Caleb...

I am very thankful that God blessed us with this "little man." At times I find him odd...but that's because I'm use to girls. I am female...I know how to relate to me...most of the time :o) I don't have any brothers so I didn't get any "education" that way. Everyone said that little boys are very different from little girls...and they "ain't" lying! Other than that thing that they have down there that they are afraid to let go of, they just think so much differently. It's really quite mind boggling. I'm sure I'll get use to it someday :o)

Randy thought we were totally done with adopting after we committed to adopting Samara & Shakira. Logically it made sense to me but my heart was telling me different. It kept telling me that a third child (in the process) was yet to come. God then told me that we were going to get the little boy that we had been wanting. I must admit that I had mixed reactions. I was thrilled...but also somewhat concerned because that meant we would be adopting 3 children at one time...not to mention one of them being special needs. Are you sure God? This is really how it's suppose to happen? And of course we all know the answer to that question by now. Yes...yes it is!

Even my hard to convince husband had a hard time "rationalizing" away Caleb's name...the name we had on hold for a little boy for 6 years. Then came the dreams & visions from friends. Yep...it was pretty clear. I am so thankful that he was not even born when we started the process with the girls because that gave us some extra time...meaning he was still developing in the womb & not growing up without us at the orphanage. He had just turned 2 months old when we said our first "Good bye" to him in Haiti. I am thankful for those baby moments with him then, & also at 7 months, 12 months with his Daddy to celebrate his birthday, 13 months which was totally not planned but necessary due to Shakira's foot injury, at 21 months & then to be brought home by Daddy 10 days before his second birthday.

Caleb has one of the best smiles I have ever seen...which of course will concern me greatly when he's a teenager :o) He also has the greatest giggle. I could listen to it for hours. He does have a sweet, tender side. He cracks me up when he thanks me for "everything"...and I mean everything except for discipline of course :o) He likes to take my hand & just hold it...for long periods of time. It's really sweet. In the past couple of weeks he has made huge strides in his English. We can actually understand a lot of what he's saying now. He has fully bonded with "Daddy" now & doesn't have to be with me all the time.