6 Months Home

It just occured to me that today is the 6 month anniversary of Alina's adoption day. June 11th is the first day we met, but it wasn't "official" until the 12th. Looking at her picture from that day reminds me of what a different kid she is now. Doesn't that despondent sort of look in her eyes break your heart? She didn't want to play, didn't want to eat, and didn't want us to put her down for an entire week. We didn't even know that she could really walk until a week after we got her! And look at her now...sporting 5 extra pounds and feet that are a whole size bigger (maybe the bigger size is just to accomodate the "chub", I'm not sure), holding her own in fights with her sister, learning new words and signs everyday (just yesterday I caught her looking in the mirror pointing to herself and saying "Ni Ni"), and totally eating up the love and attention from mom, dad, and a whole host of aunts, uncles, and grandparents. Oh, and throwing tantrums when she doesn't get her way. Yep, sounds like a typical almost-two-year-old to me!