Hi! We're Cathy and Dave. Thanks for taking the time to get to know us better and follow our exciting adventures with Justin as we get ready to Bring Shani Home. We hope that we have made you more aware of adoption. According to what we learned on our trip to Kiev to bring Justin home of the total number of orphans worldwide, the largest number of them - close to 150,000 - are in Ukraine.
Have we told you how funny Justin is? The boy is like an onion, really. Stinky until he takes a shower. Ba-dump-bump!
No, he has a lot of layers. He is bold when it comes to karate, sports and video games; but, he doesn't like to sleep alone in his own room yet. Whenever he gets the opportunity to sleep with Mom he jumps at it. He got up one morning and told me, "Popi! I'm not sleeping with Mommy any more! She SNORES!" And then he threw his head back, snorting loudly, so I would get the idea of just how Mommy was keeping him awake the night before with her snoring. He went on to lament in great detail how Mommy kept him up with her snoring. How he couldn't sleep and how tired he was...
We have a lot of fun on the tram-p'line together. My whole purpose in playing with him on the tram-p'line is to bounce him higher. I usually start bouncing, then jumping, in the center, like the Death Star, with Justin bouncing around me near the edge like an X-wing fighter, or the Millennium Falcon - "That's no moon." He ends up flipping and flopping around like a fish. He jumps right back up, with, "I'm okay!"
We're playing a fun tram-p'line game called, Touch The Bill of Popi's Hat. It's bounce, bounce, reach for Popi's cap bill, bounce, spin-twirl-reach again, bounce reach again. What it actually is, is bounce, bounce, smack Popi in the face, bounce, slap Popi in the face, bounce, flip, somersault, flop into the side netting, slide down, sit up quickly and proclaim - "That was AWESOME!"
He threw a kick at me today while we were tram-p'lining. I grabbed his ankle. He yelped. "Stop!" He cried, "Let go! You'll make me fart!"
Ah, sweet flatulence...
We do have Tram-p'line Confessions.
We talk about his responsibility as older brother to Ethan (nee Shani). We talk about God. Jesus. The Bad Guy. He Who Shall Not Be Named. Angels. Demons. Ghosts. Nightmares. Flatulence. Dreaming about farting.
Sometimes, he manages to show off six back flips and one somersault.
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