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Family Drawing

A few days ago, Jude excitedly showed me what he drew during his rest time:

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In his words, “This is Cohen, me, Daddy, Mommy, and my foster brothers or sisters. I put an “x’ on each of the boys, but since I don’t know what our foster brothers or sisters will be, I didn’t put anything there yet. And I know it looks like we’re wearing diapers, but that’s just our pants.”

My sweet boy. I love watching his heart growing for the rest of our family.

Just twelve short weeks after we began training and preparing for becoming a foster family, we will be licensed! Our licensing meeting is scheduled for Thursday, December 4th, which means we can begin getting placement calls immediately after! It’s unbelievable to me that we’re finished with all of our pre-service training and paperwork. We did SO much work in such a short amount of time [the amount of training and paperwork we squeezed into twelve weeks is the same that often takes six to twelve months to complete], so we’re trying to catch our breath before the whirlwind and paperwork of having a placement begins.

Knowing that we had just a couple of weeks to come up for air, Shawn and I chose to have a low key Thanksgiving at home this year. We were invited to join a sweet family who prepares and serves hundreds of tamales to the homeless in downtown Ft. Worth on Thanksgiving morning, and we excitedly joined! We woke the boys up super early and filled our car with non perishable, pre-packaged food to hand out, and blankets/scarves/jackets. We walked through the streets of Ft. Worth and handed our items out to people who were gathering near the gospel mission and who were sleeping on the streets. This was really the first time the boys were old enough to actively minister, and my heart swelled to see their courage and compassion. Truthfully, they did most of the work in asking if people would like food and handing it out. I just walked alongside my two little ministers and watched them growing before my eyes. What a wonderful way to celebrate Thanksgiving together!

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We skyped/face-timed with our extended families in Ohio and Indiana throughout the day, and I stayed busy prepping our delicious dinner! I served all of our favorite foods – turkey, stuffing, baked sweet potatoes, homemade rolls, roasted green beans, homemade apple pie, and a homemade cranberry/apple tart. Our sweet Cohen [the food lover of the family] thoroughly enjoyed all the food and let us know throughout the day how VERY thankful he is for the holiday of Thanksgiving!

And now, here we are. Just four short days before we’re licensed, feeling overwhelmingly nervous and excited. I can’t wait to share more of our journey with you, and can’t thank you enough for being a part of our story thus far!

Journeying

Well, friends. We’re still working away at getting licensed and doing our best to take our checklist(s) (last I counted, I was up to five checklists) one thing at a time. We passed our fire inspection last week and are on our way to passing our health inspection. The things that still need to be done before we can pass that include: adding mulch or other soft landing zone at the end our slide, address an open spot on the playset from which a child can fall, drill holes in the bottom of our tire swing so there isn’t any standing water, find a window baby gate thing to stop a child from breaking the glass and falling out of one of our second story bedroom windows, and a few others.

It’ll be a relief to have those inspections passed, that’s for sure! I’m hoping to finish our online training this week, read one of our required books, set up our fingerprinting appointments, set up our observation hours (we have to observe another foster family for 8 hrs), and a few other things.

We have our pre-service home visit from our agency on Friday (which requires…yep, another checklist), which kind of marks the beginning of the end for our licensure. Which makes my head swim, to be honest.

In the meantime, here are a few photos of what we’ve been working through!
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You’ll have to excuse the thousands of pictures I’m about to throw at ya, but since I haven’t blogged in a hundred weeks, it’s the least I can do. Jude started soccer a few weeks ago, about which Shawn and I were a little nervous. He desperately wanted to do karate instead, so I wasn’t sure how his lack of enthusiasm would translate during practices and games.

As it turns out, we had nothing about which to worry! Jude does an awesome job being engaged and involved and (with some reminding) paying attention to what’s going on. It’s cool to see him making huge strides and getting better with each practice and game, and I’m so proud of how he conducts himself on the team. He’s a hard worker and a team player, and that’s exactly what I was hoping he’d learn this soccer season. Plus, he sleeps a REALLY well after all that running!

We hope to put Cohen on a team next season, but for now he’s a wonderful encourager (or courager as he calls it) and snack guarder. During practices he likes to “go for a run” several times over, so he always sleeps well too. It’s a win/win/win/win!

