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Why a new blog name?

As you probably noticed, this blog has a new name. As much as I love blogging, I decided that I didn’t want quite so much information easily available and our last name was obvious with our old blog. You can still use the old URL. However, if you have it in a blog roll on your blog, please update it to the new address.

Why the name “a Moose in Moscow”? I wanted something memorable and personal. When we were in Russia for our court trip, we saw a moose on our way to Gus’s baby home.

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Here’s a news story about the moose from a couple of weeks before that trip.

This blog doesn’t really have much to do with Muscovite moose on a daily basis, except that our little Muscovite does have a few pairs of moose pajamas. However, I do hope it’s a winner for the memorability factor.

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There are also some other changes happening around here. You may notice that many of the photos are showing “unavailable” right now. I changed the privacy settings for them on Flickr, and unfortunately, it messed up their visibility on my blog. I’m in the process of fixing that, but it will take some time to go through over 300 posts!

Haircuts

Both boys got haircuts recently… Aaron cuts their hair. Do NOT ask me to do it. Bad idea.

Gus’s was actually on his birthday. His hair was starting to look a bit shaggy. This is the first cut he’s had since he’s been home.

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Reed just got his hair cut a few days ago. His was SHAGGY. It had not been cut since August… whoops!

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Reed totally hates this. He was lecturing Gus on how it might be scary.

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All done! So much better! Now, another 6 months until we do that again…

True Love

I want to talk to you about love. Surprise, surprise, it IS Valentine’s Day after all.

Last year, on Valentine’s Day, I met my baby boy for the first time. I fell head over heels for that kid and I’m still an obnoxious adoring mom, soaking up his kisses and tugs on my legs.

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I love that kid. And I’ve seen how our family’s love for him has transformed him. And I’ve seen how the love of families has transformed the lives of so many once-orphans.

Love can do incredible things.

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“Мама любит Андрюша.” “да!” I say this to him often. “Mama loves Andrusha!” “Yes!,” he happily exclaims.

Love can be material. Roses that will die. Chocolates that will add to your waist line. Lingerie that will end up in the dust under your bed.

Or, love can be more. The love a mother has for her son. The love a God has for his children.

Along with my friend Jill, I’m committing to spend this lent season praying for the orphans who do not know love. That families might find them, and barriers will be shattered, political, financial, all kinds. That they will someday be LOVED.

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(And disclaimer: I know I blog about Gus way more than Reed and Lena! I need to do some posts on them soon, but I had to use Gus an example since today is our Metcha-versary.)