A few pics for a start of a happy day! Enjoy
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Quilt update
I have been a little behind in getting out the "quilt" news.
Several friends and family members have asked if it is too late to send a block for Elisha's quilt. If you didn't read the initial posting about the quilt last year click here.
I now think any size any color would do. I've only received about 5 squares- so, please, if you'd like to do this, don't feel like you are behind at all. In fact- I most likely won't be able to do much with it just yet- still settling in- that kind of thing.
Do you need a deadline? Please get it to me as soon as you can. How about before the July 4th holidays? That's enough time for our corn seed we just planted to grow to maturity :0) (but sooner would be much better- I have many folks telling me these wonderfully long afternoon naps won't last much longer. ..........HHHHHmmmmmmm There are just some things we just like to find out on our own, aren't there- look at me- I'm already thinking about not having the nap time rather than enjoying the moment.
How many times can God recast this clay of ours? I'm afraid I keep throwing chunks in the mix as He keeps refining my heart.
So, thank you to all that will help with this. I'm sure it will mean a great deal to our teenage or preteen son as he is questioning why he was adopted and if he was ever truly loved. I really want that question to be put to rest for him. I know he is soo loved and my goal in this quilt and scrap book is to give him unquestionable proof :)
Several friends and family members have asked if it is too late to send a block for Elisha's quilt. If you didn't read the initial posting about the quilt last year click here.
I now think any size any color would do. I've only received about 5 squares- so, please, if you'd like to do this, don't feel like you are behind at all. In fact- I most likely won't be able to do much with it just yet- still settling in- that kind of thing.
Do you need a deadline? Please get it to me as soon as you can. How about before the July 4th holidays? That's enough time for our corn seed we just planted to grow to maturity :0) (but sooner would be much better- I have many folks telling me these wonderfully long afternoon naps won't last much longer. ..........HHHHHmmmmmmm There are just some things we just like to find out on our own, aren't there- look at me- I'm already thinking about not having the nap time rather than enjoying the moment.
How many times can God recast this clay of ours? I'm afraid I keep throwing chunks in the mix as He keeps refining my heart.
So, thank you to all that will help with this. I'm sure it will mean a great deal to our teenage or preteen son as he is questioning why he was adopted and if he was ever truly loved. I really want that question to be put to rest for him. I know he is soo loved and my goal in this quilt and scrap book is to give him unquestionable proof :)
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
cute stories
Tim had to work yesterday. So Eli and I had t
he day to ourselves to play and check out getting dirty outside. We played with the trucks from Aunt Amity and Uncle Justin. I was trying to do the guy thing and show him, along with noises how the heavy machinery works. I think guys do a better job at this- must be the deeper voices? hehe
He actually played with the limestone screening. I wasn't sure if he would, since he's still a bit hesitant with new "feels". He wouldn't touch the sand in our friend's sandbox last week- so I was surprised to see him just reach right in and grab handfuls of the fines.
So we went from there to the garden where he helped me pull weeds and stick the steaks in the ground. He loved washing up at the pump outside- and we got all wet :)
After coming back in for his snack, I asked if he
wanted to help Mama fix chicken for dinner. He immediately ran to the door yelling Cock-a-doo, Cock-a-doo. and pointing to go out. Hmmmmm- it was just 11- we'd have time to go see the chickens, say hi to Mamaw and Tatia (aunt) Paula and make it back before lunch. So, we headed out. This is Eli with Tim in with the peeps last week. It was what he was longing to repeat......
So, off we went. As we were crossing the road between our house and Mamaw's I thought he might like to learn to stop and smell the flowers...... So we walked over to Mamaw's beautiful Magnolia tree. I had been so afraid it would be injured with the last frost we had- but it is magnificent.
So, we walked over and up the little incline to the tree. I steadied him on the hill and began to back up to get a little perspective on the picture. How cute, I'm thinking to myself, when suddenly, my back foot begins to slide down the hill.
OOOOhhhh Grosss!!!!! a pile of dog poo, and now I'm in it. Yuck!! So, I quickly wipe it off, point to the flowers on the tree and tell Elisha to smell the flowers.