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A look at the blog posts of yesteryear…

MONDAY, OCTOBER 19, 2009

google settles all of our arguments

How sad is that? Allow me to illustrate.

We had an ongoing debate as to how the brand of “I can’t believe it’s not butter” is referred in England. Why would we debate something so ridiculous, you ask? In our weird, convoluted way I think we’re flirting. Or maybe we’re just bored. I haven’t decided yet.

My vote was that the English version was called, “Butter – or is it?” Twenty minutes of google searching later, we found this:

Shawn: 1
Jen: 0

Now, there’s something that you need to know about my husband. He sees the world in cartoon characters. I would say with 70% of the people we meet, he will later tell me, “That person looks like such and such cartoon character,” and it’s usually a Muppet. Early in our relationship, when I showed up to class wearing a turtleneck sweater and my black rimmed glassed, he told me I looked like a Sexy Velma.

I’m still unsure if that was a compliment or not.

Several months ago, Shawn called Bug “Dopey.” You would think that after knowing Shawn for almost eight years now, I would know that his cartoon character to actual person analogies are pretty accurate, but I still disputed the fact that our son looks like Dopey. We googled a picture of Dopey, and well…you be the judge:



Shawn: 2
Jen: 0
One night, Shawn and I started debating whether Frisch’s Big Boy is referred to primarily as Frisch’s or Big Boy. This may or may not have been spurred on by the fact that my hair was doing a weird flip that Shawn said looked like Big Boy’s hair.
I told Shawn he was crazy, and that Big Boy is the name of the mascot,Frisch’s is the name of the restaurant. Shawn asserts that the biggest sign in front of the restaurant says “Big Boy,” on it – so it is therefore referred to as Big Boy. I assert that’s ridiculous. You don’t just refer to McDonald’s as The Golden Arches because that’s their sign. Nobody says, “Let’s go to The Golden Arches,” without everyone else replying, “Dude, it’s called McDonald’s.”

A few google searches later, we found out that apparently referring to the restaurant as “Frisch’s” is a peculiarity specific to the Cincinnati area. Kind of like beating the Steelers a few weeks ago, but whatever. We won’t go there.

Shawn: 3

Jen: 0
Just this morning, as I was putting food on Bug’s highchair tray for him to eat, I told him that he was getting a smorgasborg of food. Except that I was in random-baby-talk mode, which means I said something like, “J.Bug, look at you! You’re getting a smorgasborg of food! That’s right, kiddo – Smorg. Ess. Borg.”

Shawn looked at me like I was all cute and amusing, and said, “What’d you call it?” I answered, “A smorgesborg. Why?”

Honey,” he said (very patronizingly, I might add), “It’s smorgasbord…with a D.” We argued for a minute, with me making the point that I happen to be the reader of the family and am really the familial authority on how things are pronounced.

And then Shawn brought up the fact that until I was in late high school, I thought hors devours was pronounced, “oars day vores.” In my house, we just called ‘em snacks, so I had only read the word, and never heard it pronounced.
Since there’s really no way to reply to that fact with dignity, I just said, “We’ll see.” I can’t lie. Hitting up google to settle this debate was one of the first things I did. Let’s just say

Shawn: 4

Jen: 0

Oh google. At once both a good and reliable friend and myprovingshawnwrong nemesis.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 21, 2009

boo for the flu

Good News: I’ve lost five pounds in two days.

Bad News: It’s because I feel like someone’s taking a Roto Rooter to my gut and having a field day.

Good News: Shawn was able to work from home today so that I’m not puking up my guts AND trying to take care of Bug.

Bad News: Poor guy (both guys, actually) will most likely get this, too. We’re trying to be super careful and me and Lysol are bffs right now, but you just can’t be this close to a sicky and not get it, too.

Good News: Tamiflu is amazing. I’ve never had the stuff before, and I’m already feeling so much better after only having been taking it it for less than 24 hours.

Bad News: The stuff cost us $50. Plus a $25 copay for the doctor’s visit. If Jude and Bug get this, we’ll be out $225 for sickness. Getting sick is just not in our budget – but whatcha gonna do?

