Lana.  Disorganized. Passionate. Mercurial. Observant. Stubborn. Stubborn. Stubborn. This child will change the world if she can resist the urge to combat it.  Lana confuses me because I never see her coming. I never see what she sees. And she's always watching and chronicling the world before her. And she absorbs it.  The good. And the bad. And then she expels it. I think that's the way that she copes.  She just has to push it back out there what she sees. So when she sees kindness and selflessness it's amazing to watch this three year old model it. But when there is cruelty or indifference she's the first to show how awful that can be when she acts it back out for you.  She tests everything. She listens but doesn't come easy to obedience. Obedience is different she takes everything in and then she analytically evaluates how best to proceed.  She's my negotiator. My spin doctor. And it's because of her that I learn every day (minute, second) that LOVE IS PATIENT, and must be. She tests me on that. She's my goose, my honey bear and a priceless gift because she was the one that introduced me to my greatest role--mother. For that I will always be thankful to her even if I can't always be in the same room as her!

OH, dear, Mister Theo.  Wasn't expecting this little guy to be soooooo... SNEAKY.  He looks sweet, eh?  It is a clever disguise I assure you because this little fellow is generally uptonogood. That's what his middle name SHOULD have been, little did I know.  Or perhaps if he was native american his name would be that -uptonogood-. Now. Let me be clear he is NOT intentionally a bad guy it's just that he has this strange magnetic attraction to naughtiness and I don't think he even THINKS of it as being NAUGHTY so much as that he's just CURIOUS about something.  Like the toilet. Curious, little contraption that thing. The effect of water as it is poured on various objects... FASCINATING. Toothpaste, now THIS is something to explore and experiment with!   I believe perhaps you begin to see my problem. Now Theo bless his heart is also a cuddler, a lover not a fighter, although you might be confused to thinking of him as a fighter because he is also. very. very. sensitive.  If he feels you are slighting him in ANY way.  He's. crushed. NO. he doesn't want anything to do with you. get. away. do. not. look. at. me. do. not. touch. me. do. not. EVEN. say. my. name. WE have had a falling out and if you want me back, you must beg. O, the Drama. While it begins with Lana. Drama is creatively amplified by this guy.

Zeke. Is a mystery to me still. I have yet to get him home but when I do I will fill this in further. He's the older of the twins. By how much, oh that along with about a million other things I wish I knew but never will. But he is older. His poor mama died 2 days after giving birth to him and his brother. He seems from the photos I have of him to be the more reserved of the twins (during picture taking anyhow). He's not the one who I get the picture of a smiling baby.  Which honestly worries me a little bit. They say with attachment issues you see that affect, sort of the porcelain baby doll alert stare thing.  Anyways, in another picture he was smiling so who knows?  I might have him pegged all wrong. I still have to meet him and get to know him.  We DID meet a while ago but he won't remember and it was only for minutes. On February 28th I met him and his brother for the first time - at the orphanage.  They were two of 8 babies in cribs.  Strange thing about orphanages is that babies just lay there and look at you.  Not one cries, they just look at you and sometimes, rarely they reach out for you to touch them, and maybe pick them up.  But they don't cry. And it's not like they are clean.  Some of the babies were all wet or had soiled themselves. And there they will stay in their pee and poo until the next changing. But it doesn't upset them because, that's just reality.  More to come on Zeke, when I know more.

Amani, seems like a peaceful spirit perhaps that's how he got his name, which means Peace in Swahili.  In pictures he's usually watching with those big eyes of his.  He is smiling more frequently in photos. But then he's also the one that is in pictures *being held*.  Again he's a mystery I don't know what he'll be like and I figure I'll give the boys a few months if not half a year or more to reveal that to me. Because when I get them, while it will be this wonderful moment for me; it will be a very hard day for them, possibly one of their worst,  because yet again, they are going to lose everything familiar.