Explain FAS To Me, Christine

Sveta is my amazing daughter. I love her so much. There is no one quite like her..... and my life is better because she is in it. Two years ago we got the official diagnosis that she has Fetal Alcohol Syndrome--- the orphanage director called it static encephalopathy. What can that possibly look like, I am sure you guys are wondering. Well, it looks different for every child because the syndrome is a spectrum of many things and each child can be affected differently. For our daughter it means asking her RSP teacher if she could have her old boots. For our daughter it means her genuinely worrying about how we would wrap up a pet hamster for her birthday. For our daughter it means her IQ being around 60. For our daughter it means her not always realizing when people are laughing at her and not with her. For our daughter it means probably never being able to tell time with a face clock. For our daughter it means hating movies and tv in general because she can not understand the plot.

Here is a wonderful piece written on Fetal Alcohol Syndrome.

The Visible Kid
with the
Invisible Disability
© 2003 Teresa Kellerman
Hey, look at me! Do you think I'm cute? On the outside, I look just like any other kid - friendly, playful, and full of energy. But there's something about me on the inside that you can't see - how my brain was messed up before birth by alcohol. You can't see the tangled connections and all the little empty spaces in my brain. Unless you can see inside my head, you can't see that I have - what's it called? Static En-ceph-al-o-pathy.
But what you can see is how silly I act when I am out in public. You can see how immature I am, especially when you compare me with other kids my age. And you always notice when I get out of control and "lose it" when things get to be too much for me to handle.
Can you see how embarrassed I get when I can't control my behavior? And how frustrated I get when I forget the rules - again? And my anger when I get blamed for trouble over and over? You probably can, because you can see my feelings plastered all over my face.
You say I'm a problem. But I'm not a problem. I have a problem. I have Static Encephalopathy. The doctor told me what that means - my brain damage won't get any worse, but it won't get any better either. It's forever.
You can always hear me, because I talk a lot, to anyone who will listen. When you ask me a question, an answer just pops out, whether it's true or not. I'm good at telling you what you want to hear. I can fool people into thinking I really understand what they are telling me. I don't want anyone to think I'm stupid.
I also act like I can take care of myself. But it's hard for me to figure out time and money. I can't even make change for a dollar. I can't remember what I got in trouble for yesterday. You probably think I should learn from my mistakes. But I can't. It's not that I don't know the rules - I do. It's not that I don't understand consequences - I do. I just can't make myself do what I know I should do. I don't know why - I just can't.
Maybe you notice that I don't have a lot of common sense. I'm the one who goes along with the wrong crowd, who gets sucked into doing some really stupid things. And I'm the one who usually gets caught.
My teacher always tells me, "You should know better than that!" And I do know better. I just can't be better. The doctor says it has to do with "lack of impulse control and poor judgment" are from damage to my brain before I was born.
My Dad says, "Just grow up." He says I act half my age. The researchers say "arrested social development" is common in kids like me who are alcohol affected. That means the only thing that will grow up will be my body.
Everybody can see that I'm friendly and affectionate. But nobody can see how lonely I am. I have lots of "friends" but they never come over or call me. I don't have a best friend. But I pretend like I do. I wish I had a dog.
I'm not afraid of anything or anybody. I'm not afraid of strangers, or of heights, or of unsafe sex. I'm not afraid of the dangers of the real world.

Should I be? Maybe I forget. Even when people tell me things over and over, I still forget. The psychologist says I have a problem processing information, that I have memory deficits and attention deficit disorder and hyperactivity. Yep, that's me all right!
You probably think my mom is over-protective. But she knows how easy it is for others to take advantage of me. Sometimes I think my mom is too strict, because she doesn't let me go to the park by myself or spend the night at my cousin's. I guess she knows that I can't behave properly unless she's right by my side, and she doesn't want me to get into big trouble. Like last year when I got too "friendly" with the little girl next door. I didn't know that was "inappropriate." (I hate that word.) Mom said I could get arrested for doing something like that, which really scared me. But my conscience doesn't seem to work right. I don't want to make people mad. I don't want to be "inappropriate." I don't want to be bad.
I just want to be accepted, and understood. Not blamed and shamed. I want to be appreciated for the good things. Do you notice those?
I want you to care, even when I act like I don't. I want to be respected. And I need you to be a good role model for me so I can learn to be respectful too.
And most of all I don't want you to say bad things about my birth mom because she drank when she was pregnant. Maybe she couldn't stop drinking. Maybe her doctor told her it was okay to drink when she was pregnant. Maybe she just did what everybody else was doing. I'm not making excuses for her behavior, or for mine. Maybe she didn't think about what she was doing. Maybe she had Static Encephalopathy too, just like me. But nobody could see.