Ironically – I refused to get a flu shot last week because we didn’t have the $25 in our budget, even though Shawn kept telling me I needed it. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but $25 is less than $75.

Shawn: 5
Jen: 0

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MONDAY, OCTOBER 12, 2009

bug goes to college

From Friday through Sunday this past weekend, we took some of our high school students on a college tour of (relatively) nearby Christian colleges. We began with Kentucky Christian University in Grayson, KY, traveled on to Cincinnati Christian University in Cincinnati, OH, and then drove to Johnson Bible College in Knoxville, TN.

Because my version of our weekend would be boring and filled with thoughts about tuition prices, FAFSA information, and ratio of teachers and students, I thought I’d let Jude tell you himself about his weekend. Keep in mind that this was the first student ministry trip on which we’ve taken Bug that didn’t involve him being fed from the umbilical cord and falling asleep when I started walking. Believe it or not, they’re a lot more work outside the womb. So without further ado, allow me to present to you…J.Bug…

So this past weekend, we did a whole lot of driving. Mommy kept saying that she was so worried that I was going to be fussy and cry a whole lot. I think it’s really funny to prove her wrong, though. We drove from home to Kentucky. I had a lot of fun on that part of the trip! My good friend Katie got me to take a whole entire two naps in my carseat by putting her hand next to my face – one of my favorite things EVAH!

We got to KCU, and after we went to chapel (which I slept through most of), Mommy and Daddy took us to Pizza Hut. Mommy started to tell me that was where Daddy worked to earn money for their honeymoon, but that was when I put my fingers in my ears and shouted, “La La La La La!” Gross, Mommy. Gross. But I took my fingers out of my ears to get some pizza crust, which is delicious, by the way.

And then Mommy and Daddy showed me the bench where they sat and talked a lot. Whatever. They talk all the time – what’s so special ’bout sitting on a bench and talking?


We took a walk around campus. Oh great. Does this mean I’m engaged to Mommy? Or DADDY?! Oh man – can you handle how funny I am?

And hey – check out my pretty sweet carseat cover. I can’t read yet, but I’m pretty sure those words say, “Most Amazing Baby Ever.”

The people at KCU apparently didn’t want an 11 month old staying in the dorms (and I had big plans for those college kids…big plans), so Mommy and I stayed in a hotel room that night. Mommy was super excited and thought she’d get a lot of sleep. But seriously – I was at a college! Hello!? Party! I kept her up pretty much all night…that woman just does not know how to party.
We got up super early (or stayed up super late…depending on how you look at it) to drive from Kentucky to Cincinnati. We heard someone talk, but I really enjoyed crawling on the chairs in the back of the room. Seriously, if I had to pick a college based on its chairs, CCU would definitely win.
CCU was so nice and fed us a lunch of something called Skyline Chili. Mommy was way too excited about this stuff, it was weirding me out a little bit.

They made me try it. My thoughts?

“Eh.”
And THEN we got to go to a mall, and I got to see my Grammy andGrampy! I was so excited that they met us to hang out!

Grammy won me a Chick Fil A cow that I played with on the trip back.Grammys and Grampys are the best.

After that, we went to a church in Cincinnati. On our way there, Mommy gave me some puffs. I haven’t had these kind before, but they are YUMMY! As you can see, I was very interested in “reading” the ingredients.

After church, we hit the road for Knoxville. We stopped to eat dinner, and after that, Mommy and Daddy put me in my pajamas and let me crawl around a little while we were waiting on the students to finish dinner. (Mommy note – the van was parked and completely off.)

Then Mommy put me in my carseat, read me a book, prayed for me, and tried to get me to fall asleep. I think she was trying to trick me into thinking it was bedtime. Seriously, though. I’m an entire 11 months old. I know the difference between a 15 passenger van with high school kids in it and my crib and dark room. You’re not dealing with a 5 month old here. I didn’t really sleep much, and was so excited when we got to Johnson! Mommy, Daddy, and I had our own dorm room (far away from the other kids and college students), and I was so excited to be awake at midnight! That hasn’t happened in months!


I learned that college dorms have lots of drawers, and I just so happen to LOVE drawers! If that’s what college is all about – sign me UP!

