The (very) good, the scary, and the funny...

First of all, posts without pictures are lame. Seriously. Also, not having batteries for your camera for weeks at a time is even more lame. I'm falling into both of those categories right now.

First, the (very) good. And, also, the scary.
One of the birthmoms with whom we've been working has "picked" us--so to speak. We've made plans to meet her (she lives back east) at the beginning of January and we've had an amazing time getting to know her and reveling in how the Lord works in incredible ways. "J", as we'll call her, is funny, bright, articulate, strong, caring, and incredible all around. We are beyond impressed with her and with the incredible decision she's made (well, is making really). To respect J's privacy, we won't be sharing any personal information about her or her particular situation on our blog. Just trust us when we say that she is an incredible woman! :) Oh, and she's due near the first of March and she's having a girl. :)

That leads us to the scary. :( J recently had her ultrasound which revealed some potentially serious problems with the baby. To say that we are all incredibly scared, terrified, and nervous would be a GIANT understatement. She is having an amniocentesis tomorrow (won't expect the results for a few days) to check for any possible chromosomal abnormalities. The particulars of the concerning findings could point to anything from "nothing at all" to "not compatible with life". :( It's been such an emotional rush and then crush to have our profile put on "hold" and then, 20 hours later, to find this out. We are praying fervently and doing our best to trust in the Lord.

Now for the funny...
The other day, Isabel was telling me a story and, as usual, was being quite animated in her hand gestures and descriptions. Milo was watching her with the funniest look on her face. After several minutes of watching her gesture and listening to her go on and on, he piped up with, "Issy, how come sometimes it's like you're talking with your mouth AND you're doing sign language with your hands?!" She gave him the four-year-old equivalent of a withering look and said, "UGH! Milo, I don't even KNOW sign language!" and proceeded with her story (hand gestures and all).

Last night, we were all kneeling together in the kids' room for family prayer. As usual, we went around and asked each person what they would like to pray for or be thankful for in our family prayer. When I got to Isabel, she stalled repeatedly and kept saying, "Um, I want...um...I want...I want...". Milo motioned for her to lean across to him, whispered in her ear, and then they both started laughing hysterically at what he'd said. Isabel then repeated him, "I want to...MOVE IT! MOVE IT! I want to MOVE IT! MOVE IT!" (the song from Madagascar). Their amusement at their little joke was so hilarious. They continued to belly laugh (while maintaining eye contact) and alternately shout out "MOVE IT! MOVE IT" for a good 3 minutes. I love that they are starting to share jokes. :)

And, the non-news.
We still don't have the reading from the EEG. I'm assuming that no news is good news. Milo has been back to his old self since the day after Halloween. I guess we're just hoping that was a one time incident and that it will NEVER EVER (did I say EVER?) happen again.