Playing Frogs

Sitting and quietly looking at a rotating screen of the past two years with E. From a pudgy baby to a little girl with a big imagination. Six days until our two year gotcha day. TWO YEARS. Two years since papa stepped in that big icy hole carrying a bag with diapers, a tiny sweater and a scarf. We had a good chuckle over it. Two years since we walked into the orphanage and said our goodbyes to all the babies we knew...and hello to the one who just arrived (a sad little boy). Two years since we bundled up a scared little girl in a big green coat and carried her out the door, changing our lives forever and ever. I have grown so much since then. I have learned so much from her. Patience, love, compassion.

She makes me laugh all the time.

Her latest is a game she calls "playing frogs." We do this after bath and teeth and pajamas. You have to play frogs in the dark in her room. E gives us each a little guitar to hold and call our "Lily Pad." Then we say ribbit ribbit and I say "I'm the mama frog." She says "I am the tadpole and papa is the papa." Then we dance in the dark to two songs (Death Cab for Cuties Photobooth and Notwist, Pick up the Phone) and she spins around in the dark saying ribbit until she decides to "chillax" on the floor.

When it's time to go to bed I have to tell her a story about her shrinking down to a tiny superhero called The Tooth Inspector who flies into kids mouths in a yellow submarine to see if they have clean teeth. She reports back to their mamas and also the tooth fairy (the boss of the tooth inspector).

As you can see our lives with E for the past two years has been a wonderful and ACTIVE adventure.

She is perfect for me. I think I am perfect for her.

We are two peas in a pod.

Mama