I Just Love My Family

Believe it or not, it has been cold here in California. It is a treat when the sun shines through the gray that covers the state. Here are our two lil' doggies, Misty and Dolly basking in the sun. If I haven't mentioned it before, Misty the black and white one probably has a pig for a mom because everytime we hold her she snorts and makes little piggy sounds. It is so darn cute that I can hardly stand it. Literally, I can hardly contain my joy when I let her in to cuddle with me on the couch----- that is until she has an accident on my tile floor because she can't contain her own excitement. Anyone know what might help her to stop that?

Sveta is such sweetheart. Funny how she tells me all the time that she doesn't want kids when she grows up because they are messy, noisy, and have too many stinky diapers, yet she is always showing love to Dennis. She has watched me for so long, following me when I go to give him a bath, following me when I go to make him some food, following me when I go upstairs to put him down for bed. And now Sveta often just up and helps me with Dennis like it is second nature to her. It really is a beautiful thing to see. And I know that no matter how much she says she dislikes babies, I do know of one that she is very fond of.

We are spoiled. Just look at these extravagant berries (from the 99 cent store) drizzled with sweet milk that we have been topping our waffles with in the morning. I was humbled when a fellow blogger made the comment that she would not be making my borscht because the ingredients were too expensive. Let me clarify, please. At times, I will spend a little more money when I am making something like borscht, but it is offset with the days when all I serve for dinner is Top Ramen. I normally shop at warehouse type stores where I buy off brands and in bulk. I have started going to the 99 cent store for a lot of my produce because it is one third the price then at a regular store. Fruits and veggies are very expensive compared to junk food, but I think they are a necessity. Besides, my kids love them. If you really want to make the borscht but want to spend less money, you can cut out any veggie you want except the cabbage and potato and add less of all the other veggies. You can compensate for the less veggies by chopping them finer.

The other night Dennis got a stool and pushed it up to the kitchen island so that he could sneak the last two blueberry muffins off the counter. Here he is caught in the act!

You should have been here the other day when we melted a big Hershey kiss and dipped marshmallows and graham crackers in it. It was like a feeding frenzy, me included. My Mom bought each of the kids one of those big Hershey kisses for Valentine's Day and actually gave it to them a week ago thinking they would save it till then. Hah, hah, hah, Mom---- good one. The kisses are all gone now and other then for this picture and the few pounds I have put on, there is no evidence that you go the kids anything for Valentine's Day!

p.s. Thank you. We all enjoyed them so much!!!!!

Digest 12

mmc said...
Is there anything more that we can do to find Alexsey a home? He was one of my "favorites" and I keep thinking about him. I cannot in good conscience stand by and let him get put in another orphanage/institution. I'm 20 so I'm not old enough to adopt him myself. I will keep praying and hopefully be able to donate too! Thank you for raising awareness about him and all the other fabulous RR kids. I just can't get his face out of my head... I wish I could go there and take care of him. -Molly

Pray, spread the word, and donate. Sounds like you're doing everything you can. I am sure God has a family for him.

Jennifer said...
Delurking to ask if you have a Sam's Club in your area? They have your playset for $1300 and free shipping!BTW I just love following your family and will continue praying for Dennis, as his next surgery approaches.

If only I had known this sooner. :) I should consult with fellow blog readers before a big purchase to make sure I've left no stone unturned. Lesson learned.

Carey and Norman said...
I also wanted you to know that Dennis and your entire family are in my thoughts and prayers as you prepare for his next surgery. Dennis is such a joy and I always love hearing how special he is to all his brothers and sisters!!Also, I have a friend Sarah who has recently adopted a 6 year old boy from Russia (Vlad). He was abused in the orphanage and is having trouble now home. I thought you might be able to offer her some advice or help concerning families who've had similar experiences or I thought you might know of a therapist she could consult. I truly didn't know who else to ask but you.

