Today was a good day. I had been dreading the 3 hour appointment. But Gizatu was a champ. He sat through the talking and prodding with no problem. He had 4 vials of blood drawn and at one point smiled while he watched. He had at least 15 malaria smears and watched as the blood dripped onto the glass plates. No crying, no screaming. I was amazed. And according to the therapist, attachment is looking good. He looks at my eyes and touches me. He wants to be with me and doesn't run to the first stranger he sees. She says his birth mother gave me a great gift. She truly loved and nurtured him. And I am thankful beyond words for that.
So I know that you guys are wanting more pictures, and I promise I'm working on this. I can't find the cord that connects the camera to the computer. I will probably just go buy a new one, lets be honest it'll be easier and much faster. But as soon as I do, there will be more pictures to come. But hopefully this one from my friend, Daphne will tide you over for a minute or two. The boy thinks his mommy is a jungle gym!