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For those of you who's missed out on Facebook . . .

Watch Mikaela

• play with a door stopper
• look at textbooks
• learn to chat
• at school
• learn to walk
  

Also, be sure to check out my Youtube Channel added to the sidebar of this blog!

~ Mrs. Arcfide

Dear Friends,

First things first.

Two of my upper teeth are in! I gnaw at everything in sight, including my mummy's toes.


I am learning to walk. Mummy and Daddy walk me up and down every day, so that by the time bedtime comes around, I am too exhausted to complain. They smile whenever they see me leaning forward, to embrace my bed.

There's so much to see and do in the day. I spend most of my time in our apartment, playing with "toys". I don't like my own toys, that is . . . I prefer the toys my parents use all the time. The clickkity-clack of daddy's typing sends me crawling like a torpedo to his keyboard. Too bad the best toys are always forbidden, though. Daddy will sternly say "Mikaela, ~ no, no", and swat my hand away. Sometimes, that hurts my feelings and make me cry. I feel even more sorry for myself if I fall down right then and bump my head.

But that doesn't deter me! No, daddy's always said "What are a few bumps in life". I get up and try again. Daddy smiles at mummy over the top of my head and say that I'm a persistent little girl, whatever that means.


Anyway, I'd better go. All this typing is killing my brain cells.







Lots of love and slobber,
~ Mikaela

Thoughts about Adoption

Whenever Aaron and I talk about having more children someday, the option of adoption would invariably come up. And why not? Almost a dozen of our cousins in his family were adopted, and it is not as shocking a proposition as it might seem.

For someone with my background, it is a huge thing to change my mind about. After all, my parents don't "believe" that adoption is Biblical. I remember asking my dad about it, and being less than satisfied with his response. I am not about to go into that over here, but since I never sought another view on the matter, I adopted (haha) Aaron's opinion about adoption when I married him. Basically, Aaron told me that if adoption were not Biblical, Jesus wouldn't have had Joseph as his earthly father, would he? And since adoption, by definition, makes a child your very own . . . that pretty much refuted the reasons I bought into as a kid.

Compassion. Love. Generosity. Rescue. Trust.

These emotions, and so many more come to mind when I ponder the idea of bringing home an orphaned, or abandoned child. I experienced them all again tonight, as I saw a video and read about the rescue efforts of Drawn from Water, a ministry in Africa that rescues children who were deemed cursed and sentenced to death by their very own families and tribes.

Having a nine-month old baby myself, I cannot fathom how people could determine that a baby is cursed/dirty/unclean simply because his top teeth came in before his bottom teeth. The faces of kids who were abandoned by their families made the tragedy of such superstition more real, and me just want to reach out to help.

And some day, in our future, I believe we will be able to.

Because we want to.

~ Mrs. Arcfide

Two Years

Two years ago, I married My Man.

Lots of love, laughter, joy . . . and no regrets. :)
Happy Anniversary, m'dear!


~ Mrs. Arcfide

We have the coolest kid.

Yup, for an 8 month old, she's pretty adorable.

Pardon me . . . I do believe I can be biased. :-)

~ Mrs. Arcfide