Boy, coming from an abusive home is hard. While you can technically say that all of my girls have suffered physical abuse, I think there is a difference in how a child heals and deals with it depending on the circumstances of the abuse. Being hit with a belt by a drunk, desperate, out of control parent is different than being intentionally physically abused by a parent who is sober, pre-meditating, and psychologically manipulative. I have children with both backgrounds.....

I think that it is important to understand that these children have lost trust and that it is going to take alot of love, effort, praying, and time for both the child and the parent. We as parents have to be just as willing to be patient, understanding, yet persistent at encouraging our children to see and feel the difference between who we are and what their previous caretakers were. We have to allow them go through the motions, and teach them through each and every step of healing. Now that doesn't mean tolerating and being accepting of their acting out, because all children need firm, loving boundaries, but it does mean preparing yourself for the long haul....... which may be well into adulthood.

As far as seeing a therapist........ I personally don't believe that they can offer anything that my loving Heavenly Father doesn't already provide. Through Him, I am my children's therapist. Obviously with that philosophy, I am not able to offer much help with your question.

Tanya Hermansen said...
Hi Christine, I am so excited about your playground. GOOD for you for being determined to get a good deal. I am sure your kids are so EXCITED.....Hey we always follow Dennis surgeries. Would you mind if we wanted to send a little care package before his next surgery??? Nothing too extreme just something to play with and let him know that many are praying for him and his healthy recovery.

I am continually amazed how loving and giving so many of you are. You cannot even begin to imagine the ministry you are providing, not to mention the example you are setting. No, I would not mind, and I am pretty sure I could speak for Dennis by saying that he would not mind either.
Rachel said...
I can not believe how big Dennis is getting when I check out how little he looked when you 1st brought him home. I will keep him in my prayers.

Yes, he is getting to be a tank! We had another post-operative check-up yesterday and Dennis weighed almost 27 pounds! He has went from a size 9 months to a 2T in just six months.

JJ said...
Christine, I used your food bag for the homeless/needy as part of the devotional Daniel and I shared with our church's homeschool group yesterday. I wrote John 3:17 in large print to show through on the back side.

That is awesome! Thank you for sharing that with me. I am sure that many people were blessed through your devotional.

Anonymous said...
I am cheap and I come from cheap stock. My mom catches the cold shower water into a bucket to be used for other things like cleaning, watering plants, etc.

I chuckled when I read this and thought to myself, Wow--- now that is a woman after my own heart. Sadly, I weigh the work involved in doing such a thing and with my size family, I just don't think I see myself doing it. On the flip side, with my size family, there is hardly anytime for the water to get cold in between showers. Boom, boom, boom, and five girls will shower, one right after the other.

Amy said...
LOL! I cringe when my husband washes his hands at the sink and then rips off about six or seven paper towels to dry his hands.

I would too! Kind of like when I find a Pepsi can that my husband threw in the regular trash instead of the recyclable. Doesn't he know that a can is worth like three cents?

The McCollum Adoption said...
how can I buy bibs!!!!!!!!!!!!!i would need girlie colors if possible. let me know kimberley

Yes, you can buy bibs! Julia would love it if you ordered a few! Please email me at the reed8@yahoo.com. Anyone else who wants to buy them too-- feel free!

Kelli said...
That's alot. Good for him. Do you ever write to the orphanage to let them know how well he is doing ?

Yes, I email letters and pictures to our facilitator in Ukraine who then shares them with the orphanage director.

AdoptaMama said...
Love this post! My favorite is "He grumbles and complains in baby talk while holding out his hand when one of his siblings wrongs him in his opinion" I've only seen Dennis in videos you've posted, but I can totally see him doing this. The youngest and teeny-tiniest in the family, yet probably the most powerful (at least in his eyes!). ;)

Yes, it is adorable, but I can see that he is frustrated by not being able to verbalize what he wants. I bought a baby sign-language book that I am trying to teach him and the kids who are interested in learning. I wish I could say that it was going better---- but in all honesty, it is hard work. I didn't realize how much I took talking for granted.

Daniela said...
Christine, as you probably know I follow your blog pretty often. The love in your family is palpable. I can't get enough of little Dennis who melts my heart every time I see him. He is a lucky little guy to have such wonderful siblings who love him alot. i really do just want to squeeze him. I have one question for you. How, in your efforts to help other families who are having a hard time with disruption..etc, stay objective? I don't think I am that strong at all. I am in complete awe of you and your efforts to help families in crisis while raising your own family. God bless you, John and your whole family Christine. You have my complete admiration.

