Author: Michelle

This morning baby Kahuna and I braved the windy weather and headed to Wally World. We needed everything from detergent to red sewing thread. Here are today’s comments from passersby…..

1. A red head! Who’s responsible for that? I’m so glad our race is going to live on! (the very excited to be a red head himself in electronics)

2. Do people comment a lot on your baby’s red hair? Everyone does with my little girl-isn’t it funny?

3. Oh look! It’s a Red!

I call them the “top 3” but really they were the only three. The only three comments made about my adorable, smiling, cooing baby for the entire trek through wally world. All related to the same topic, one that’s inevitably linked to genetics. So I generally laugh and say, “her father’s side” or “yes, we’re Irish” or something like that. But soon, she’ll start understanding that whenever I say that, I avoid mentioning the subject of adoption. Sometimes I do say, “oh, it runs in her birth father’s family”, but isn’t that a lot of information to give to the one hour photo guy just getting your prints?

Who knew you needed a soc sec # to open a bank account? Not me. So Baby Kahuna will have to wait til that happens before she can start amassing her fortune. Til then her $$ has been put into our savings account. Hmm. Funny, we haven’t needed a soc. sec. number for anything else–health insurance, etc. Sort of weird to think about, because we don’t really have any sort of official anything that states that she’s officially in our custody, nor has anyone asked. They just believe us when we say that we are in the process of finalizing.

Easy to see how little ones are snatched and brought up someplace else and no one ever notices. Abductors don’t strike me as the banking type.

baby kahuna was baptized yesterday!! Loads of fun and merriment ensued after the ceremony and more than 30 of our closest friends and family came together to welcome her to the Chuch. And to drink beer and wine. And to eat cake. Yippee!

The babe was truly the belle of the ball. She was darling in her flouncy gown, nappinf during the ceremony, not freaking as water and oil were run over her head, and she was happy to be passed around to all of the aunts and uncles. She tolerated the cousins kissing her cheeks and great-grandma’s singing. It was a good day to be the mommy.

To sum it up…scripture on an inspirational gift bag she received: “How can we ever thank God enough for you…” I Thess. 3:9