeQZgJw-c/s320/DSCF1619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240789199193419298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little bit of sunshine (notice the little Bug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsFw-lEjxI/AAAAAAAAAII/fpYAR1Rr_08/s1600-h/DSCF1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsFw-lEjxI/AAAAAAAAAII/fpYAR1Rr_08/s320/DSCF1593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240788930366050066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The flowers were in full bloom (notice the little Bug theme!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsGOHXnNCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8eTiIldVpUg/s1600-h/DSCF1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsGOHXnNCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8eTiIldVpUg/s320/DSCF1623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240789430941725730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caring for the gardens... no John Deere here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I found myself awake at 3:00 this morning already missing a city that I have come to love in this short amount of time.  This has already been a life changing experience for me...changing the way I look at the world and my place in it.  In eight hours, we will be boarding the train that takes us to Nanjing and one final step towards being forever joined with our son.  We are so grateful for this road and child that He has chosen for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in Nanjing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsGiNJC4YI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PKYlhzUL_Y/s1600-h/SDC10801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsGiNJC4YI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2PKYlhzUL_Y/s320/SDC10801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240789776088621442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good bye from Shanghai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-5730519901436464695?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5730519901436464695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=5730519901436464695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/5730519901436464695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/5730519901436464695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-walk-in-park.html' title='Just a walk in the park... PHOTOS'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLsFOaf0JcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/c8SpX7db3Iw/s72-c/DSCF1559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-6829379382278648671</id><published>2008-08-29T14:53:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:23:21.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days in Shanghai  -- PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>Today’s adventure started with a wonderful breakfast buffet in the hotel.  I immediately recognized some of the items from Sue’s and Arlie’s visit here.  Troy really wants to try the fungus soup.  Seriously!  He did say that the “smocked salmon and tuna” were delicious.  He wasn’t too keen on the soy bean juice.  He said it tasted like burned sesame seeds and plastic, and watered down skim milk with a hint of green bean.  These are HIS words!  He made sure to tell me that the “burned” part was very important.  The farthest I ventured into the cultural cuisine was bok choy and spicy noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhJtAQvr8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/IyiL0vQI-YU/s1600-h/DSCF1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhJtAQvr8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/IyiL0vQI-YU/s320/DSCF1515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240019203958747074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Lyv and me after a filling breakfast at the hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out beautifully, but quickly took a turn when we decided to leave the physical and mental comfort of our hotel.  One of our goals for our time in Shanghai was to visit “downtown Shanghai” to see the famed skyscrapers we’ve seen built on the television show “Big Jobs.”  Well… it turned out to be a BIG JOB for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed up our little (HA!) family…remembering to bring the essentials… and headed for downtown.  First, we boarded the airport shuttle.  Once in the airport, we found the Maglev that would take us to Line 2.  We watched the speed climb to 430 km/h. (For all of my young blog viewers… here is the importance of knowing the metric system!  The US is the only country that uses standard measurement (feet, miles, gallons, etc.)   The girls really enjoyed this ride…sort of like Disney’s monorail on steroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stepped off the Maglev, we quickly realized that we are foreigners!  The signs are written in both Chinese and English, but following them seemed to be the issue.  I thought Line 2 was going to be a bus, but the symbol was for the subway.  Troy’s maiden voyage on a subway was going to be in Shanghai!  (At least I’d been to Underground Atlanta.)  Just getting through the turnstiles was a challenge.  These are the details that no one seems to share.  Who would think to ask it anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sat on the subway, I began to feel like the Coneheads.  At the first stop, a family walked on and the little boy started slapping his mom on the knee and pointing at us.  The entire car started watching us.  What do you do?  We just smile!  Even though she was prepared for it, poor Maddie was so uncomfortable with all of the stares from the young men.  I think I have fingernail marks on my arm!  Lyvie was being her charming little self, trying her Chinese language skills on everyone she met.  Watching them look at Troy was the most comical.  At 6’5” he towers over most people in the States.  Can you imagine how he feels here?  People would walk by him and size him up from toe to head.  One poor guy ran right into a post because he couldn’t get over Goliath on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got off at our stop and fumbled through the turnstiles again, we walked right into a rainstorm!  It was like a Pacific Fay.  (By the way, the best time to try your bargaining skills is NOT for an umbrella while it’s raining!)  One thing about Shanghai is that construction and traffic stops for no one.  The only thing standing between us and our skyscrapers was a block of construction, a deluge and some very crowded streets.  We passed through the Shanghai Expo 2010 site…a beautiful park setting amongst dozens of skyscrapers.  I was fine as long as I could be in these green areas.  Watching the koi seemed to calm my frayed nerves.  They didn’t seem to mind that it was raining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhI_Q3zPKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VDtvj9nhMV8/s1600-h/DSCF1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhI_Q3zPKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VDtvj9nhMV8/s320/DSCF1527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240018418143542434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to a barrier that we just couldn’t cross… a flooded corridor surrounded by construction barriers.  Sadly, we’d reached the end of our journey.  We were so close, yet so absolutely far away.  Just as a last tease, we looked over at the Shanghai World Financial Center to see the clouds flowing between floors 94 and 1oo.  What an amazing sight that was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhHLk7YiFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/shia3dKsSNs/s1600-h/DSCF1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhHLk7YiFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/shia3dKsSNs/s320/DSCF1530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240016430662453330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Troy in front of Shanghai's World Financial Tower (left) and Jin Mao Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Retracing our steps back to the hotel was much easier.  Once we got back to the airport, we had our first dinner in China at Burger King!  The menu is a little different, but we all voted that it tasted better here than at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhINxXXlUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LcOgW4p6h80/s1600-h/DSCF1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhINxXXlUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LcOgW4p6h80/s320/DSCF1533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240017567872423234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maddie is VERY happy now that she found chicken nuggets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One more ride on the hotel shuttle and we were back in our comfort zone… and very worn out!  No need for Benadryl…Lyvie was asleep by 8 PM (just like the rest of us.)   Unfortunately it’s not much different than home.  I’m up at midnight and on the computer and “working on the work” for my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two and a half days until we have Adam in our arms!  I checked our updated itinerary from our agency and found out we’ve got a fourth family joining our group in Nanjing.  Another XuZhou baby is coming home!!!  It is so nice that one of Adam’s little friends is joining him on his journey home.  I don’t know much other than his friend’s name (Fu Tian); but, for my XZ family, I’ll let you know as soon as I find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My email has been acting strange.  I can read them, but can’t reply to them!  Rest assured, I have read each and every one.  It’s comforting to know that home is just a “left click” away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Where in the World is Mrs. Church?”  Day 5 Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roundtrip Maglev tickets:    80 yuan&lt;br /&gt;Roundtrip Subway tickets:    24 yuan (plus 3 yuan for the ticket Troy lost)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Burger King:       80 yuan&lt;br /&gt;Not getting lost in Shanghai: PRICELESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One American dollar is equal to roughly 7 Chinese yuan (also known as the RMB.)  How many yuan did we spend on our tour of Shanghai today?  How much would that cost in American dollars?  Explain how you arrived at your answer.  (HINT:  I hope you remember your division skills!)  And, don’t forget… have Ms. Adams save all of your “Where in the World” work in one folder so you can share your great work with me when I get home!  Miss you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-6829379382278648671?