Thank you for your kind, encouraging words. Honestly, like all families, we are not always lovey-dovey....... but we try. On the disruption topic, it is very hard to stay objective, but I do it because sometimes it is in the best interest of the child and sometimes it is in the best interest of the parents. It always breaks my heart, and just when I think two weeks have passed without an email and I get all optimistic, I get three in one day. It is hard, but I will tell you that it has made our family stronger because my girls see that they are a permanent part of our family.

cara said...
Can you please share more about meals-what you serve, tips for cooking for a big family, ideas for meals? Can you also share more about dealing with bonding issues? Cara

This can be a post all in itself. I will hit on these ideas in future posts, but meanwhile you can go through old posts that are tagged food. I'm sure they will give you some ideas.

You can also go back and read posts that are tagged bonding. If you would like me to elaborate, I would need to know the specific issue or at least what age and gender the child is.

Tereasa said...
Priceless! So, did you give him another one?

I can't remember if I gave him another Oreo!

The Flying Eagle said...
Dear Dennis,Hi! I had my palate surgery today. And I want to thank you (and mommy) for going first and telling me everything I needed to know. It really made it so much easier. This first night is pretty tough but I know it will get better because mommy and I read your blog first and had lots of talks. I can't wait to have an oreo!!!!!Love, Garrett (dmag4.blogspot.com)PS - My mommy wants to thank your mommy too :-)

This is why I blog. Glad I was of some help. I hope Garret is feeling better.

Tina in CT said...
You don't mind their jumping from the stairs? I'd be worrying about bad falls and broken bones.

Of course I mind, but I've got to pick my battles. I am pretty sure that it is impossible to keep kids from jumping around, and as long as it is not on my couch or off the roof of our house, I am not going to worry myself sick. They know their limits, and if they don't, it will only take one broken bone for them to find out, right? Not that I want that of course. :)

Laurie said...
I could never understand a closed mind...you just lost a reader here...really.

Ask God how he feels about murder. Is His mind closed?

Anonymous said...
wow, I am so shocked at you people! First of all, there is no god. second of all there is no god. ok? got it?

Yea, I get it. Your point of view is, "Life's a bitch and then you die." I'm sorry you feel that way. Let me know if you ever would like help.

Matt + Jenn said...
Wow! That got put together fast. Good job. I'm sure the kids will all love it. Even when it was half built they were going nuts.Cousin....Uncle, whichever (uncle would be nicer since it establishes a chain of authority and respect), isn't too terribly important. What matters is that Jen and I absolutely adore the entire family as though they were our own. Wanting to be able to see them on a much more regular basis is a large part of the reason we want to move up there. As it is now, the visits are far too few and short. I always cherish my visits and getting to watch them grow. Yeah, I always leave tired from being chased, beat up, and climbed on, but I would not have it any other way. Jen and I are working hard to get our plans in order. But we can use all the encouragement and prayers we can get. I know this blog is all about the kids, but a little encouragement would go a long way at boosting our spirits. Love you all!Matt + Jen♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥(that's 13 hearts. One for each of you)

I am kind of bragging about my family here by posting this comment. This is from my wonderful cousin and his wife....... and they are trying to move up to where we live! What a blessing it will be to have them nearby. Please continue to lift them up in prayer that God will open up doors for them.

Rachel E. said...
What a neat post! Are you going to do this for all of your children?

I hope so!

mary said...
Why can't he go to parties? It seems as if you might not want him to branch out from the family.

That's not it at all. I want my kids to go out and have fun, and I do let them go to same-sex parties--- I just have not let them go to opposite-sex parties yet. Every parent is different, and some feel different ways about things, and for me, I didn't want to encourage or put them in any sort of tempting situation until we have really talked about it, and they are at an age that I feel is appropriate for my child. As a parent, I am not ready to throw my pre-teenage child a mixed-gender birthday party, and so I wonder a little about parents that will. Why rush what will eventually happen in high school? I know that sounds bad, but if one of my biggest faults is not encouraging my child to go to a same-sex party, I can handle that. Will it be chaperoned? What activities are planned? How long is it, and what time of day is the party? These are all questions that run through my head, and though I trust that my child will make good choices, I cannot say what kind of influence and environment other kids might be.