Once again, I was so excited about college (and those drawers…oh those drawers!) that I couldn’t sleep! I let Mommy and Daddy have four or five hours, and I even talked (…err…cried) them into taking them into the bed with them. I’ve been working on that sweetness for months, and they finally caved.

I was excited to wake up the next morning and see the campus, though. I was going for the “college kid during finals week” look.


Mommy let me crawl around with just my diaper on for awhile, which was awesome! Nothin’ makes me happier than diaper playtime. Mommy kept saying that she and Daddy were going to move into my dorm room just like that night if I didn’t behave. I don’t know what she’s talking about. Mommy and Daddy are the most fun people I know. I think it’d be pretty sweet to have them with me in college (but Daddy said no way. he said they’re going to have a big party and lots of dates when i’m in college).

After our campus tour (they did NOT point out the super cool drawers. apparently they don’t know how to attract prospective students) we hit the road again. I thought I’d give Daddy a break and drive for little bit….

…but apparently you can’t randomly play with sticks and gears and stuff when you’re driving. So I left that part up to Daddy. Apparently he hasn’t seen me driving my lion.

Besides, I had some serious fussing to do.

But really, if I trapped YOU in a carseat for stretches of five hours at a time, you might be a little cranky, too.

So Mommy took a ridiculous amount of pictures because at least the camera was amusing me. I’ll spare you, though, and only show you a couple.

And then the kids in the backseat started making me laugh. Oh man – they are hilarious! I hope you have some high school kids in your life, because they are seriously too funny. Especially the guys – there’s nothing better than high school guys looking ridiculous in public just to make me smile.

I was so happy to be home, in my own bed, with my own puppy, and playing with my own toys – you have no idea! And I think I’ll do just fine when the time comes for me to go to college. It turns out that all I have to do is smile really big and show people my four teeth, and I have them wrapped around my finger. Professors, students, college presidents…yeah…this college thing is going to be a snap.
 A Letter to Bug,
Dear Bug,

Yesterday, kiddo, you turned eleven months old. This is ridiculous. As much as I try to keep you from growing up, you seem intent on doing so. Crazy kid.

You know, as each month goes by, Daddy and I keep saying, “This is our favorite stage. No wait, THIS is our favorite stage. No actually, THIS is our favorite stage.” So I say with a grain of salt that this past month has been my favorite. MommyDaddy love seeing your personality – your sweet, independent, hard working, stubborn, cuddly, funny, entertaining personality, and we love watching you as you learn and grow. You’re such a blessing to us, sweet Bug, and we’re so glad you’re a part of our life.

In the past month, you seem to have grown by leaps and bounds, but perhaps my favorite area of growth is your ability to play games by noticing repetition. You and I play a particularly fun game (to you, at least) that involves the lid to your bottle. Notice that it doesn’t involve any of the myriad of toys we own – but a bottle lid. You take the lid of the bottle, and holding in laughs, hand it to me. I pretend to take a sip, and say, “Mmmm! That was delicious!” and hand it back to you. You giggle and try to put the bottle lid on the top of my head. I put it on my head, and laughing your little hiney off, you climb up to get it down. Then I put it on top of your head, and you giggle and shake your head to get it down. Then we start all over again. J. Bug, there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing than playing that sweet game with you.

You’re also starting to recognize people and get excited about seeing friends. You love laughing at silly faces people make at you, and you get a kick out of making people smile at you (especially when we’re standing in line and you can make strangers smile). You love to be held, but you also get antsy when you can’t get down and explore the world around you.

Speaking of which, you’re walking around holding onto our fingers and starting to stand on your own for a few seconds at a time. I seriously can’t believe that you’re going to be one whole entire year old in four weeks. One year! In four weeks, you’ll no longer be drinking formula or using bottles. In four weeks, we’ll stop referring to your age in months. In four weeks, Daddy and I are going to celebrate one of the most important days of our lives. In four weeks, you’ll be one year old.

So today, J. Bug, when you are eleven months old, I want to make sure you know that we love you very much. We love you more than you could possibly imagine. You are cherished, wanted, adored, and loved. I want you to know that when we tell you, “no,” when we don’t give you what you want because you’re throwing a fit, and when we let you cry sometimes, that we do those things because we love you. We love you so much that we don’t want you to get hurt and we want you to haveboundaries.

