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Please don’t e-mail me to tell me I’ve already posted this picture.  I’m nothing if not a narcissist, and I like the photo.  More fundamentally, however, I know you are interested in Anna’s life.  Here’s the poop:  Anna is 95% lovable, adorable, little Chinese girl and 5% heinous devil child.  The scales tip so far toward the lovable part, we can accommodate the devil-part.   Of course, if she were our biological child, we’d say oh me oh my where did that 5% come from it’s certainly not from my side it must be from your side you know your mother acts like this from time-to-tim so I’m sure it’s all her fault and y ou deal with her because i’m tired now going to bed see you in the morning goodbye.  Naturally, this tendency is only exacerbated with an adopted child.  When she’s nasty, there’s this knee-jerk reaction well i don’t know where she gets this it must be from her Chinese heritage because surely she wouldn’t act this way if she was made out of our DNA we’re far above this kind of behavior we’re so dignified and well-bred. . .

But nearly a year after returning from Guangzhou with Anna, we’re completely happy.  In fact,  from time-to-time I miss the little life we had in China for the time we were there. I miss the handful of Chinese people I’d talk to every day and I even miss the food and the heat.  Seeing the aftermath of the earthquake is heart-wrenching, because looking into the faces of the victims on television is like looking into my daughter’s face. 

Anna is speaking only English now, but still has trouble with her r’s and her l’s.  A neighbor asked me if the difficulty of Chinese people to say r’s and l’s is genetic.   I don’t think it’s any more “genetic” than Germans being highly organized or Italians being impetuous.  It’s just a matter of the environment. 

Anna is also very bright.  Our biological dauther is musical, dramatic, and confident.  Anna is studious, observant, and a little sneaky.  We think she’ll be a CIA Operative or maybe an astronaut. 

Ultimately, we’d like to keep both daughters off the pole and see them graduate from college.  If we can do this and see them happy, then we’ve done our share. 

Today I went to Savon Drugs to buy some paper towels and guess what I found!  An Art Garfunkle bobble head!  I don’t know about you, but I just LOVE  Simon and Garfunkle.  My favorite song is The Boxer.  Sometimes when the Son of God is acting up because he hasn’t had his nap or he’s teething, I just put that song on and it calms him down real fast.  In fact, I may even put the bobble head in the Messiah’s room, right next to the Go Diego Go! nightlight so he can see it when he’s falling asleep. 

He’s so cute when he’s falling asleep in his swaddling clothes, all cozy and tight in his manger.  I know I should buy him a big boy bed, but it’s hard seeing him grow up so fast!  Hopefully sometime before he’s tempted by Satan I’ll get around to it!

It has been so darn busy around here.  The three Wise Men stopped by for another visit (this was their third since the little guy was born).  I’m not sure how to tell them, but the Blessed Savior does NOT like the Myrrh ONE BIT!  It’s awfully stinky, and we don’t know what we’re supposed to do with it!  The black dude just keeps bringing MORE and MORE of it each time he stops by.  Maybe I’ll save it for when Joseph kicks the bucket and we’ll embalm him in it.

I’m trying to lose the last five pounds of baby weight so I signed up for a new class at my gym.  The class is Hip Hop Abs, and it’s forty five minutes of cardio, fifteen of ab work, and a ten minute cool down.  Sometimes I’m so tired I don’t feel like going, but I’m always glad I did once I’m there.   My goal is to fit into the bikini I wore the summer before I was visited by the Angel Gabriel.   Wish me luck!!!

His Lord and Savior just woke up from his nap, so I gotta go!  It’s so funny, sometimes if I don’t get to his manger as soon as he’s awake, he just floods it then walks right on top of the water and hops out!