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/6829379382278648671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=6829379382278648671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/6829379382278648671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/6829379382278648671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/rainy-days-in-shanghai.html' title='Rainy Days in Shanghai  -- PHOTOS'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhJtAQvr8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/IyiL0vQI-YU/s72-c/DSCF1515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-253341845947781532</id><published>2008-08-28T15:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:24:44.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it to Shanghai...   PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhOeGOf92I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/slDa-OWRFKE/s1600-h/SDC10663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhOeGOf92I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/slDa-OWRFKE/s320/SDC10663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240024445420042082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to Shanghai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are officially in China.  And, all of our luggage is too.  Yay!!!  Most of the trip was very uneventful (no funny Lyvie stories to tell…imagine our surprise!)  For my students that are reading this…  we flew over the Northwest Territories of Canada and Alaska on the way here…seeing Mt. McKinley from 34, 000 feet.  When we woke up over the western Pacific Ocean, the skies were absolutely breathtaking.  It was the most beautiful shade of blue I’ve ever seen; pictures and words just can’t capture it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhN2qrAwrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/s4spE5QIZsY/s1600-h/SDC10623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhN2qrAwrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/s4spE5QIZsY/s320/SDC10623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240023768008540850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over the Western Pacific Ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The flight from Tokyo to Shanghai receives the award for nicest plane and the most turbulent.  Those puffy white clouds certainly are nice to look at, but not nice to fly through; we had plenty of time to do both!  For all of my hometown viewers…it was 2 hours and 31 minutes of crossing downtown’s “Tickle Tummy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhMpguG8xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TkamRPv6YHg/s1600-h/DSCF1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhMpguG8xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TkamRPv6YHg/s320/DSCF1492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240022442487247634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The view from 34,000 feet above Japan.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, that's ice on the window and we flew through the dark sky above us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not wait to get checked into the hotel.  The first thing I wanted to do was call home and let my mom know that we’d gotten here with everyone (and everything) still intact.  I’ve been blessed to follow a lot of journeys to China since March, but nothing prepares you for the heightened emotions of experiencing it first hand.  The word “surreal” keeps coming to mind because it is almost like a dream.  Exactly five months prior to setting foot on Chinese soil, we found out about the little boy waiting for us to bring him home.  And, now… we’re in his homeland.  Just last week, I was kayaking through the Fay flooded streets.  Today…  I am the farthest point I could be from my home and three days from holding that little boy in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal over the next few days is to just relax and rest up for the big day.  We aren’t scheduled to leave until Sunday when the train departs for Nanjing.  I’m definitely taking your advice, Sue!  It sounds like I won’t be getting much rest after Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post pictures as soon as my techno hubby wakes up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For my Fabulous Fifth Graders:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all traveled so well!  It was wonderful to hear from you guys (even though Mrs. G called us at 2:15 in the morning.)    Not to worry… I wouldn’t miss hearing from you all.  You are in good hands with Ms. Adams and Mrs. Godwin…but can’t wait to get back and introduce you to Adam!  I miss you guys already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Day 4’s “Where in the World is Mrs. Church?” question, you will need to do a little math!  So, here goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai has an amazing skyline and some of the tallest buildings in the world.  One of most recognized is the Oriental Pearl Tower and the newest Shanghai World Financial Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create a bar graph comparing the heights of some of the most well known building in Shanghai…&lt;br /&gt;Jin Mao Tower:    421 meters&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai World Financial Center:  492 meters&lt;br /&gt;Plaza 66:  266 meters&lt;br /&gt;Oriental Pearl TV Tower:  468 meters&lt;br /&gt;Peace Hotel:  77 meters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are finished, I would like you to write five statements about what the graph shows, such as…  “The _______ Tower is _____ meters taller than the _________.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Ms. Adams place all of these “Where in the World” questions together in one folder and staple a few on our bulletin board.   I want to see the amazing work you’ve been doing while I’m gone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-253341845947781532?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/253341845947781532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=253341845947781532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/253341845947781532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/253341845947781532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-made-it-to-shanghai.html' title='We made it to Shanghai...   PHOTOS'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhOeGOf92I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/slDa-OWRFKE/s72-c/SDC10663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-3020986495826401155</id><published>2008-08-27T12:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:24:04.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're off....   PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhRb2L4HfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/w5JteuIIdxI/s1600-h/SDC10594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhRb2L4HfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/w5JteuIIdxI/s320/SDC10594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240027705289219570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All our bags are packed...we're ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;The next time we're in this room, it will be with Adam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... we're officially beginning our transcontinental journey to Adam!  We spent last night in the Hyatt Regency hotel, watching the airplanes take off from the pool.  What an anniversary present that was for us!  Nana and Gra made it home safely through Orlando rush hour traffic (and from what I hear... may have hair that's a little more gray today!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhQTRCPqfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QwI1gIkd_dA/s1600-h/SDC10595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhQTRCPqfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QwI1gIkd_dA/s320/SDC10595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240026458366126578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the Hyatt Regency Orlando Airport Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us could sleep!  I can't imagine why.  :-)  Mads and I walked the airport terminal for a few hours before checking in.  I must say... the lines were not nearly as bad as we expected!  We ended up leaving on time and are now sitting in Minneapolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that the emotions hit full speed as the wheels came off the ground.  It was then that I truly realized that we are on the way.  This journey that began so long ago has finally taken flight.  The girls did well on the first leg of the trip...separated, of course.  Just as my eyes dried, Lyvie gazed out the window as we pierced through the clouds and said "You think we might see Katy in these clouds?  I think this is what heaven looks like."  Out of the mouths of babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to download our photos so far and share this with you all...every step of the way.  Each of you is such an important part of our lives and we can't imagine it any other way.  Thanks for all of the prayers and well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my XuZhou mommies... you and our XuZhou darlings are all right here with me!  I'm so glad we can share this.  Kristen... Lian's care package is packed safely next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to follow soon... our China bird awaits us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhQ5C1w9nI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4Z-sDe_5_MI/s1600-h/SDC10656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhQ5C1w9nI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4Z-sDe_5_MI/s320/SDC10656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240027107390715506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maddie and Lyvie in front of our home for the next 12 hours&lt;br /&gt;(Minneapolis to Tokyo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-3020986495826401155?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/3020986495826401155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=3020986495826401155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/3020986495826401155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/3020986495826401155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-were-off.html' title='And we&apos;re off....   PHOTOS'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SLhRb2L4HfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/w5JteuIIdxI/s72-c/SDC10594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-2743010851382504926</id><published>2008-08-22T14:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:26:09.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four days and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SK8Rc_5aXrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tx2igjN1Kt0/s1600-h/cedar+tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SK8Rc_5aXrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tx2igjN1Kt0/s320/cedar+tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237424081541422770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; close to hopping on a plane and following our red thread to China.  