Fingles

When we received SS's referral pictures it took us a while to be able to take every detail in. We both cried so much, that we were unable to clearly focus on our precious daughter. Thank goodness she was fully cooked, did not have a pointy head, and was not covered with mucus. Other than how amazingly perfect she was, P and I immediately noticed her fingles. You know, finger dimples. Just click on the picture above and you'll see what I mean.

Lately, we have been looking at her fingles and wondering if she'll lose them as she gets older. Does not matter, because we make a point of kissing those fingles daily. I just had to take a picture of SS's delicate, dark hands and her fingles.


Looks like SS is going to have one day of free gym and one day of a structured class. Her debut was less than spectacular. When P asked me what it was like, I had to single out the first ten minutes of the class. Imagine if after 15 months in the SWI, SS was solely cared for by a pack of wolves. Got a visual? That is exactly what it was like. I decided to stick it out, unless it escalated to a total meltdown. Funny thing is that as the class went along, about six kids (there's 12 in the class) had meltdowns. One very feisty girl slapped her mother in the face. An almost three year old kicked the daylights out of his mom. Maybe that is where P and I are unreasonable. The children are between 16 months and three years old, so that behavior is expected. But we both agreed that had SS become violent, we would have removed her from the situation. I also now realize that SS's uncouth behavior was due to her lack of familiarity with the routine. She did settle down and participated to the best of her ability. I had to keep reminding myself that she has been on this planet for only 30 months, and G0d knows what she went through the first 15. Yeah Mama and Baba, take a chill pill.

SS seems to be anxious in social situations. This seems unusual after her SWI experience. Kids just intimidate her. Sadly, a lot of kids run rampant, pushing other kids around, bullying them, while their parents look the other way. Seriously, why have kids if you are going to completely ignore them. It's not like they are needed as farm hands. SS being so small is usually on the receiving end. Later, the little slapper was running around, and trying to cut in front of SS. She almost tripped and grabbed my leg for balance. My up to that moment shy daughter (the slapper is a moose compared to SS) charged her yelling, "NO, MY MAMA!" I am sure SS would have knocked that girl down, she was furious. I reacted quickly and stopped SS, although P thinks the slapping happy girl deserved a good shove. I like how P summed up the situation, he said, "Welcome home Baby D!" I think we are going to have to stop with SS, for the safety of her hypothetical younger brother.

Tomorrow we have to take our van in for service at 8:00 a.m. Not a big deal, except that the dealer is two hours away, AND we do not know if we get our van back tomorrow. We are taking both cars and I'm dreading having poor SS in the backseat of an El@ntra. I did find a really neat kiddie park in the area, and SS gets to return to that cool water fountain. It's supposed to be in the hundreds,so water time is welcome.

It's 6:40 p.m. and we are cleaning the cars and getting the carseats in the right vehicles. SS missed her faithful companion (Br*tax) so much that after P was done installing she climbed in all by herself, and tried to buckle herself in. The other carseat will only fit P's car forward facing, something we are not thrilled to do with a twenty-five pounder.