Seriously, this is the BEST presentation of how the world fights for our hearts and deceives us...get your Kleenex out though...its pretty powerful...
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Oh...Duncan...
I have been going through some of my oldest son's BEST thoughts...that he's verbalized...and if you ever need to laugh, continue reading.
* Duncan runs up to me, while at the barn park, "Mom! I have to poop!!"
"Son, are you serious? We need to go home 'cuz there isn't a bathroom!?"
Much wailing and fit throwing... "But Mommy~can't I just poop on the grass?"
"What!? No!"
"But Mommy, some one will just think it is a dog pooping?"
"No! No one will think its dog poop...we need to leave now."
WAILING "But Mommy!!!! I can just poop in the grass. I won't let anyone see my bum!?"
* I'm standing in my kitchen in our new house and I can see straight out our family room to our covered patio where there is a worn porch swing. I'm suddenly aware that my son sounds like a paperboy addressing the public to the latest news flash...only this is what I hear: "Someone adopt me, for sale! Someone adopt me, for sale! Actually I don't know how to drive, but you can go get my mother!"
* My son is extremely...how do I say it, INVENTIVE. He's a dreamer of sorts. I heard crying in our basement at our new house. Because it's a finished basement, I'm not worried that Duncan has hurt himself, but rather, hurt the house in some way. I went down the stairs to find him sitting on the floor. "Dunc, whats wrong?" "Mom, I stepped on myself." "Where did you step on yourself?" "I stepped on my...well, I stepped on my peepee." "What? What do you mean?" "Mom!? It hurts. I stepped on my peepee right here...can I have a booboo pack?" "Son, are you sure? And no, putting ice on your peepee will only hurt more." Wailing "But I neeeed a booboo pack!" Shaking my head. "Call your dad."
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| Look how Cute he was!!! |
* "Mom...have you ever seen a chipmunk dog?" "No son...Im pretty sure I haven't." "Well one bit my leg off." "Oh...did you get blood on your clothes? " "No..." Phew! Less laundry.
* my son is pretending to be a 'sword swollower' with his light saber...
"Son, are you serious? We need to go home 'cuz there isn't a bathroom!?"
Much wailing and fit throwing... "But Mommy~can't I just poop on the grass?"
"What!? No!"
"But Mommy, some one will just think it is a dog pooping?"
"No! No one will think its dog poop...we need to leave now."
WAILING "But Mommy!!!! I can just poop in the grass. I won't let anyone see my bum!?"
* apparently we are about to make alot of money when we reveal our dogs genius abilities...Duncan came inside from the back yard wailing. "What happened?" Duncan points to a welt forming on his forehead(that is actually bruised now) "Gus threw his chew toy at my head!" "Son...Gus is a dog...he can't throw things..." "But he did! He frew it at my head!" Wow...
* my son's interpretation of the car blinker "This way..this way..this way.."
* It had been a pretty rough day due to attitudes and Duncan had been in trouble almost all day. So as Rob came in from work he was greeted by Duncan at the back door..."Daddy, mommy kicked me in the head." I was behind him and looked at Rob, who had to keep from laughing, to which I replied that it was my new form of discipline.
* It was a LONG day and Josh had been a little stuffy and I am sure it was due to teething, but broke out the VICS rub just in case. That was my first mistake. Apparently all of my children, especially Duncan, have this insatiable need to use VICS...EVERYWHERE. So after calling Dunc back down after sending him up to get his jammies on, I realize it's been way too long and something is wrong. Suddenly my oldest son comes leaping out of the stairwell in a ballet type motion. Obviously this alerts me to the still hidden issue at hand. That is when the menthol comes wafting in behind him...its so strong that my eyes begin to water and I also notice that Duncan is GLISTENING in the lamp light. It was in that 2.3seconds of realization that I also notice that my son is walking in a squeeze his legs together/bend/move in a gumby kind of way and I immediately tell him to go pee. "I don't have to pee mom! I'm telling the truth!" (We've been having issues where the truth is either forgotten or stretched) "Son, I can tell you have to go." "I promise! I don't have to!!!" It dawns on me that the VICS rub was not confined to the glistening chest and arms my son was displaying. "Did you put VICS on your peepee?!?!?" "Just a little!? I had a cough!" OH MY GRACIOUS!? "SON!?!?! YOU DO NOT PUT VICS ON YOUR PEEPEE!? GIVE ME THAT JAR RIGHT NOW!" Hopefully grandchildren are still an option because I don't know the effects VICs can have... "Mommy, can I have a booboo pack?" (this refers to an ICE PACK) And before I can say 'no wait' he has his boy parts out and applying a FROZE ICE PACK to the VICS effected area...which also activates the menthol...I wish I had a video recorder because I cannot stop laughing at the commotion and am frantically texting my husband through tears because I have NO idea what to do. Luckily a warm shower helped remove the rub and I do believe VICS will be something he steers clear of for awhile.