I received one last update on Adam before he is placed in our arms.  I sent the following questions to the SWI along with a photo of our family and received the answers this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "lucky cedar" (as his name translates) is a very active little boy.  He loves hugs and playing with his toys.  Adam's closest friend is a most adorable little girl named Chu Lian.  Their cribs are right next to each other and they frequently play together.  He likes his powdered milk and noodles, as well as yogurt drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little guy doesn't like sudden sounds and is afraid of strange surroundings and people.  How frightening it will be for him when we finally become a family.  We're praying that we'll be able to calm his fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also learned more information about where our son was found.  I truly needed to know this information so that we'll be able to answer his questions as he gets older.  I won't go into too many details; but, I will say that our son's parents cared a great deal about him.  He was one month old when he arrived at XuZhou, which tells me that his parents tried to care for their child to the best of their ability.  They knew he needed special care and took great risk to make sure that their child would be found quickly.  I am so thankful to them, and the nurse who found our son.  (We've been blessed with her name, as well.)  I cannot even begin to express my feelings for these individuals.  I hold them all close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such an emotional journey.  I am filled with excitement, nervousness, fear, love, joy, sadness... the list could go on and on.   I'm packed and ready to go!  And, as Steven Curtis Chapman's song suggests....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just going to breathe it in and breathe it out...savoring the miracle of every moment with which God has blessed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days until China&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Ten days until Forever Family Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-2743010851382504926?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2743010851382504926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=2743010851382504926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2743010851382504926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2743010851382504926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/four-days-and-counting.html' title='Four days and counting...'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SK8Rc_5aXrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tx2igjN1Kt0/s72-c/cedar+tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-3769295039394973454</id><published>2008-08-14T06:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:29:17.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho... It's back to work I go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SKgnlSVN2EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3CKTqXq0DOE/s1600-h/SevenDwarfs-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SKgnlSVN2EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3CKTqXq0DOE/s320/SevenDwarfs-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235478088347670594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's something exciting about going back to school.... the smell of new crayons and freshly sharpened pencils, picking out folders and lunch boxes, and receiving that special letter addressed to you telling you who your teacher will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't much different for teachers.  I'm one of the first ones at the stores for the back-to-school sales.  I just love it! And, like the children... I truly enjoy picking out my new lunch box every year (much to my husband's dismay.)  Of course, the most exciting time is getting my special letter telling me who my students will be for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marked my first day back for the new school year.  There was such a positive charge in the air, as we all spent the first hour catching up on our summer adventures.  My summer adventure, however, is truly just beginning!  While others were engrossed in Personal Development and resource schedules, I found my mind a "half a world" away.  And, like any teacher... I was working ways to take my new 5th grade darlings with me too.  Stay tuned for how I take 20 students with me on our life changing experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-3769295039394973454?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/3769295039394973454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=3769295039394973454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/3769295039394973454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/3769295039394973454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/heigh-ho-heigh-ho-its-back-to-work-i-go.html' title='Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho... It&apos;s back to work I go!'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SKgnlSVN2EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3CKTqXq0DOE/s72-c/SevenDwarfs-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-4820304300792033707</id><published>2008-08-06T15:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:09:22.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plane tickets...CHECK!</title><content type='html'>Check one more thing off of the "To Do" List!  We have our plane tickets and now know where we'll be stopping along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it looks like so far!  (Can you tell that I'm excited?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Itinerary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8/27  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave Orlando ...with layovers in Minneapolis and Tokyo before arriving in Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8/28  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arrive in Shanghai (stay at Ramada Pudong Airport Hotel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8/31  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave Shanghai for Nanjing on the Express Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9/01  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever Family Day  (meet our son!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9/07  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fly to Guangzhou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9/08  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medical Exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9/09  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Consulate Appointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9/11   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave Guangzhou... with layovers in Tokyo and Detroit before arriving in Orlando!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-4820304300792033707?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4820304300792033707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=4820304300792033707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/4820304300792033707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/4820304300792033707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/plane-ticketscheck.html' title='Plane tickets...CHECK!'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-2464644250195538975</id><published>2008-08-05T17:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:13:52.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone...start your engines!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I'm actually getting to post this blog.   A journey that began for me 18 years ago is about to take me to the other side of the world to meet my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SJjPCTqpmKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CldVR3wSX3Y/s1600-h/yippee_big.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SJjPCTqpmKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CldVR3wSX3Y/s320/yippee_big.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231158605736679586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening, we received an email stating that Travel Approvals had arrived.  Today... we received our Consulate Appointment...September 9th!  We leave for our baby boy's homeland on Wednesday, August 27th... 22 days from today!  He should be placed in our arms on September 1st (China time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet have yet to touch the ground since I received the call from our agency today.  And, just so we are still reminded that God has His hand in all things... we received the call while I sat in the sanctuary of our church.  How wonderful to be able to share our awesome news with our dearest friends who've been praying for and with us throughout this amazing adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight... we celebrate!  Tomorrow...we shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SJjPCfxiDlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nTnbYC8Inx8/s1600-h/airplane_sunset_istock_tier2i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SJjPCfxiDlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nTnbYC8Inx8/s320/airplane_sunset_istock_tier2i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231158608986771026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam...  26 sunsets before the sun rises on our forever family day!  And, forever our SON you will be.  Mommy loves you "little monkey!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-2464644250195538975?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2464644250195538975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=2464644250195538975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2464644250195538975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2464644250195538975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/08/everyonestart-your-engines.html' title='Everyone...start your engines!'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SJjPCTqpmKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CldVR3wSX3Y/s72-c/yippee_big.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-8872375361216594315</id><published>2008-07-11T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:38:42.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more surprise...</title><content type='html'>God has an amazing way of reassuring me that I am on the right path.  We knew after losing our daughter in 2006 that we wanted to do something to repay the generosity and support we received.  It was one year later that we created the foundation in her memory.  In its second year, Katy's Toy Drive brought in nearly 750 toys for Santa's Summertime Sleigh Ride.  Today, Santa traded in his suit for a tropical shirt and bermuda shorts, his reindeer for flamingos, and the beach for the halls of  St. Mary's Children's Hospital.  