Yonatan will soon be nine years old. He is deaf and was born in Ethiopia. When he is happy he dances. He dances a lot.

No matter he can't hear music. I have seen him climb  onto the back of my pickup truck face toward the forest and dance, oblivious to anything else.

Last night we talked to him via SKYPE. It was difficult. Mostly his mom needed to interpret for him because she was sitting next to him and could get his attention! He was so enamored with looking at himself on the video cam he didn't watch as we tried to sign to him.

A bout a week ago, after his evening bath, he returned to his room, dropped the towel wrapped around him and watched his reflection in the window as he danced. The neighbors also watched. Little Yonatan didn't understand although he could not see them outside in the dark they were able to see into the room and watch as he performed.

He has discovered the "photo booth" program on my Mack Book. He likes to point the computer at himself and perform for his greatest fan; himself. 

There are tremendous challenges associated with adopting "older" children from another culture. I think it is worth it!

Ain't Go good.