Once More Into the Breach, Dear Friends

According to the counter on my blog page, we are coming up on 2 years and 16 months of Troy in our lives. What do you do when you do not have children for 14 years, adopt a boy, and he is perfect. What, nobody's perfect you say. No-- Troy is perfect. Let me list the ways that he is perfect for you:

* He eats his vegetables, all of them, and loves them
* He know his abc's and his 123's already
* He says please and thank you, and knows when and where to use these phrases
* He loves to go to bed
* He is cute
* He tells us what is bothering him so that we can help him
* Even when he does throw a 2-year-old fit, he keeps them short

Did I mention that he is perfect?

He is perfect in all ways, but one-- and that is our fault. He would be a perfect older brother, but we have really done nothing about that. Well, it's not like we haven't tried the more conventional means of baby making, but it just hasn't been our strong point. So, after enjoying his infancy, and getting two years older, we decided to pull the trigger on adoption numero dos.

This time we come to the battle armed with the knowledge of how things work. We come ready for the guilt and trauma that no one ever told us about. We come hoping not to wait another five years, but prepared to do so if we must. We come hoping that a perfectly lovely woman wants a perfect older brother to play with her yet-to-be born baby. Yes, as Henry the V said, "Once more into the breach, dear friends!"