We spent the day bringing some Christmas cheer (Florida style) to the children, their parents, and the staff at the hospital.  I don't know who enjoyed it more... the kids or us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SHgXMdT_XPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ymzh8XYXRSQ/s1600-h/tropical+santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SHgXMdT_XPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ymzh8XYXRSQ/s320/tropical+santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221949270730431730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff at this hospital has a special place in our hearts...and always will.  They helped us through the most difficult time in our lives.  In fact, on Katy's first "angel-versary," we went back to the PICU to see the nurses.  We couldn't think of anywhere else we wanted to be.  I'll admit, I still have a difficult time looking in Room 3610.  That room seems so small, yet at the same time, so overwhelming.  I left a large part of me in that room... and came out a forever changed person.  I no longer try to forge my own path, but follow God's path for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that every time we share Katy's story and carry her torch, God sends us a gift.  :-)  So...how did God reassure me this time?  We came home to yet another email...this time with updated pictures of our son.  He has grown so much in just a month!  He's starting to sit up and is really pushing up with his arms.  Dad says he's definitely going to be "Mommy's boy."  I don't know what gives him that idea.  (Could it be the "Loved by all; Spoiled by Mom" shirt or possibly the "Mommy's new man" onesie?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SHgTOcnDdiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XVRA0dAlDdk/s1600-h/144%7E1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SHgTOcnDdiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XVRA0dAlDdk/s320/144%7E1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221944906855183906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My little sailor...he looks so grown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SHgTOWZrDJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rC9oSbZO68A/s1600-h/143%7E1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SHgTOWZrDJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rC9oSbZO68A/s320/143%7E1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221944905188445330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a special little boy!  You have shown a lot of people that, even after loss, it is okay to love again and be excited about life.  You may be a heart breaker,but... you're our little heart mender. Mommy loves you, little monkey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-8872375361216594315?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/8872375361216594315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=8872375361216594315' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/8872375361216594315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/8872375361216594315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-more-surprise.html' title='One more surprise...'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SHgXMdT_XPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ymzh8XYXRSQ/s72-c/tropical+santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-6218671263153989115</id><published>2008-07-10T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:29:57.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How does my "monkey" grow?</title><content type='html'>I was hoping to get updated information on Adam's and there it was...waiting for me this morning!  This is great because I  am notorious for overpacking.  Now I'll be able to narrow down what to take for our little guy!  Here are our latest measurements... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Height:   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30.3  inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Weight: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20.24 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Head Circumference:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18.1 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Chest Circumference: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19.3 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Foot length:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4.4 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Teeth:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 top&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our last measurements, he has grown 3 inches and gained 3 pounds.  Wait until he gets some good ole Southern cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam...&lt;br /&gt;     We're waiting patiently (no worries) for our TA because His timing is always perfect!  I can't wait to see our itinerary in writing.  I think Daddy will have to tie me down so I don't float away!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy loves you oodles and oodles of noodles!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-6218671263153989115?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/6218671263153989115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=6218671263153989115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/6218671263153989115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/6218671263153989115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-does-my-monkey-grow.html' title='How does my &quot;monkey&quot; grow?'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-4930028604264320305</id><published>2008-07-03T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:17:12.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!  It's a....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONFIRMATION LETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to use some of the same lamaze breathing I used 11 years ago&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; today &lt;/span&gt;to contain the excitement when I realized our stork was here, but WOW! It was almost as exciting as seeing my little Mads for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0J4bwA6zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LVmDnfzQpr0/s1600-h/June+July+08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 223px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0J4bwA6zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LVmDnfzQpr0/s320/June+July+08+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218838408318741298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess this is the equivalent of the delivery room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our FedEx stork delivered at 12:17 PM today.  I think he was a little surprised when the entire family met him at the door and asked for a photo op.  Apparently, he doesn't get many of these special deliveries.  He said we made his day...I think he made ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0J35V-oVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QcNi2V_ZeCw/s1600-h/June+July+08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 232px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0J35V-oVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QcNi2V_ZeCw/s320/June+July+08+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218838399082733906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our stork, Fed Ex Greg, was as happy as we were!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Adam... we're one step closer to you!  It's only a matter of weeks before you're in our arms forever.  Just a little while longer, my little monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0J4vst9uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lja2YoXHmVs/s1600-h/June+July+08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0J4vst9uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lja2YoXHmVs/s320/June+July+08+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218838413673625314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad signing the LSC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0J46OCIzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Z8h15jIA664/s1600-h/June+July+08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0J46OCIzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Z8h15jIA664/s320/June+July+08+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218838416497713970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom signing the LSC with "Brown Eyed Susie's" approval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0XKHb8miI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2W67EmlaBNI/s1600-h/June+July+08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 201px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0XKHb8miI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2W67EmlaBNI/s320/June+July+08+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218853005754669602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Signed... Soon to be sealed and delivered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0J14zkO8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/RZAghh2Qju0/s1600-h/June+July+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0J14zkO8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/RZAghh2Qju0/s320/June+July+08+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218838364578659266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam's room-- minus the vines from which to swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note to self:  Must remember to move the paint!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mads...  happy 11th birthday!  It seems like just yesterday that you were placed in our arms.  My how you've grown! I'm so proud of the young lady you're growing into...although, you will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; be my little Moo.  I'm sure we're bound to butt heads as you sprout your tail feathers, but remember I'll always love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0F289Pb_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/m_M5wkKkfCM/s1600-h/october+1997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0F289Pb_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/m_M5wkKkfCM/s320/october+1997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218833984826339314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The happy family at our Lamaze reunion in 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-4930028604264320305?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4930028604264320305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=4930028604264320305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/4930028604264320305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/4930028604264320305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/07/congratulations-its.html' title='Congratulations!  It&apos;s a....'