When you get older there will be so many times that you’ll be mad at us because we don’t let you do or have something. There will be times that you’ll think we’re purposefully making your life miserable, or that you’ll think we’re unfair and mean. It’s okay for you to be angry at us, but I just want you to know that the reason we don’t let you have everything you want and the reason we let you experience the consequences to your actions is because we love you SO very much. You can’t do anything to earn our love, J. Bug, and you can’t do anything to lose it. We love you because. Because we do.

Love,

Daddy and Mommy

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a morning with Bug…

Subtitled: Chasing Bug around for an hour with a camera

Like most kids his age, Bug is all over the place when it comes to playtime and will hardly stay in one spot for for than a minute. I thought it’d be fun to document what he does and where he goes within about a fifty minute time span.

“What? You’re going to be following me around with that camera? Fine, if you must.”
“Sheesh. Papparazzi.”

We have three of these cute little bins that stay under Bug’s crib. Since he especially loves pulling things out right now, these are perfect for him to pull out whatever he likes.

But today, he decided he’d rather join his toys.


So into the toy bin he went

“Hey look at me! I’m in my toy bin!”

…and then the toy bin fell over. And because this was just a few hours after the never to be spoken of again incident, I was very careful to cushion his fall.

“Take that, you toy bin!”

A couple of minutes later, Bug scoots out of his room, into the hallway (where our giant dog likes to hang out and protect Bug. And by “protect,” I mean bark at imaginary intruders while he’s napping).

Apparently this is the magical hat that makes you look exactly like Daddy when you put it on.


Bored by the hats and books, we move into Mommy’s and Daddy’s room…


Where the guitar is!

Chubby baby fingers pluckin’ on some strings makes me so happy…

…And then it’s time to visit the baby in the mirror…who is hilarious, by the way.

And a darn good kisser, too.


Then Bug moved too quickly from our bedroom to the living room for me to get a picture, but it was apparantly lion time.

…and apparently Vodka time as well. Just kidding, we’d never give our kid Vodka. We’re straight Whiskey folks here.

And thenBug found his first wasp. It’s normally Daddy’s job to kill the critters, but since it was just the two of us, I did a fine job and got rid of that wasp in one smack! Ironically, this was just a few hours after the pest defense guy came and sprayed. Personally, I think he sprays kool-aid around the edges of our home.


Shawn had put a gate in the entrance of our kitchen because Bug has disovered a passionate love for Coletrane’s food and our garbage can. J. Bug thought it was hilarious when I stepped over the gate. So I kept doing it. Back and forth. Over that gate. Just to see that smile. Totally
worth it.

Bug loves his “cruising around the coffee table” time. After I shot this picture, Bug headed straight towards our power cords, and was none too happy when I pulled him away. He threw quite the fit, which meant he was sleepy, so alas – the papparazi took a break.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 8, 2009

the joy of a straw

Bug loves straws. They thrill his little heart like no other…


He also really likes taking what he enjoys putting in his mouth, and putting it in MY mouth. It’s like he’s thinking, “If I really like chewing on this, then Mommy will LOVE it!”

And while chewing on a straw isn’t necessarily my thang…I’ll do just about anything to see that sweet smile.

flashback friday

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TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 2009

and the award

for worst Mom of the year goes to
….JEN!

Yes folks, that’s right! Jen not only had a short fuse for Bug yesterday because he was trying to type on her computer while she had a million thing to do for work, but – on several occasions was heard saying, “ugh! Bug!” as she swooped in to stop him from poking his eye out/eating dog food/standing up on the edge of the toilet, and all sorts of normal 10 month old stuff that absolutely did not warrant her level of frustration.

However, ladies and gentlemen, we here at the WMA (Worst Mom Academy) do recognize those behaviors alone do not qualify one has a truly horrendously awful Mom. No, friends, Jen earned her title by putting her son down to sleep in a crib that had not yet been lowered. That should have been lowered at least a month ago. Yes, folks, Jen’s ten month old son fell (or jumped – the fact that she doesn’t know which one earns her bonus points) over the side of the crib. Jen heard a bump and then she heard Jude’s panicked cry. Upon entering the nursery, Jen discovered Bug on the floor, crying his scared little heart out. Please welcome Jen M. as she receives her Worst Mom of the Year Award!