It is just hard to say that I am comfortable without really getting to know the kids my child hangs out with. It just so happens that all of this inviting is from "new" kids in a "new" town that I have not gotten the opportunity to get to know. But through church and school, this is slowly happening.

We've talked, and my kids know that thirteen is the age that I would happily consider allowing them do this, and who knows........... I may just let them do it sooner. It is not set in stone--- I have been known to be flexible.......... but since Caleb has not "begged" to go to one yet and could take it or leave it, I am not going to push him to go and I may even just flat out and honestly say, "Thanks for not making it an issue. I am sorry if your Mom is an overprotective, old fashioned worry wart, but I appreciate you not pushing to go just yet. I promise it will happen at the right time."

My Two Oldest Sons

Adam and Caleb are my two oldest sons. They are just shy of being sixteen months apart. They are very close as a result and yet, they are worlds apart.

Adam is one amazing son. He is musically talented, the number one ranking student in his school, and is exploring his cooking abilities. He is a Guitar Hero master----- scratch that, he is a video game master...... he always has been. He now towers over me....... yet I have nothing to fear because he is very honoring and respectful. I appreciate his willingness to help out around the house, and I am proud of the wonderful path that he is taking. I love to see what an awesome big brother he is, and I have no doubt that he will make a fantastic father one day. With all that said, he is a homebody---- which I don't mind. He is happy being at home. And that's a good thing because home is where the heart is.

Caleb is pretty darn terrific. He is a natural athlete------ at anything he tries. He especially loves skateboarding, basketball, and baseball, but he is willing to try anything once. He is very outgoing and quite a charmer. It is hard to stay mad at Caleb because he knows how to lay it on thick when he knows he is wrong. He enjoys expressing himself through the clothes that he wears--- and unlike any of siblings, he doesn't care what anyone thinks of him. He is always coming home with invites to girls' birthday parties--- I have yet to let him attend one. Unlike Adam, he loves to be out and about like a social butterfly...... and I have had teach him to learn when enough is enough and today is down day. As he is getting older he is showing signs that he understands this concept, and is learning to just chill. I was very proud of him when I picked him and Adam up from camp this afternoon. Without prompting he handed me back more than half of the spending money I had given him for camp telling me that he hadn't spent it all. Because of his honesty and this extra money, I promised that one day this week we would have TacoBell for dinner. This wasn't expected, but he was most certainly thankful.

Sharing My Borscht Recipe

Everytime I make borscht, the house is filled with a delicious smell. It is absolutely wonderful. Some of our mouths, including mine, water for the flavorful Russian soup. Add a dollop of sour cream to it, and you've got one flavorful mouthful.

Sounds like something you want to whip right up, right? Well, sorry folks, this soup is time consuming to say the least. There is lots of measuring, washing, chopping, can opening....... That's why I make so much at one time. But I promise, it is well worth the trouble.

Finally, I am sharing my recipe. I don't think you will find one quite like it, but after trying numerous recipes, I do think you will thoroughly enjoy it.

Christine's Borscht

20 quarts water
80 teaspoons beef bouillon (or equivalent i.e. cubes, soup base)
Crunchy veggies
2 pounds carrots chopped
2+ cups fresh green beans chopped
2+ cups bell peppers chopped
1 whole celery bunch chopped
8 cups potatoes chopped
soft veggies
3 cups squash chopped
1 head cabbage finely shredded
frozen veggies
16 oz. frozen peas
16 oz. frozen lima beans
sauteed veggies
1 large onion
1 stick butter
cans
2 15 oz. cans of shoestring beets chopped
1 15 oz. can kidney beans
1 15 oz. can garbanzo beans
1 28 oz. diced tomatoes
5 15 oz. cans tomato sauce
seasonings
1/4 cup dried dill
2 teaspoons black pepper
3 teaspoons salt

Measure water. Add bouillon. Bring to boil. Chop crunchy veggies. Add to soup. Cook on medium for 30 minutes. Chop soft veggies. Add to crunchy veggies in soup. Cook 30 additional minutes. While cooking, chop onion and saute in separate pan with butter till tender. Add onions, frozen veggies, and cans. Cook for 2 hours stirring occasionally. Add seasonings and cook for 1 more hour or until it has come to a full boil. Turn off heat, and let sit till cool enough to serve. Serve with sour cream, and toasted buttered bread.


