All of my kids are killing me right now. Charlie - yes, we've officially named our newest son - is just too dang far away, and I can't even begin to adequately describe the crazy emotions with waiting for him.
The biggest thing right now is reminding myself to trust. I am so thankful for the caretakers in his life. The Sisters, orphanage volunteers, and our POA love him, and they have seen him through his life so far. So far, I have done nothing for him, and he is (I am told) happy and healthy. I remind myself always to trust them, and their concern for his well-being. It is they who have cared for him in his first 6 months of life, and they are eager to get him into a forever family. I cannot wait to meet them and thank them in person.
Simon and Talya kill me too, but mostly in ways that make me alterately crazy-frustrated or all-out-giggly. I'm posting a video of them "Preaching." If you're not interested in spending precious minutes of your life watching my kids, please skip it. I think it's funny though. I'm not sure where Sy gets his material - if you listen carefully to his sermon, he talks a lot about Jesus being Champion (as well as the pizza guy I think). He also has taken on the style of a bossy worship leader that is always ordering you to raise your hands or else.
Taly just wants to keep up with her big brother, and can only do so by trying to match him in volume.
Thanks again to all of you who weighed in with resources on adoptive breastfeeding. I have spent a lot of time on the phone with our hospital's lactaction consultant, and am starting a protocol that should help. We'll see. If not, no big deal - formula's certainly never hurt anyone. (But it does cost a pretty penny.)