* Josh has some super cute elbow dimples goen on with his sweet, chubby arms. I had made mention of them a few times and thats when Dunc decided to make mention of them also..."Awe, Mommy...look how cute! He has the chubbiest arm nipples!"
* "Mom!? Can we eat now?" (I look at the clock and it reads 12:03) "Yep..." "Awesome! Can I have a PP&J?" "Its not a 'pp' its a 'pb.'" "No, I really want a PP&J" "Son, its not 'pp' because that should never be put together in a sandwich." *big sigh* "Well, can I have a peanutbutter and jelly then?"
* (While driving home from the store) "Can I have a dwink of water? I'm sooooo thursty!" "Dunc, we are almost home. You can have a big glass when we get back." "But mom!? I'm dying! I weely need a dwink!" "Well if you are dying, let some spit pool in your mouth and swallow it." "Mommy!? You don't understand! I'm actually going to die foh weel. I don't have enough spit."
* Duncan singing* "Do you know the muffler man, the muffler man, the muffler man...do you know the muffler man...his fleece is white as snow." Me: Duncan...what are you singing? "I'm singing the muffler song mom." Me: Son, its MUFFIN MAN...not muffler man...do you know what a muffler is? "Yeah I do..." Me: okay, what is it? "Mom, its like a lollipop sucker thing that is like candy." Uhm...not quite...and where is the white fleece coming from???
* I'm sitting at my computer while the girls are doing school and Duncan is trying to entertain himself while he waits for the girls' next break. "Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? Yes surh surh, three bags full. One for my mastor, and one for my dane, and one for the little boy who lives down the drain." Thats a sad little boy and I cannot quit laughing because Dunc was singing so nicely! LOL!!!
* I'm sitting at my computer while the girls are doing school and Duncan is trying to entertain himself while he waits for the girls' next break. "Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? Yes surh surh, three bags full. One for my mastor, and one for my dane, and one for the little boy who lives down the drain." Thats a sad little boy and I cannot quit laughing because Dunc was singing so nicely! LOL!!!
* Duncan usually has great ideas for his Halloween costumes and likes to be creative! Well when we got to the Fall Festival this year and trying to find a parking spot Rob was trying to convince Dunc to be William Wallace. "You could wear a cool Kilt and I'll even draw a cool tattoo on your arm!" "No, I want to be Indian Jones!" "No, not Indiana...hey, how about King Leonitis!?" "No! How about King Louis! (Jungle book monkey)" ~ Dad idea FAIL.
* My son is extremely...how do I say it, INVENTIVE. He's a dreamer of sorts. I heard crying in our basement at our new house. Because it's a finished basement, I'm not worried that Duncan has hurt himself, but rather, hurt the house in some way. I went down the stairs to find him sitting on the floor. "Dunc, whats wrong?" "Mom, I stepped on myself." "Where did you step on yourself?" "I stepped on my...well, I stepped on my peepee." "What? What do you mean?" "Mom!? It hurts. I stepped on my peepee right here...can I have a booboo pack?" "Son, are you sure? And no, putting ice on your peepee will only hurt more." Wailing "But I neeeed a booboo pack!" Shaking my head. "Call your dad."
*more to come...
Sometimes You take my breath away...
