Yogurt...

...all over Jost's arms, hair, eyes, cheeks, lips, teeth, eyelashes, hands, fingers, pajamas, and our dogs.

A glimpse into Jost's past life

Yesterday my dear friend Trisha emailed me a couple pictures that were taken of her daughter, Meron, when she was at the Kunkeet Orphanage in Addis Ababa. She thought the baby to the left of her daughter was Jost and she was right. I was so thrilled to get these pictures since we only have 3 pictures of Jost from before we adopted him. At the same time I was/am so sad. I feel like we missed out on his chubby, cute baby phase. I wish I could have held him and loved him and made him happy. This is compounded by the fact that the old orphanage he was at, Kunkeet, is being closed because of unethical practices and because a baby died there due to their negligence (this happened while we were in Addis, in fact). We have a fundraising video from our agency and I didn't realize it, but Jost is all over the video. I thought he was initially only in a 3 second clip, but he is featured many times (for those of you who have seen the video, he's the adorable baby in the white outfit). I am pleased to have more of Jost's past to be able to share with him. In fact I showed him these pictures and he pointed to himself in the picture and then pointed to his chest, as if he was saying, "That's me, Mama!". He also pointed to Meron which makes me think maybe they were pals. It's all adorable and endearing and heartbreaking.

I wonder if Jost will be on "America's Best Dance Crew" or something...check it out!

a little dancing on sunday night after dinner

I did not prompt him to do this. Seriously!