Saturday, September 22, 2018

Willy

Willy - 2 and a half years old

Just thought I'd write an update on Willy.  Many of you joined us in praying for him a couple of weeks ago when he had his hearing test done that he needed anesthesia for.  Thank you so much for your prayers.  The test went very well. He wasn't even too grumpy that he didn't get his breakfast.  The test concluded that he has moderate hearing loss in one ear and normal hearing in the other.  The ENT does not think that his speaking delays have anything to do with this amount of hearing loss. 


We just passed the 9 month mark of having Willy with us.  Seems like he has been with us forever and none of us can imagine what life was like before him!  He has grown both in height and weight.  He came to us wearing size 12 month and is now outgrowing all his 18 month clothes.  He is crawling everywhere and getting into everything! He has a few words that he says: mama, all done,  up, bye bye, dada. Of course, like any 2 year old, he only says things when he wants to!  He also says something for Mickey Mouse, Noah, Molly and Elmo. He likes imitating animal sounds: meow, quack, moo. He signs the words for: eat, more, shoes, all done, please, thank you, drink.



He's practicing walking in his therapy; still has trouble with balance.

His favorite toys are his cars that he pushes all over and makes car noises.

 His favorite food is pizza!



He loves giving and getting fist bumps!
He loves climbing!


And he makes lots of new friends in the orphanages that we visit!

Friday, September 7, 2018

A Hope and a Future


There is something worshipful about feeding a baby.  I can remember sitting with each of my children that I nursed, thanking God for the privilege to be their mama. When Willy first came to us, I was the only one to give him his bottle because I wanted that special bond with him, that precious time when his needs were being met and he would lay contently in my arms and look into my eyes.
The other day I had the honor of giving Baby A his bottle.  Although his cleft lip makes it difficult for him, he slowly sucks down his bottle and relaxes in my arms.  I pray to God as I look into his little eyes and I’m assured that God will always take care of him. We don’t know his future but God does. God even knows how many hairs are on his head. He has plans for this baby and a promise to give him a hope and a future!