There are times in my faith when I'm extremely dry and I wonder, okay Lord...where are You...or rather, am I off in the toolies? How did I get so far off track here that I feel so far form You; Lord, are you still there? In one of these moments I was driving, listening to the radio and trying to ignore the 3 older kids fighting over something stupid. Ugh, I don't know how deal with things all at once and it usually happens that the car is where my older kids erupt into nit picking at each other and its makes me crazy...so I do what any normal mom would...I turn up the music in hopes of drowning out their grating chatter. I even think how nice it'd be to drive a limo simply for the added benefit of rolling up that window that not only shuts out the sound from the rear end of the vehicle, but also provides an escape for the driver since it seems to be a solid partition. Yep, my kinda car!!!
Okay fine, so I struggle with my attitude regarding my life on these days...knowing FULL WELL that I did, indeed, ask God...even pleaded with Him at times to fill the rooms in my house. Now they are OVERflowing and going to Walmart was NOT the destination I wanted to go this particular day. However in my most grumpy moments I find that for some reason unbeknownst to me the Lord actually DESIRES to LOVE ME!!!! SERIOUSLY!? With my grouchy attitude??? Yep...and I love that He meets me exactly where I'm at...in Walmart with 4 cranky kids who don't want to be at the store either...doing dishes...pulling weeds...or my most cherished: singing my heart out during worship time in church. This gives me immense hope. It means that the Lord loves me and shows me abundant grace when I least deserve it, but need it the most. I'm SO grateful for His unconditional love in this manner.
I was sitting at the stop light, in the process of tuning out the squabbling and for some reason this song came on and it was like my WHOLE body listened...not just my ears, but my heart and soul...as if the Lord really had something to tell me in THAT moment. Captivated by Shawn McDonald came on and it was as though the Lord grabbed my shoulders to face Him and said, "Listen to this Robyn, I find YOU captivating." Clearly this song is about an individual praising God for the magnitude of His love and how we are captivated by HIM...but the Lord was saying, "No...I FIND YOU CAPTIVATING. YOU CAPTIVATE ME." I captivate you Lord!? How is that even possible!? The Lord picked me up in His loving arms and wrapped me in a hug and confirmed my fragile and broken and exhausted heart. He finds ME captivating. He sees me. He sees my hurts. He sees my heart...and He RESCUES me in the moments I'm desperate to feel His Presence.
Thank You Lord...
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Time Marches On
Soooo...I know, I'm way off on the blogging thing...AGAIN. However, I have 4 REALLY good excuses. Alright, so mainly I have ONE really good excuse and he's really cute and squishy and makes A LOT of noise. (No, its not Rob.)
Okay, enough of the suspense...
Its a wombat cookie face. And yes, he is THAT cute and THAT DIRTY. In ALL of his glory, Joshua is now 7 1/2 months old and absolutely the apple of our eyes. This kid is very vocal. (I LOVE that our dear friend in FL says, "Girl, dat becuz he black and proud of it!" Yes Caldonia...he most certainly is!!!) Although my other theory is that he's the baby of the family (for the time being) and feels the need to put in his 2 cents...even if its at 230am, 330am, and then again at 430AM. Why must there be a fiesta in the wee hours of the morning? I don't know, but I'm so very thankful for the new mattress on the bottom bunk that I have had the privilege of sleeping on when I'm just too tired to go back to my own bed. Holy smokes going from 4 year old to infant has been a ROUGH transition! (I FEEL OLD!) Add to the fun that Josh is especially cranky because of the two bottom teeth he's trying to push through...AT THE SAME TIME. DEAR>LORD>HAVE>MERCY.
Josh is SUCH a joy. He is quick to smile and has the most contagious laugh. He's not quite crawling yet. Actually he hasn't displayed any interest in it either. I introduced Josh to my good friend's little boy who's about 6 weeks younger than Josh and is already army crawling and actually moving his feet for walking if you hold Gunner up...
I tried to show Josh and help him observe Gunner, but Josh was more concerned that mommy was holding another baby...so it was mostly a failed lesson of sharing rather than crawling competitions. At first I was abit concerned...then I remembered that there are 3 older siblings that fight (almost constantly) over who gets to hold the baby. GOOD.GRIEF!!!!! I'm always having to remind his big sisters that they need to leave him alone...Josh gets super annoyed after awhile and just wants some space and so his main form of announcing this little tidbit is to shriek this scream that makes my eyeballs and eardrums vibrate in unison. LOL WOWZERS. He is really good at sitting up and at his last appointment, Dr.Ryan told me that he has really good trunk control. Thats good...'cuz this boy has a big trunk!!! At his 6month appointment he was one ounce from 20lbs. NO WONDER HE'S SO HEAVY AFTER A SHORT TIME HOLDING HIM!?
