Before and After

Comb Coils

Who knew doing hair could be so much fun!

Noah will be begging for a sister in NO time.

And yes, this is a legitimate boy's hairstyle :)

Please Pray

Not really in a writing mood, but please pray for Noah.

On Friday he began to have a fever.

On Saturday we took him to urgent care because it had gotten up to 104.7
He looked okay to the Dr there and we were told sometimes fevers went that high

On Sunday it went up to 105.

Monday we went to our Dr who ordered blood work and urine tests and asked to see him again the next day.

Monday night he called to tell us that Noah had a UTI and we went to pick up some antibiotics for him.

He was not happy with the medicine and threw it up :(

Tuesday morning (today) his fever had gone down to the 101-102 range. He was much more active and looking very well. I was expecting a clean report from the Dr.

However, he told us that a UTI should not produce such a high fever and that the infection was probably somewhere else. (In juggling around four kids I didn't catch if he thought the infection spread from another place or to another place)

He is concerned that it is possibly in his kidneys and listed a number of causes/reasons that I can not remember. (Max was not at his best this visit and it was a little hard to focus)

The next step is to try to get the fever down with the use of the antibiotics and then to have an ultrasound and some other test (scheduled for next Thursday).

He seems just fine...but something obviously isn't okay inside his little body.

Please pray for little Noah. He is our little love.



We love you, little one!

Words on Yesterday's Wordless Wednesday

Those who are close to us (in vicinity) know the change that Noah has been through.

He came from Ethiopia somber. Withdrawn. He did not cry except when he was hungry and he did not laugh. Smiles were few and far between and this left us hoping that it was just his personality.

The tear falling from his eye in the picture below was the most common form of his emotion. No sounds or movements; just a silent tear from his sweet, sad eyes.

I didn't expect this. I must admit. But something in Noah just needed to wait...to observe...and perhaps to morn.

Those days are now gone and Noah feels his place in our home...in our family. He is a joy with his squeals of excitement and waves of happiness. When a hug is needed, go to Noah and he will wrap his tiny arms around you and bury his head on your shoulder. Every day seems to bring a new, shining part of his personality.

We won't forget those first few weeks. We won't forget whatever he was morning.

We will not forget Ethiopia.