Happy Adoption Day, John!!!!! Yay!! Whee!! Whoohoo!!! A fine day, indeed. Three years ago today, in a judge's office in Astrakhan, Russia, a judge decreed that a sweet, tiny 16-month-old Tatar boy was now part of our family, and we could take him home. And the rest is history, as they say.

After lunch today, the kids helped Rhonda make cupcakes. And also helped her eat the batter. They're napping now. After they get up, we'll ask John want he wants to do to celebrate, if he'd like to go swimming or ot Mcdonalds.

John is so cute when he says his prayers. He says "Thank you for God, thank you for God for making storms, and thank you for God for food. Amen."

At church this morning, he wanted to go into the men's restroom, and he said "I want to be a man!"

He played Candyland by himself again before heading off for his nap, and he did his little computer Pooh story thingie as well.

Hanna was ready for a nap too. Rhonda was outside tearing out frozen flowers, and Hanna went out to see what was going on.

A definite chill in the air today. Temps might go back up to mid to high 50s this week, but the cold grip of winter is starting to tighten, eager to throttle us in its deadly grasp. wwwaaahhhhh.