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SG0J4bwA6zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LVmDnfzQpr0/s72-c/June+July+08+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-5404127943501418532</id><published>2008-07-02T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:00:23.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock...knock...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is what I'll be waiting to hear tomorrow when FedEx finally stops at OUR house!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our LSC/LOA is Florida bound&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and will be at our door tomorrow... which is also our daughter's 11th birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be more excited.  I had just finished unpacking a few days ago and hung all of Adam's clothes back in the closet.  Call it an attempt at reverse psychology.  I'm sure God was just laughing the whole time.  Guess it's time to repack!  (Aw...shucks.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this calls for a celebration!  We're off to church to share the great news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, along those lines... a song that we sing immediately came to mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"God is good, all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He put a song of praise in this heart of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is good, all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through my darkest hour, His light will shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is good, God is good...a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ll the time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-5404127943501418532?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5404127943501418532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=5404127943501418532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/5404127943501418532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/5404127943501418532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/07/knockknock.html' title='Knock...knock...'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-1319996859608042232</id><published>2008-06-20T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:29:53.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I made it back from our workshop in the Keys!  All I can say is "when are we going back?"  This was by far the most enjoyable workshop I have attended.  The staff at Pigeon Key was amazing!  They scheduled snorkeling trips for us, tide pooling for invertebrates (for the landlubbers), and cooked some memorable meals.  They should be commended for putting up with some really difficult teachers who made some ridiculous requests!  Not me of course... I would've been happy sleeping in a hammock under the palm trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZTRn8CirI/AAAAAAAAADo/nN5mQ64B9VM/s1600-h/June+2008+MSB+Bug+Bash+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZTRn8CirI/AAAAAAAAADo/nN5mQ64B9VM/s320/June+2008+MSB+Bug+Bash+157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216948780598987442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset from the front porch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captain Larry &lt;/span&gt;for getting our little group back to the bus in one piece after our snorkeling trip.  Fifteen teachers huddled with the captain, in what turned out to be a storm much greater than he (or we) bargained for, was quite the sight!  We stayed dry the entire trip, only to get soaked when we walked from the dock to the bus!  While we could've raised the water table a few inches with what we wrung out of our clothes, I wouldn't have missed it for anything! It was an exciting way to end our Keys adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZPj1t6KVI/AAAAAAAAADY/Abfjimh7P-g/s1600-h/FerryBoatBig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZPj1t6KVI/AAAAAAAAADY/Abfjimh7P-g/s320/FerryBoatBig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216944695488948562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captain Larry (right) on the dock of Pigeon Key...with much calmer seas and sunnier skies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to my "partners in crime," &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monica &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;, for stepping out of their element and back into the 1900's with me.  They will not be happy with me for saying this, but it was like watching your kids take their first step.  It just wouldn't have been the same without them there!  It would've been a lot less enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZUWsxZ4eI/AAAAAAAAADw/IHsuiY5UEF0/s1600-h/June+2008+MSB+Bug+Bash+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZUWsxZ4eI/AAAAAAAAADw/IHsuiY5UEF0/s320/June+2008+MSB+Bug+Bash+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216949967307530722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; as crazy as they look!  (Love ya, ladies!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of my pictures of this little piece of heaven on earth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZSajetZLI/AAAAAAAAADg/eQA5usIV1YY/s1600-h/June+2008+MSB+Bug+Bash+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZSajetZLI/AAAAAAAAADg/eQA5usIV1YY/s320/June+2008+MSB+Bug+Bash+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216947834509419698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our "home away from home" during our stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZWzV513LI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BMRyfay35Ew/s1600-h/June+2008+MSB+Bug+Bash+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZWzV513LI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BMRyfay35Ew/s320/June+2008+MSB+Bug+Bash+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216952658408365234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunset over Old Seven Mile Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZWzwBq8uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mOyrlBG_LMY/s1600-h/June+2008+MSB+Bug+Bash+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZWzwBq8uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mOyrlBG_LMY/s320/June+2008+MSB+Bug+Bash+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216952665420526306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Early morning at the "famed" dock of Pigeon Key...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZWznoRnrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SjsNPl27dCw/s1600-h/June+2008+MSB+Bug+Bash+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZWznoRnrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SjsNPl27dCw/s320/June+2008+MSB+Bug+Bash+198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216952663166525106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunrise from the Old Seven Mile Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-1319996859608042232?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/1319996859608042232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=1319996859608042232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/1319996859608042232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/1319996859608042232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/06/heaven-on-earth.html' title='Heaven on Earth'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SGZTRn8CirI/AAAAAAAAADo/nN5mQ64B9VM/s72-c/June+2008+MSB+Bug+Bash+157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-7677981868217191352</id><published>2008-06-17T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T04:15:11.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Getting Closer!!! (No FedEx stork though.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    "Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;(Mark 11:24)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally broke down and called our agency today.  I just needed to talk to a real person and get a little reassurance.  I was told to expect our confirmation letter within the next few weeks.  I called my husband to tell him.  Apparently, he'd talked to an acquaintance of his and she informed him that she's been praying a lot for us.  She went on to tell him not to worry... we'll be getting that confirmation letter very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our evening walk, I checked my email and found one from our agency sitting in the inbox.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was a list all waiting children from our agency letting  us know exactly where we are in the process.  I took a deep breath as I opened the attachment to look for Spunky.  And, there it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Pending LSC"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that officially mean?  It means that our dossier has been reviewed by CCAA and approved for the adoption of our son.  CCAA will be sending our LSC soon.  What a relief to know that China has given us their blessing!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  When God sends me encouragement, I get it from all angles!  Our God is most definitely an AWESOME God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...it looks like we may be there right in time for the Olympics rush!  YIKES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-7677981868217191352?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7677981868217191352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=7677981868217191352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/7677981868217191352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/7677981868217191352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-getting-closer-no-fedex-stork.html' title='We&apos;re Getting Closer!!! (No FedEx stork though.)'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-2325855918909618393</id><published>2008-06-13T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:47:28.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th...</title><content type='html'>I wrote in an earlier blog that "13" was my new lucky number.  Well...  I'm praying that today will be a lucky day!  We are on day 58 of our wait for our confirmation letter and my nerves are getting frayed.  Whenever the phone rings, I get butterflies for a split second...until I realize that it's not the call I am longing to receive.  Sometimes I feel like a dog chasing after the mailman when I see a FedEx truck drive through our neighborhood.  (Apparently we have a neighbor that uses FedEx a LOT!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my luck, we'll get the call while I'm out of town next week.  For the FIRST time since I had kids... I am going on an overnight trip by MYSELF! Well... sort of... our teachers have a workshop in the Florida Keys, complete with snorkeling on one of the coral reefs.  Isn't that terrible?  We're really looking forward to it.  I should have LOTS of pictures to share of that when I get back.   (I will be behind the camera...NOT in front of it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're steadily keeping busy.  I've slowed down buying clothes for Spunky (unless, of course, it has a monkey on it!)  Now that summer is officially here, I have some time to work on the nursery.  And, yes... you guessed it!  It's a jungle theme... complete with his own giraffes and monkeys.  I've always wanted a jungle nursery.  I think it has something to do with my difficulty giving up my zookeeper days.  Hopefully I'll be able to share pictures soon!  My husband wants to mow the yard; but, Mama wants to bring the crib out of storage.  Hmmm... who shall "win" this one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-2325855918909618393?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2325855918909618393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=2325855918909618393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2325855918909618393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2325855918909618393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th...'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-6128805245046737648</id><published>2008-06-04T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:59:48.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Birthday Ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday ranks right up there as one of my best... next to my early birthday present in 2005 (my birthday "Bug".) First, it was the last day of school!!! I never thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; would get here! Then, of course, I share my birthday with a very dear friend... who is really more like a sister. Monica is my co-worker, prayer warrior, partner in crime and accountability. She is the first one I go to with good news, bad news, and even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; news! I have absolutely enjoyed this crazy year because I've had one of my "bestest" friends by my side. So, don't you know that when this next gift arrived... I went to her classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blessed with an amazing group of families from XuZhou SWI. One such family is Sue and Arlie. They are currently traveling in China to bring home their beautiful daughter Jia. I am so grateful to watch Jia blossom with each update from her family. She is just radiant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way around the world and celebrating their first few days as a family, Sue still finds time to send messages and photos to the rest of the waiting mommies and daddies. She is definitely an angel amongst us; and, her thoughtfulness and generosity are SO appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this message about our little "peanut"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Robyn, All we can say is get ready! Your Adam is a "Spunky Monkey" as my grandson nick-named him! He has so much personality it bubbles out of every pore. If you even look his way he kicks and grins...if you talk to him, he goes wild with excitement. I think he is a bit of a favorite with his nannie, she just love to show him off. We had a great visit at Xuzhou, Jia did great, she loved the babies, seemed comfortable with the visit and left happily with us. She was just a bubble at dinner later, she is just a delight. One of the hardest things I have ever done, is to leave the orphanage without your baby! I would have loved to snatch him and bring him to you today! But you have your own destiny and journey to get him...but get ready for a real wild child! Love to you and your family, sue "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This makes the wait so much more bearable...not easier... but bearable...because we know that he is well taken care of and loved by his nannies. I had such a peaceful feeling all day long just knowing that Sue and her family were there... half a world away... with OUR son. And, then... to see the photos!!! I cried for the longest time. Some of my most favorite pictures are of Jia patting Adam on the head and holding him with the orphanage director. Our children will always have a bond because they spent the first years of their lives together. I can see why Sue's grandson nicknamed him "Spunky Monkey." He's grinning and smiling in every picture and can barely sit still! Oh... are we in for another Firecracker baby or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos that were sent of a cute little boy that they saw on their orphanage trip. ;-) Hope he gets to come home to his family soon! I'm sure they can't wait to hear him laugh and play with those adorable little piggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SEiYnuUUqgI/AAAAAAAAACw/VvyWNNLQkHg/s1600-h/adam+060408+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SEiYnuUUqgI/AAAAAAAAACw/VvyWNNLQkHg/s320/adam+060408+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208580777269570050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the teeth this little guy has... and that grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SEiYny5PSCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UuOY9S4rQk4/s1600-h/adam+060408+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SEiYny5PSCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UuOY9S4rQk4/s320/adam+060408+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208580778498148386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of Jia and the Director.&lt;br /&gt;This little guy is going to be a ladies' man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SEiYoHMgqMI/AAAAAAAAADA/_ZLIb9tix9o/s1600-h/adam+060408+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SEiYoHMgqMI/AAAAAAAAADA/_ZLIb9tix9o/s320/adam+060408+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208580783947688130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SEiYoYuH-QI/AAAAAAAAADI/u-rYXW96Zzw/s1600-h/adam+060408+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SEiYoYuH-QI/AAAAAAAAADI/u-rYXW96Zzw/s320/adam+060408+07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208580788652079362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so obvious that his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayi&lt;/span&gt; loves this little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SEiYodPRWFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_SXrsYAi3f4/s1600-h/adam+060408+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SEiYodPRWFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_SXrsYAi3f4/s320/adam+060408+05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208580789864847442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Personality with an adoring fan... the director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-6128805245046737648?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/6128805245046737648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=6128805245046737648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/6128805245046737648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/6128805245046737648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-birthday-ever.html' title='The Best Birthday Ever...'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SEiYnuUUqgI/AAAAAAAAACw/VvyWNNLQkHg/s72-c/adam+060408+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-1449943112392996418</id><published>2008-06-02T03:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T03:01:01.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Angel Bug!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SEMwpZLjpuI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y8Enm7xJVKc/s1600-h/snuggle+bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SEMwpZLjpuI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y8Enm7xJVKc/s320/snuggle+bug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207059081862555362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Adam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today is a very special day for our family.  It is your big sister's birthday.  She is celebrating her third birthday with her grandparents, great grandparents, her very special aunt, and many angel friends in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Planning for you has helped me get through a lot of difficult days, but this day is proving to be one of the hardest.  I'm sad because Katy's not here with us and sad because you will never get to know her in the same way that your oldest sisters did.  I wish that you would've been able to meet her.  She just lit up the room and made hearts melt wherever she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Each night, when I go to sleep, I ask her to watch over you for us.  My heart tells me that she is with you, just as she is with us.  And, I know that when we are finally joined as one family...she will be right there with us too... as we celebrate becoming a family of six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I love you Peanut!  Hopefully you'll be getting a special visitor on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  Jia's mommy and daddy are visiting you and your friends.  I pray more than anything that they will be able to see you and get a picture for us!  What a birthday present that would be!  We missed you when Lily Mei's mommy and daddy visited your friends last month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to hold you in my arms and look into those beautiful brown eyes of yours.  I keep praying that we'll get word soon about when we can make our travel arrangements.  Even Nana is getting antsy!  We all want you home...and all of our family together.  Next year, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;be together... looking for those shooting stars as your JieJie blows out her birthday candles across the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of BugHugs and misses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-1449943112392996418?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/1449943112392996418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=1449943112392996418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/1449943112392996418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/1449943112392996418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-angel-bug.html' title='Happy Birthday Angel Bug!!!'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SEMwpZLjpuI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y8Enm7xJVKc/s72-c/snuggle+bug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-2067552453078797061</id><published>2008-05-29T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:44:08.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Word Thursday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SD9Zn5Z3SuI/AAAAAAAAACg/1BvAGea21LI/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 157px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SD9Zn5Z3SuI/AAAAAAAAACg/1BvAGea21LI/s320/stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205978236222655202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who me? Stressed???