Seven months

Ahren has been home 7 months. It's unbelievable! The 3 years we waited for him are now just a distant memory, erased by the daily joys of raising this delightful little boy.

When we brought him home, he seemed more baby than 32 month old boy. He drank a bottle every 4 hours, he had almost no muscle tone, he barely spoke (in spanish or english) and he was just so helpless in many ways. His foster family did a marvelous job but they spoiled him horribly. The child had never fed himself a bite of food. He didn't have to talk because he could just point and everyone jumped for him. In a way, I was glad. I got to enjoy a bit of him as a baby, all snuggly and needy. 

Now, just 7 months later, he is all boy. Mostly potty trained, independent, talkative, opinionated, has grown almost 3 inches in height and slimmed down too, and a total booger which I say with the utmost love! (I'll explain later in this post)

Ahren had just woken up in the morning and Levi was hugging him. These two are great friends, partners in crime and a two-boy wrecking crew. They fight sometimes, but mostly they just play and laugh. Ahren imitates absolutely everything Levi does, which is good and bad!

This child is so full of joy and laughter. He goes non-stop all day long and then just face plants in bed and sleeps 12-13 hours straight. 

He is an ornery little booger. He has learned how to do things that annoy others and will pick at them until he gets a reaction, all with this cheesy little grin on his face. The sort of things he does? He will say, 'Spiderman wears a dress' over and over again until someone screams. Or he will sneak up behind one of the other kids and pretend he is going to bite them. That one is always good for a scream. 

He is developing a wild and creative imagination. The more words he learns the more I see how rich his imagination is. 

He is silly and loves to make others laugh. Here he is making a silly face and asking me to take a picture. On the table are the Easter cookies we decorated. In his cae, before I could even get the frosting out, he broke his cookies into pieces, so he has decorated cookie parts. 

And just so you can see he is a totally normal 3 year old, here is what we get treated to when he gets mad or doesn't get what he wants. It's hard not to laugh! He has at least stopped the spitting and biting, now he just gets mad, then stomps off to his bedroom looking like this, until he cools down.