This week marks two months since we have been home. I can't believe it has only been that long. Vietnam seems like a distant memory, but definately a place I want to return to. However, my son has so astounded me this week with the things he knows. One day this week he was counting something and he got all the way to 10 in English. I couldn't not believe it. What's even better is the fact that he even has the southern drawl when he says eight. I don't even know how to begin to explain it. I guess he learned this in the orphanage because all we have taught was 1, 2, 3, GO! (Ha!)
Last night I changed the CD that the boys were listening to and lo and behold I heard him trying to sing Jesus loves me and Kumm by Ya(sp?)!!! He couldn't get the words but he hummed like he knew exactly what was coming next. It is so amazing.
This morning in church the preacher kept saying "my daddy ...." "my daddy...." and Samuel would look and say "my dada" and point to Jim. It was the cutest thing.
Not much else in our world. We are counting down until Jim is finished with school. I sure hope it comes quick because we need a small break.