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please pray that we get our LOA really soon!  At the least, that we receive some words of encouragement from China...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-2067552453078797061?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2067552453078797061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=2067552453078797061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2067552453078797061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2067552453078797061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/05/three.html' title='Three Word Thursday...'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SD9Zn5Z3SuI/AAAAAAAAACg/1BvAGea21LI/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-4653728174540515707</id><published>2008-05-25T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:48:12.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures at Last</title><content type='html'>Well... it's taken me a week to get pictures of Peanut's shower gifts, but they're finally here!  I spoke with our agency on Friday (I'm not getting antsy or anything!) and they told me that 60 days is a pretty reasonable amount of time to wait for our LOA.  We're on day #39 today!  So... it looks more and more like we might be in China right before the Olympics.  Hopefully everything will move a little quicker than anticipated!  I know that whenever we go, it is in God's perfect timing.  I'm just in the passenger seat... He's flying the plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SDmwGJZ3SsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AxvOmvUb0Qo/s1600-h/May2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SDmwGJZ3SsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AxvOmvUb0Qo/s320/May2008+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204384464053422786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SDmvDZZ3SrI/AAAAAAAAACI/c6GDF2e9Edc/s1600-h/May2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SDmvDZZ3SrI/AAAAAAAAACI/c6GDF2e9Edc/s320/May2008+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204383317297154738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news around the household, our oldest mouse received a scholarship for her school.  What a blessing!  "Brown-eyed Susie"  graduated kindergarten on Thursday!  I can't believe she is going to be a first grader.... and I'm the mom to a "middle schooler." Oh boy... the fun is just beginning!  Here's "Susie" after she got her award.... all of the teachers were dressed as Storybook Characters.  Don't they look excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SDm0R5Z3StI/AAAAAAAAACY/moXQ99Ie1xM/s1600-h/May2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SDm0R5Z3StI/AAAAAAAAACY/moXQ99Ie1xM/s320/May2008+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204389063963396818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-4653728174540515707?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/4653728174540515707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=4653728174540515707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/4653728174540515707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/4653728174540515707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-at-last.html' title='Pictures at Last'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SDmwGJZ3SsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AxvOmvUb0Qo/s72-c/May2008+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-7279477312586722069</id><published>2008-05-18T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:29:31.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!!!</title><content type='html'>We have the greatest neighbors!  Several weeks ago, one of our neighbors gave us an invitation to a block party.   We don't have a very large neighborhood.  On our street (the only street around) there are about twenty families and together, we have been through quite a bit.  After our daughter died, it was our neighbors that made it possible for us to face our home again.  They truly took care of us.  Well... they've come through again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to our surprise... they announced the REAL reason for our block party... It was a "welcome to the block" party for our little Peanut and another mom that is due in 8 weeks!  Neither of our families knew anything about it!  It was so wonderful being surrounded by such love.  The kids had a great time playing in the backyard and the big sisters LOVED helping unwrap their soon-to-be brothers' presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't express my gratitude for what they've done.  We are so blessed!!!  And, Adam... you are already SO loved!  There are so many people who can't wait to meet you and give you hugs for themselves.  But, they'll have to stand in line.... because Mama is first!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post pictures as soon as I get them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-7279477312586722069?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7279477312586722069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=7279477312586722069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/7279477312586722069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/7279477312586722069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/05/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!!!'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-1892664377460888760</id><published>2008-05-15T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:47:27.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Word Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SCzkNtK2U3I/AAAAAAAAACA/qanbdwZHlRM/s1600-h/almost+out.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SCzkNtK2U3I/AAAAAAAAACA/qanbdwZHlRM/s320/almost+out.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200782593820611442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thirteen days left!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Seems like thirteen is my new lucky number.)  I have never been so excited to see the end of the school year!  The last few weeks are always the worst... packing, final grades, awards nights, and the "itch."  I don't know who has Summer-itis more... me or my fifth graders!  I'm really looking forward to having some time off to enjoy the girls and just being "mom" for a little while.  Of course... they'll have a story to tell in the Fall after we bring home our little Peanut.  (I sure hope it's before August!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-1892664377460888760?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/1892664377460888760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=1892664377460888760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/1892664377460888760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/1892664377460888760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/05/three-word-thursday.html' title='Three Word Thursday'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpKlKWJpPZA/SCzkNtK2U3I/AAAAAAAAACA/qanbdwZHlRM/s72-c/almost+out.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-5305948756140315128</id><published>2008-05-13T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T06:08:59.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Earthquake Victims</title><content type='html'>We've sat in both fear and pain after news on the earthquake in China.  We've fielded calls from friends and family asking if Peanut was anywhere near the devastation.  His orphanage is about 700 miles from the epicenter, so we're pretty confident that he is out of harm's way from this earthquake.  When I talked to my mom this morning, her words were... "You need to get over there and get him!"  I wish it were that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pray for the thousands that are still missing and the thousands that have been lost as a result of this catastrophe.  I've read blogs from adoptive families that are actually in the province and can't imagine the horror that they've experienced.  I pray that they safely make it home with their families.  And, please keep the waiting families whose sons and daughters are in the midst of all of this.  How difficult the uncertainty must be for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for our Letter Seeking Confirmation... day 27!!!  We're ready when they are Peanut!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-5305948756140315128?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/5305948756140315128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=5305948756140315128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/5305948756140315128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/5305948756140315128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/05/prayers-for-earthquake-victims.html' title='Prayers for Earthquake Victims'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-269655526797419366</id><published>2008-05-11T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:32:18.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>What a beautiful day it was!  We did something that we haven't done in a LONG time... pack up a lunch and head to the beach!  You would think that living on the ocean, we would go to the beach all of the time...wrong.  It's been at least a year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice... the water was crystal clear and absolutely flat.  Just the way I like it!  The girls had a great time playing in the water and collecting seashells (and sand) to bring home with them.  Like my darling husband says... if only they'd made beaches with concrete instead of sand. Now, don't get me wrong... he loves the beach; he just hates getting wet and then getting sand stuck to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Mother's Day I am so thankful for "Peanut's" mom.  How much she loved her son to make such a hard decision.  I am sure that she thinks of him every day... and I think of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; every day.  What a strong woman she is.   The hardest thing a mother could face is to let her child go.  I know that feeling all too well.  In a dark hallway in the middle of the night on September 21, 2006... I made the most difficult decision I will probably ever have to make.  It was that night that my husband and I signed a DNR order for our Katy.  We knew that we only wanted what was best for her and spending her life attached to machines was selfish on our parts.  We left the decision to our little girl if she wanted to stay on earth or fly home to heaven.  We put our total faith in God that He would take care of her.... and He has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a mom is such a blessing.  You have been hand picked by God to be the parent of His children.  I am so blessed to have been chosen to be Maddie's Mom, Lyvie's Mom, Katy's Mom and Peanut's Mom!  