I still haul him around in the MOBY, but he's almost too heavy and too grabby for me to do any chores in the house. I struggle some days with not getting anything done because he doesn't want to be held by anyone but me and being put in the bouncer is not only unacceptable, he will not even have it in sight! YIKES...so praying for the Lord to help me prioritize my time while he's napping is crucial lately. There are days that I'm completely exhausted, wondering why the Lord trusted me so much as to give me 4 children, but then I am grateful because we asked Him to bless our life.
I have seen my husband transform into this AMAZING, compassionate man. He has always been wonderful, but in the last year I have watched my husband struggle and wrestle with the Lord in ways that have ultimately changed his heart and attitude. While Rob and I both struggle to maintain a 'normal' schedule (is that really even realistic on a cop's shift work?) for our childrens' sake, it has been a cobblestone path of trial and error. But as I look back at the intricate design of our winding path with odd colors and chips in our stones, I see that God has been the pavement holding our cobblestones together and the soil that those stones are laid upon that have held our little family together to weather whatever storms have come. And let me tell you, we have had a few hail storms and hurricane type winds!
OH! A very interesting tip I received was from Duncan a few days ago in the car...when he announced to Rob and I that he and Josh were, in fact, TWINS! Nono, he's very serious...they are twins. "Mom!? I'm telling you! Josh and I are twins!"
Rob and I look at each other with a bit of humor and Rob looks at him in the rearview mirror, "Buddy, Joshua is your brother, but you aren't twins...I'm sorry. You are his BIG brother..." Incredulously Duncan looks at his father and retorts, "Uhm, yeah Dad we are. See? We have the same birthday. We are twins!"
"Duncan, your birthday is in May. Josh's birthday is in January. You are BROTHERS...not twins. Do you know what 'twins' means? It means you came out of the same mommy...at the SAME time."
"Dad!? We did come out of the same mommy!"
"Son, I hate to break it to you, but you came out of Mommy's tummy and Josh came out of his birth moms' tummy...so...can't be twins. And you are 5...Josh is a baby...do you understand?" Duncan was having NONE.OF.THIS. But he saw that he wasn't going to make us see his point of view and said, "Well, we are." I LOVE THIS ABOUT MY OLDEST SON!!!! He sees NOTHING different about his baby brother, rather Josh is an extension of himself...it makes me cry because my son has learned what some ADULTS are NEVER going to see nor want to learn: LOVE IS COLOR BLIND.
Recently I was completely sickened to my very core...disgusted to the point of vomiting. I mean, I KNEW that we'd run into racial slurs that would make anyone cringe...but I expected it to be from people I didn't actually know personally...certainly not friends...or those I thought to be. WOW. And here I thought my 'mama bear' was only engaged on the playground with the mean kids...HOLY FREAKING LOOK OUT...frothing at the mouth, get a brown bag to breathe in because I'm hyperventilating just try to maintain my COMPOSURE in front of my older kids... who can SEE that my eyeballs are about to pop out of my skull and by the sheer look of utter terror on their faces, something ugly is gonna happen...everyone take cover 'cuz Mama's about to lose her mind. (Have you gotten a picture of my bodily reaction to these comments? LOL!) This person actually asked me (KNOWING we have completed Josh's adoption) if we were 'trying build an f'ing plantation' because I mentioned that we were going to adopt at least once more. I.KID.YOU.NOT. At the moment this remark was said I'm pretty sure my jaw hit the floor and breath left my lungs. (It wasn't until much later when the words this person said actually registered in my brain and my children ran for cover and my eyeballs shot out of my skull like pingpong balls...so I had to look on Pinterest and learn how to put my eyeballs back into my head without damaging them further~FYI baking soda is a great way to help with that! heehee). I could not wrap my mind around what I just heard nor could my heart endure the fact that our family will surely face situations like this in the future. I guess because Josh is an INFANT (and completely delicious at that) I naively thought we wouldn't be encountering things like this for awhile. (Yes, and if you notice I admitted being NAIVE) I FORGET THAT MY SON IS BLACK! I FORGET THAT I DID NOT BIRTH THIS PRECIOUS CHILD! I'm actually shocked when people ask me if Joshua is my baby. However I get the BIGGEST kick out of my closest friends and family saying that Josh looks like me. I LOVE hearing this...I think my children are the most beautiful children God created...I understand I'm completely bias, but that is my right as their mother!!!! (I will admit that sometimes I think Duncan is much more 'beautiful' when he's in a DEEP sleep)
