Girls Will Be Girls....and sometimes boys!

A bit of business here at the beginning......this post is meant to tell a Leni story. However, we used Dad's fancy-schmancy camera we bought for China....and the thing has so many pixel-thingy-do-dads that the photo's won't download to blogger normally. The only way we can post them is to do them this way. So.....I added a few more pics to make this post postier. End of business.

Saturday we did one of our favorite outings when it's not 95degrees here in Florida. The local Farmer's Market. Now, they have beautiful produce of all kinds, plants, baked goods, INCREDIBLE kettle-corn popped hot right out of a cast-iron barrel pot thing, tastings, cheese sellers, and the list goes on. We wander, watch the trains go by and visit the local park. It's a great time for everyone. What makes it even more interesting is that this particular market is in the high-rent district of town. It's got to be one of the countries more "posh" markets. There are many hip-surburbia, trendy, beautiful people who come with their pampered poochies in tow....many come decked out bejeweled from head to toe with expensive stiletto heels (to the Farmers Market!!), and more Furla, Gucci, Lucky brand, Prada, Chanel duds than should be allowed among produce. I personally do not think that a person's body parts should enter a room many minutes before the actual person. (trying to be politically nice here towards one's choices of personal enhancement of body parts.):) Like I said....it's a fun time watching all this circus-activity. Then, we show up with our own personal circus act. We get our snacks, go to the park and proceed to climb (Leni) to the very top(!) of the large evergreen tree (at least 20 ft up there!) where there was a clear sign that said, "Please, do not climb the tree." She gets stuck, and Dad has to climb to the top of the tree, where there was a sign that said, "Please, do not climb the tree", and rescue child. Then same child (parents had sat on bench for a breather) shows up.......covered in mud. Covered in mud. Covered in mud. It deserves repeating 3 times. All the other little children there ....were playing AROUND the mud section, not IN the mud section....in their plaid, button down shirts and sweater vests, some sitting in their $400 strollers, others with perfectly placed hair bows on top/european shoes on bottom. Some spoke French. Many spoke Spanish. We didn't recognize a couple of languages.....and our dear, dear little one, wallers in the mud. The pictures don't do it justice. We're still working on the shoe-cleaning. BTW...they were new. :) Any ideas on getting this mud out?? We're coming up on Leni's official adoption anniversary soon.....and during this National Adoption Month....we just want to say..we're very grateful for this little girl who really, really, many days thinks she's a boy....or an animal of some kind. That's ok. She's ours.:) mud and all.

I will leave you with this thought." The Cross of Christ is the only hope of the world. Our constant danger is that we cry, Behold this new opportunity! Behold our new methods! Behold our human brother-hood. And forget to cry, Behold the Lamb of God!" A. Carmichael.