We get comments..."You are SO brave to bring your day care to the store!""You have your hands full!""You brought the zoo!"And the questions..."Which ones are yours?" I kind of hate that question...the answer is: All of them"Can't you have kids?" As far as I know, we can. Although, it is an odd question. Hey lady, is your... Continue Reading →
We are aaalllll done except for one hunk of paper that we are waiting and waiting for. It is the 171-h. I am not really sure what purpose it serves, except that I have to have it. And it has something to do with immigration. When it is delivered there is a possibility I will kiss the... Continue Reading →
Ever since we have committed to adopting Auggie, I have been noticing a pattern. A pattern of complaining about blessings. Whining about privileges. I think we have always done this, I just haven't noticed quite how much until confronted with the reality of adopting another child. A child in a poverty-ridden country. A child with... Continue Reading →
Friends, Since we committed to Auggie on September 30 we have done mountains of paperwork. MOUNTAINS. Every minute, minuscule crack and crevice of our life is now documented. Everyone should be pleased to know that I tested negative for syphilis and gonorrhea.Eastern Europe will know me better than my own mother. We have FOUR major documents we are waiting... Continue Reading →
We are taking one of our kids to a new doctor.I know we need to go. I don't want to.My son is a little older now. And he is starting to wonder why he screams and other kids don't. And why sleeping is so difficult.And why the way things feel can make him throw a... Continue Reading →
Oh, friends.What a surprising few weeks we have had.We are soon to be The 9 Irons. We sound like golf clubs. We are adopting again. Only this time it is from Eastern Europe. Nigel and I have discussed the possibility of doing international adoptions before, but it was always in the "oh-that-would-be-nice-one-day" sort of way. Not... Continue Reading →
Today we are back in business. Pencils are sharpened.Paper and dividers are crisp and new.New books.New curricula.Schedule is written and ready to be followed.This morning I was ready.Ready for a great day filled with smiles.Ready to teach.Ready to learn.I was ready.Then the day began.Sweet Moses...I was W-R-O-N-G.I don't mean wrong like 2 + 2 =... Continue Reading →
Joseph is possibly one of the sweetest people put on the planet. He has been that way ever since I have known him. He is kind and compassionate. He shares without being told. He is encouraging and polite. He really is just sweet. Joseph came to live with us for the first time when he... Continue Reading →
Some reasons we homeschool...1. Sometimes I let the kids sleep in!!! hallelujah.Truthfully, most mornings, we are up at 6:30. And I feel guilty sleeping in...and sometimes sleeping wreaks havoc on our schedule (see Expectations blog)...but some mornings, I lay around for an extra hour. On those mornings I work on a blog, or eat toast in peace,... Continue Reading →
Corban misses Ms. Sweetie...The girl he was determined to dislike. After all, she is a girl. But he still misses her. The girl who took his cookie and kicked him. The girl he read to every night. The girl with whom he planned and performed puppet shows. Every night. He misses her. He came in the living room with... Continue Reading →
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