I totally get that we live in a community where diversity is NORMAL and that being a 'mixed' or biracial family is COMMON. But I absolutely do not believe that its okay for ANYONE to be so disrespectful or just flat out RACIST and ugly...especially about a child. If skin is stripped away, a body is a body is a body. Why does it matter so much!? Why!? I absolutely understand that its different here in the middle of America than it is in the south!? But I'm finding that its the WHITE population that seems to think that they can just say whatever the heck they feel like saying; to hell with the consequences and to hell with whoever hears their ugly and destructive words! And I feel like its not even FIRST GENERATION who has the biggest mouth about their beliefs regarding race and 'mixing cultures!?' Its the 2nd and 3rd who have to run their mouths like they know from personal experience. It makes me crazy. I have a physical reaction to the ignorance and flat out STUPIDITY that runs like verbal diarrhea from the mouthes of these kinds of people...okay have you ever seen Toy Story 3? You know the monkey that is watching the monitors in the office that bangs the cymbals? THAT IS ME!!!!! I'm not kidding...the freaking out motion with the arms banging together is me...except I'm making other sounds along with the screeching.
Anyway, these are the things that have been occupying my mind. But mostly, I love my life...and the idea of all that can be as long as we continue to seek the Lord's heart and will. So much excitement and faith that surrounds the decisions we make that will inevitably shape our future. (and yes, I was very serious when I mentioned that Josh is the baby...FOR NOW...) Ahhhhhh, back to life for the moment though...hungry cranky baby that needs to go to bed with a full belly and some undivided mommy time. Yep, its a great way to end a long day. :)
Okay, enough of the suspense...Its a wombat cookie face. And yes, he is THAT cute and THAT DIRTY. In ALL of his glory, Joshua is now 7 1/2 months old and absolutely the apple of our eyes. This kid is very vocal. (I LOVE that our dear friend in FL says, "Girl, dat becuz he black and proud of it!" Yes Caldonia...he most certainly is!!!) Although my other theory is that he's the baby of the family (for the time being) and feels the need to put in his 2 cents...even if its at 230am, 330am, and then again at 430AM. Why must there be a fiesta in the wee hours of the morning? I don't know, but I'm so very thankful for the new mattress on the bottom bunk that I have had the privilege of sleeping on when I'm just too tired to go back to my own bed. Holy smokes going from 4 year old to infant has been a ROUGH transition! (I FEEL OLD!) Add to the fun that Josh is especially cranky because of the two bottom teeth he's trying to push through...AT THE SAME TIME. DEAR>LORD>HAVE>MERCY.
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| "Mommy...seriously?" |
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| Gunner checking Josh out |
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| Joshua in the MOBY with daddy on our WY hike! |
I have seen my husband transform into this AMAZING, compassionate man. He has always been wonderful, but in the last year I have watched my husband struggle and wrestle with the Lord in ways that have ultimately changed his heart and attitude. While Rob and I both struggle to maintain a 'normal' schedule (is that really even realistic on a cop's shift work?) for our childrens' sake, it has been a cobblestone path of trial and error. But as I look back at the intricate design of our winding path with odd colors and chips in our stones, I see that God has been the pavement holding our cobblestones together and the soil that those stones are laid upon that have held our little family together to weather whatever storms have come. And let me tell you, we have had a few hail storms and hurricane type winds!