Oh gosh, I’m so dishonored to have been chosen from such a group of truly awful Moms! Well, first of all I would like to thank my two jobs for stressing me out and my sad inability to handle stress in a productive way. I would like to thank my friend from the 6th grade – Tricia Bauman – for doing a cherry bomb on the trampoline one evening that caused me to go flying off the trampoline, straight onto my head. If it hadn’t been for Tricia, I would’ve never experienced aconcussion, and wouldn’t have known the signs to look for in Jude. Thank you, Tricia – I couldn’t have done this without you. Umm…who else? Who else? Oh! I’d like to thank my husband for calming me down when I called him in a panic, and I would like to thank Mike Bennett for rushing over to lower the crib. And finally, of course, I’d like to thank Bug for being the sweetest little daredevil I’ve ever met, and for smiling a huge grin and lunging towards me as I cried – sure that I’d given you permanent brain damage. (holding up award that is a bronzed figurine of OctoMom) This award will be stuffed in the back of my closet, hopefully to never be seen again, and this incident will never be spoken of again unless the conversation starts with, “My kiddo did that too, and has not suffered any long term brain damage.” Thank you, WMA, this has truly been a dishonor. 

I should add here that Bug seems to be perfectly fine and none the worse for his attempts at sky diving. He got a little cut on the side of his nose and has some small bruising right above that. The blood scared me, but it seems to be just a tiny cut. Bug’s crib is now sufficiently lowered, I’m sufficiently humbled and embarrassed, and Jude hassufficiently stopped being a daredevil not been phased in the least.

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 2009
update-itty dog
Yeah well, you try coming up with a more creative name for a family update.

So while you may pretend to be interested in hearing how Shawn and I met and ultimately fell in love…you may tolerate my musings on southern culture …and you may even repress groans at my attempts atweight loss, you can’t fool me. I happen to know the real reason you visit this blog.

That’s right. You actually visit this blog for all the cuteness your monitor can handle.

So this sickness thing seems to be taking its toll on our little family. First Bug and I got it. Then we started to get better. Then Shawn got it. And now it appears that Bug and I have it again. Or we got something new. Either way – it’s no fun and produces lots of neediness andwhininess. And that’s just me.

Other than the occasional snot factory and need for extra snuggles, Bug’s doing ridiculously well. We took him to our doctor early last week for his fever (just a nasty cold…nothin’ we can do but the occasional Children’s Benadryl), and found out that he’s still in the 1st percentile. He’s 16lbs 12oz. As opposed to earlier freak outs concerns I had, I can see clearly that he’s developing just fine and is obviously just a small baby. Still, it was nice to know that he hasn’t dropped off the growth chart entirely.

J. Bug gets closer to walking with each passing day – which is simultaneously exciting and frightening. His favorite game is “PullEverythingOutofEveryDrawerICanFindAndThrowItOnTheFloor.” No kidding, if he could talk – that’s totally what he’d call it.

His hair has now grown to sensitive indie rock star lengths, which is downright adorable. He hasn’t gotten called a girl yet, but I’m just waiting. It’s okay though, the pain will fuel his song writing.

Speaking of songs and indie rock star, Bug loves my guitar. He’s even figured out how to strum with his cute little chubby fingers, and will work on plucking the strings when the guitar is standing upright. Shawn is thoroughly musical, and I play a little guitar and can sing on pitch when nobody is listening, so we aren’t surprised to see Bug already drawn to musical instruments. Still – we’re trying to be intentional about letting him explore and love whatever he loves. Even if that means he loves huntin’ and fishin’.

And J. Bug has also figured out how to wave. The first time he did it, he looked at his hand like he couldn’t figure out how it was moving on his own, and then held it straight up in the air to show me what it was doing. Of course – he doesn’t wave when we’re saying “hello” or, “goodbye.” From what I can tell, waving means, “Oooh – this food is yummy! Gimmie some more!” in Bug-language.

And that’s just fine with me.

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