Rachel and Julia helped chop veggies.

Jonny and Andrew unwrapped bouillon cubes.

This is what I mean by 2+ cups.

Your hands will be tired by the time you finish chopping even if you have three helpers.

Anna helped chop squash.

Saute the onions until they are nice and tender.

Don't be surprised when the beets lose their color in the soup. They add a nice flavor.

This pot of borscht could easily feed all the kids at an orphanage. What a nutritious meal it would be for them. Instead I will ladle it into Ziploc baggies for my family to enjoy over the next two months.

This pot is so heavy, John cannot physically lift it by himself.

What a colorful bowl of soup. Come on over so you can enjoy a bowl.

Too Much Fun

What a project! This playplace took a lot of man hours to complete...... but Grandpa faithfully showed up to our house every mid morning to bust it out.

John, Adam, Caleb, Jonny, and Anna helped out as much as they could too!


Seeeeee........ Dennis is wearing his glasses more, especially for a job like this.

It was not all work....just mostly.

Caleb thought it was funny to pretend that he was his own dentist.

Drumroll please......

TA-DAH!!!!!!!!!!

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Dennis making his rounds.

First stop was sharing an ice cube with sister Rachel.

Next stop was some snuggling with sister Julia.

Next was some kissing with sister Anna.

Last was a ride from brother Andrew.

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All of my kids just love their Uncle/Cousin Matt. Since Matt is my age, and is like a brother to me, I am trying to transition the kids into just calling him Uncle instead of Cousin. Him and his wife are looking to move up here to where we live, and I would really appreciate if you could pray for them to find jobs and the perfect home---- which will be their first!

In Place of

If you haven't noticed, I didn't blog about Inauguration Day. After reading numerous blogs about the event, I felt that Martha's blog was worth mentioning in place of me having to blog about it. And don't get me started about the whole Freedom of Choice Act------- making abortions more accessible and convenient not to mention fostering a society that not only looks the other way, but supports it, is just plain wrong.

Already Roller Skating????

And loving it!

It's My Turn

Now that I have answered all of your questions..... I have a few of my own.

1. Do you think things will be better this year now that President Obama took office?

2. Do any of you embarrass your children by making their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on left over hot dog buns? I am seriously considering doing this tomorrow.

3. Do you ever feel guilty going out and spending money on an expensive dinner for the two of you--- when you know that that much money can pay for your groceries for a week or in our case-- three days?

4. Where is the best place you have taken your family for vacation?

5. How many times do you open up your bible to read in one week? Are you ever like me and go for days without opening it up unless you are in church or in a bible study???

6. What age do you want to be when your youngest child turns 18?

7. What do you think of our foster care system? Are you like me who thinks it is time for big changes? If so, what are your ideas?

Basketball in Action

Caleb is in basketball. He had his first three games this past Saturday. John attended the first two with some of the kids.... I attended the last one. His team won all three!


Go Caleb!

What's happening at the Reeds....

Adam bought a new pair of shoes from Amazon. He is already wearing a size 11 1/2--- that's almost half the size of Dennis.

Anna lost a tooth this week after begging me to pull it out for her.

I splurged and served shrimp for dinner one day last week.

Here I am going over Andrew's homework before school. The day before I got an email from his teacher letting me know that he had many unfinished assignments that were in his backpack. She also informed me that my sweet little guy pushed down a girl and pinned her arms behind her back after she bumped into him. Lovely--- hunh? According to him it was more of a pinch--- but it still is not acceptable for many reasons. One, violence is not the answer. Two, you should never ever be rough with a girl. Three, this kind of behavior is wrong. Four, you are setting the wrong example for others. Five, it goes against what Mom and Dad have taught you. He wrote apology notes to both his teacher and this little girl and had to finish up all of his late work, some of which I had to erase and have him redo because it was so sloppy. He also lost computer privileges for a few days. Till Andrew can prove that he has changed his behavior we are taking it day by day.

And it wasn't even a dress-up day! Caleb loves purple, loves to be different, and loves to find creative ways to express himself.

How much more spoiled can you get? Here is big brother Andrew pushing Dennis around and around with big sister Anna feeding him a bite of chocolate with each pass.

You Can't Just Know and Do Nothing.... or Can You?