OH! A very interesting tip I received was from Duncan a few days ago in the car...when he announced to Rob and I that he and Josh were, in fact, TWINS! Nono, he's very serious...they are twins. "Mom!? I'm telling you! Josh and I are twins!"
Rob and I look at each other with a bit of humor and Rob looks at him in the rearview mirror, "Buddy, Joshua is your brother, but you aren't twins...I'm sorry. You are his BIG brother..." Incredulously Duncan looks at his father and retorts, "Uhm, yeah Dad we are. See? We have the same birthday. We are twins!"
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| my twins :) |
"Dad!? We did come out of the same mommy!"
"Son, I hate to break it to you, but you came out of Mommy's tummy and Josh came out of his birth moms' tummy...so...can't be twins. And you are 5...Josh is a baby...do you understand?" Duncan was having NONE.OF.THIS. But he saw that he wasn't going to make us see his point of view and said, "Well, we are." I LOVE THIS ABOUT MY OLDEST SON!!!! He sees NOTHING different about his baby brother, rather Josh is an extension of himself...it makes me cry because my son has learned what some ADULTS are NEVER going to see nor want to learn: LOVE IS COLOR BLIND.
Recently I was completely sickened to my very core...disgusted to the point of vomiting. I mean, I KNEW that we'd run into racial slurs that would make anyone cringe...but I expected it to be from people I didn't actually know personally...certainly not friends...or those I thought to be. WOW. And here I thought my 'mama bear' was only engaged on the playground with the mean kids...HOLY FREAKING LOOK OUT...frothing at the mouth, get a brown bag to breathe in because I'm hyperventilating just try to maintain my COMPOSURE in front of my older kids... who can SEE that my eyeballs are about to pop out of my skull and by the sheer look of utter terror on their faces, something ugly is gonna happen...everyone take cover 'cuz Mama's about to lose her mind. (Have you gotten a picture of my bodily reaction to these comments? LOL!) This person actually asked me (KNOWING we have completed Josh's adoption) if we were 'trying build an f'ing plantation' because I mentioned that we were going to adopt at least once more. I.KID.YOU.NOT. At the moment this remark was said I'm pretty sure my jaw hit the floor and breath left my lungs. (It wasn't until much later when the words this person said actually registered in my brain and my children ran for cover and my eyeballs shot out of my skull like pingpong balls...so I had to look on Pinterest and learn how to put my eyeballs back into my head without damaging them further~FYI baking soda is a great way to help with that! heehee). I could not wrap my mind around what I just heard nor could my heart endure the fact that our family will surely face situations like this in the future. I guess because Josh is an INFANT (and completely delicious at that) I naively thought we wouldn't be encountering things like this for awhile. (Yes, and if you notice I admitted being NAIVE) I FORGET THAT MY SON IS BLACK! I FORGET THAT I DID NOT BIRTH THIS PRECIOUS CHILD! I'm actually shocked when people ask me if Joshua is my baby. However I get the BIGGEST kick out of my closest friends and family saying that Josh looks like me. I LOVE hearing this...I think my children are the most beautiful children God created...I understand I'm completely bias, but that is my right as their mother!!!! (I will admit that sometimes I think Duncan is much more 'beautiful' when he's in a DEEP sleep)
I totally get that we live in a community where diversity is NORMAL and that being a 'mixed' or biracial family is COMMON. But I absolutely do not believe that its okay for ANYONE to be so disrespectful or just flat out RACIST and ugly...especially about a child. If skin is stripped away, a body is a body is a body. Why does it matter so much!? Why!? I absolutely understand that its different here in the middle of America than it is in the south!? But I'm finding that its the WHITE population that seems to think that they can just say whatever the heck they feel like saying; to hell with the consequences and to hell with whoever hears their ugly and destructive words! And I feel like its not even FIRST GENERATION who has the biggest mouth about their beliefs regarding race and 'mixing cultures!?' Its the 2nd and 3rd who have to run their mouths like they know from personal experience. It makes me crazy. I have a physical reaction to the ignorance and flat out STUPIDITY that runs like verbal diarrhea from the mouthes of these kinds of people...okay have you ever seen Toy Story 3? You know the monkey that is watching the monitors in the office that bangs the cymbals? THAT IS ME!!!!! I'm not kidding...the freaking out motion with the arms banging together is me...except I'm making other sounds along with the screeching.