What an honor it is to be trusted with these beautiful children who will grow up to be beautiful adults... both inside and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-269655526797419366?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/269655526797419366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=269655526797419366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/269655526797419366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/269655526797419366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-7972983476312954009</id><published>2008-05-06T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:02:59.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni hao...</title><content type='html'>Tonight was our third Mandarin Chinese class.  Our family has been blessed with an intelligent, vibrant young woman that was willing to take on four students ranging in age from 5 to 39 years old!  This is her second year as an exchange student in the US and we are SO glad that we have met her!!!  She truly has shown that you can teach old dogs like my husband and I new tricks.  Lyvie is showing us all up with the speed that she is catching on.  She left a message for me on my board at school... written in Chinese characters!  And, she does her math in Chinese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying will be going back to China for the summer.  Her family lives in Guangzhou... so, we hope that we'll be able to meet up with her before we return home with our little Peanut.  :-)  And, it will be SO nice to be able to speak some words of comfort to our little boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through each step of our journey, we are reminded that God's hand is in all of it.  This world is not nearly as large as we think it is!  Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!  Now, bring on our LSC!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-7972983476312954009?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7972983476312954009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=7972983476312954009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/7972983476312954009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/7972983476312954009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/05/ni-hao.html' title='Ni hao...'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-2344712342186423736</id><published>2008-05-02T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:31:19.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>World Travelers in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:229.5pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\ROBYNC~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="MPj03058000000[1]"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;When we began gathering our papers and documenting every aspect of our lives, it took us nearly three months to get our passports.  We didn't get the girls' passports done at the time and thought we had years to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... God had other plans and we found ourselves rushing to get their passports when we received our PA.  So, I took a day off of work (awww...shucks...) and met Dad at the courthouse with the girls on April 22nd.  We were told to expect their passports within 6 weeks... they came today! Not even two weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of the "short waits" that we're experiencing are a sign.  We'd love to be home in time to watch the Olympics in the comfort of our own living room! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-2344712342186423736?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/2344712342186423736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=2344712342186423736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2344712342186423736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/2344712342186423736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/05/world-travelers-in-making.html' title='World Travelers in the Making'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-7380182395180180470</id><published>2008-04-30T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:35:47.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Number "13"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: white;"&gt;The LORD has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: white;"&gt;Psalm 126:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Thirteen months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; ago we submitted our first dossier documents to our agency for authentication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thirteen months&lt;/i&gt; ago, we thought that we were years away from adopting our fourth child (a fourth daughter) from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thirteen months&lt;/i&gt; ago, our little "peanut” was born near &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;XuZhou&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will mark our &lt;i&gt;thirteenth&lt;/i&gt; anniversary and we look forward to celebrating it at HOME with ALL of our children. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;God works in amazing and awesome ways!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-7380182395180180470?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/7380182395180180470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=7380182395180180470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/7380182395180180470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/7380182395180180470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/04/lucky-number-13_30.html' title='Lucky Number &quot;13&quot;'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-166278457687019785</id><published>2008-04-16T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T17:43:28.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip, Hip Hooray! We got our PA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow...we didn't expect to get our PA so quickly.  We just sent in our LOI (letter of intent) on April 5th (China time.)  Our family is one step closer to bringing home our beautiful baby boy and we just can't contain our excitement.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here's what the official PA looks like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;通&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17pt;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;知&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;华尔收养组织：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;你们递交的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: AdobeSongStd-Light-Acro;"&gt;T.A.C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;和&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: AdobeSongStd-Light-Acro;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: AdobeSongStd-Light-Acro;"&gt;R.H.C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;收养江苏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;（省、市、自治区）徐州市社会福利院儿童褚福楠的申请已收到，经过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;对该家庭为该儿童制定的医疗康复及抚育计划的审核，中国收养中心同&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;意将其申请文件转入收养特殊需要儿童的程序处理，特此告知。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;中国收养中心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: AdobeSongStd-Light-Acro;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;年&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: AdobeSongStd-Light-Acro;"&gt;04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;月&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: AdobeSongStd-Light-Acro;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;日&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My poor husband... every time I walk into a store, I gravitate right towards the baby aisle.  I don't necessarily have to buy anything (though I now have a suitcase of little boys' clothes... they are SO CUTE!)  I just have to get a good whiff of the baby lotion.  It's been such a long time since we've had that smell in our house.  I wish they made candles with that scent! Hmmm... I might be on to something!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; color: black;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-166278457687019785?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/166278457687019785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=166278457687019785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/166278457687019785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/166278457687019785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/04/hip-hip-hooray-we-got-our-pa.html' title='Hip, Hip Hooray! We got our PA!!!'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351185786860288372.post-1978530234184579758</id><published>2008-03-28T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:39:06.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call</title><content type='html'>I read this poem on one of my favorite sites... Journey to Me.  It was a poem that was written by a waiting mommy for her son.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Creighton... you have a very talented mommy!)&lt;/span&gt; I don't think I could say it any better about how I felt from the moment I first gazed at the pictures of our little boy today.  Welcome to our family and our hearts, little Chuey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Poem for our Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I saw a photo of you today&lt;br /&gt;It made me smile in a different kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't just the smile on my face that I felt.&lt;br /&gt;It was a smile that came from within...&lt;br /&gt;That made my heart completely melt.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes sparkled in such a special way.&lt;br /&gt;You were looking at the camera;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was as if you had something to say.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be "Hurry Mama;&lt;br /&gt;"Come rescue me!"&lt;br /&gt;The future will bring us to you.&lt;br /&gt;We will just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;As I look at your photo, now this very minute,&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering what road will lead us&lt;br /&gt;And guide us to a life with you in it.&lt;br /&gt;It is an awesome feeling that I have for you.&lt;br /&gt;It came with an instant.&lt;br /&gt;Something I never expected it to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351185786860288372-1978530234184579758?l=family4adam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/feeds/1978530234184579758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7351185786860288372&amp;postID=1978530234184579758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/1978530234184579758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351185786860288372/posts/default/1978530234184579758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://family4adam.blogspot.com/2008/03/call.html' title='The Call'/><author><name>Bug's Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
