The truth

Adopting Dashlyn has been hard, and easy. We are busier than I expected. She gets into everything (and I thought Jack got into everything). She will fuss for no reason and don't even think about wiping her nose! I imagined a child who lived in an orphanage would be used to letting a person wipe noses or eyes but NOOOOOOO. She definitely doesn't hold back her unhappiness when we are not making her happy. Food cannot come fast enough and there cannot be too much of it. Yay she eats but I don't think she would stop if we didn't make her and the she melts down if the food doesn't prepare itself fast enough (so she freaks out 3 time per day plus snack!). I found myself hunched over the sink stuffing down a Christmas cookie so she didn't see because 1 cookie would never be enough for Miss bottomless pit.

But oddly, it doesn't feel weird to have her here. I don't wonder when she's going home, I don't wonder "what the heck were we thinking?", I don't miss the days before she was here. I've had days when I was glad it was nap time, but I was glad Jack was down too :). I'm under no delusion that these things won't ever occur to me, but they haven't yet. We're getting along, one day at a time. We have a little dolly to dress up, she's learning to enjoy books and watching "Signing Time", she has the best giggle when we tickle her, and she's an awesome traveler in the van. So, please send me some prayers for continued patience and continued adjustment for Miss D. I love her; and now I'm starting to like her.