Anyway, these are the things that have been occupying my mind. But mostly, I love my life...and the idea of all that can be as long as we continue to seek the Lord's heart and will. So much excitement and faith that surrounds the decisions we make that will inevitably shape our future. (and yes, I was very serious when I mentioned that Josh is the baby...FOR NOW...) Ahhhhhh, back to life for the moment though...hungry cranky baby that needs to go to bed with a full belly and some undivided mommy time. Yep, its a great way to end a long day. :)
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Just a little information
YAY! So exciting. Our Colorado agency that we used for our adoption with Joshua, Colorado Adoption Center, has a website that you can check out! We LOVED every part of our journey with this agency. Our case workers were absolutely there for us and are still very much apart of our lives. I hate when I hear stories of families that had NIGHTMARISH experiences with any agency, but so excited to be able to share another option with families wanting to walk down the adoption road.
Its not an easy road...at.all. Its hard...and emotional...but honestly, WHAT PREGNANCY ISN'T!? I've been pregnant 3 times and let me tell you, with all due respect, our paper pregnancy with Josh was by far the hardest. Not because of stretch marks I received as a physical attribute of growing a precious child in my womb or the weight roller coster, but emotional and mental stretch marks that built my faith and grew my heart, instead of my body. There is nothing more intimate than walking through an adoption with your family. I'm not talking about extended family, but rather the immediate family that grieves to hold the child you know God has in mind for your family. Our older children have loved Joshua from the moment we began talking about him and only grew stronger the moment we walked in the door and introduced Josh to them as they anxiously bounced around in ecstasy, eager to see his precious face in person. They KNEW Josh was apart of our family and loved him unconditionally. I might also add that my daughters, who are 8 and 7, have come to the conclusion that I'm incompetent as a parent since I'm CONSTANTLY having to remind them that I am capable of handling the baby on my own... and he actually needs to be set down so he can learn to crawl and eventually walk. Since they find this preposterous, I'm hoping he actually learns to crawl BEFORE he's 3.
At any rate, I absolutely wanted to get the word out there that CAC's website it up and ready to view!!! We would recommend them EVERY time to ANYONE looking to adopt. They are HONEST and CARE ABOUT THEIR FAMILIES AND BIRTH MOMS. We plan on using them again with our next adoption...I pray that God makes your paths straight and gives you wisdom as you seek His will. May God bless you as you embrace adoption!!!!!!! (you can click on 'Colorado Adoption Center' for their direct link!)
Its not an easy road...at.all. Its hard...and emotional...but honestly, WHAT PREGNANCY ISN'T!? I've been pregnant 3 times and let me tell you, with all due respect, our paper pregnancy with Josh was by far the hardest. Not because of stretch marks I received as a physical attribute of growing a precious child in my womb or the weight roller coster, but emotional and mental stretch marks that built my faith and grew my heart, instead of my body. There is nothing more intimate than walking through an adoption with your family. I'm not talking about extended family, but rather the immediate family that grieves to hold the child you know God has in mind for your family. Our older children have loved Joshua from the moment we began talking about him and only grew stronger the moment we walked in the door and introduced Josh to them as they anxiously bounced around in ecstasy, eager to see his precious face in person. They KNEW Josh was apart of our family and loved him unconditionally. I might also add that my daughters, who are 8 and 7, have come to the conclusion that I'm incompetent as a parent since I'm CONSTANTLY having to remind them that I am capable of handling the baby on my own... and he actually needs to be set down so he can learn to crawl and eventually walk. Since they find this preposterous, I'm hoping he actually learns to crawl BEFORE he's 3.
At any rate, I absolutely wanted to get the word out there that CAC's website it up and ready to view!!! We would recommend them EVERY time to ANYONE looking to adopt. They are HONEST and CARE ABOUT THEIR FAMILIES AND BIRTH MOMS. We plan on using them again with our next adoption...I pray that God makes your paths straight and gives you wisdom as you seek His will. May God bless you as you embrace adoption!!!!!!! (you can click on 'Colorado Adoption Center' for their direct link!)
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