3 years...head down memory lane

It's been three years this week since Kenson came home.  3 years?  Hard to believe he was little and small when now he is big and tall.  (Especially since he just polished off a cup of yogurt, 2 fried eggs, a piece of toast with jelly, about 1/2 a cup of mango, and 1 orange slice for lunch.)  On the teetor totter of attachment, he's now spent 2 1/2 years in orphanage care and 3 years in a family.  It's just one of those things that makes me smile to know that he now has 6 months of his life where family living outweights orphanage living.  Head back in time and check out my posts from that January, full of pictures and some little tidbits about being home with our new little guy.