Poor little guy. He is understanding so much English. I don't think he understands smell and flower together yet, though. He made a face and began to bend over........ to smell the pooo!!!!!!
I couldn't help but laugh- I stopped him, of course, and said, no silly- not the poo- and pointed to the tree- the flower on the tree. So, anyway, thought I'd share a little of the fun and silliness we get to have together.
Thank you, God, for sun filled days, laughter and the blessings that come with parenthood. May they always outweigh the work and frustration!!!
he day to ourselves to play and check out getting dirty outside. We played with the trucks from Aunt Amity and Uncle Justin. I was trying to do the guy thing and show him, along with noises how the heavy machinery works. I think guys do a better job at this- must be the deeper voices? heheHe actually played with the limestone screening. I wasn't sure if he would, since he's still a bit hesitant with new "feels". He wouldn't touch the sand in our friend's sandbox last week- so I was surprised to see him just reach right in and grab handfuls of the fines.
So we went from there to the garden where he helped me pull weeds and stick the steaks in the ground. He loved washing up at the pump outside- and we got all wet :)
After coming back in for his snack, I asked if he
wanted to help Mama fix chicken for dinner. He immediately ran to the door yelling Cock-a-doo, Cock-a-doo. and pointing to go out. Hmmmmm- it was just 11- we'd have time to go see the chickens, say hi to Mamaw and Tatia (aunt) Paula and make it back before lunch. So, we headed out. This is Eli with Tim in with the peeps last week. It was what he was longing to repeat......So, off we went. As we were crossing the road between our house and Mamaw's I thought he might like to learn to stop and smell the flowers...... So we walked over to Mamaw's beautiful Magnolia tree. I had been so afraid it would be injured with the last frost we had- but it is magnificent.
So, we walked over and up the little incline to the tree. I steadied him on the hill and began to back up to get a little perspective on the picture. How cute, I'm thinking to myself, when suddenly, my back foot begins to slide down the hill.
OOOOhhhh Grosss!!!!! a pile of dog poo, and now I'm in it. Yuck!! So, I quickly wipe it off, point to the flowers on the tree and tell Elisha to smell the flowers. Poor little guy. He is understanding so much English. I don't think he understands smell and flower together yet, though. He made a face and began to bend over........ to smell the pooo!!!!!!
I couldn't help but laugh- I stopped him, of course, and said, no silly- not the poo- and pointed to the tree- the flower on the tree. So, anyway, thought I'd share a little of the fun and silliness we get to have together.
Thank you, God, for sun filled days, laughter and the blessings that come with parenthood. May they always outweigh the work and frustration!!!
First Communion
Sunday was a first for us, on many levels. We received a call last week asking if we would be able to do communion. I said that we were not placing Elisha in the nursery yet (which is good,since we found out this week that he is positive for giardia, **sigh**- but it's very treatable **yeah** but the antibiotic is nasty **sigh** :0)
so he would be with us. That is fine.
So, fast forward to Sunday. It was Elisha's first time to sit through the whole service. He was so good- only a few La la la's during Pastor Brian's sermon. So, we reached the end of the sermon, time for communion. We had it worked out with Tim's sister that if he got rowdy, she'd come relieve me and I'd leave with him.
We walked up front and received the elements. We do communion by intinction- where we have the bread in a basket, the juice in a goblet and each person files past and receives the bread, symbolizing the body of Christ, broken for us, and they dip it into the juice, symbolizing the blood of Christ shed as a redemption of our sins.
Eli and I had the bread, Tim the chalice of grape juice. When we were walking up to receive the elements, Eli was waving to everyone- Hi! Hi! wave, wave, Hi! For many, it may have been the first time seeing him with us- we've been laying low in the back for the past few weeks. We saw many faces light up with the joy that only a small child that is loved by many can bring. SO many of these dear folk prayed earnestly with us over the past 2 years to bring this little guy home.
So, he tried to grab the bread at first. Then, he was perfectly angelic, just watching from the safety of my arms while everyone filed past. He, at some level, seemed to understand the seriousness of the event taking place in front of him. He waited until we were all done and then opened his mouth like a little birdie. I gave him a small piece of bread (sans the juice) and as he ate it and we walked back to our seats, he was still and resting his head on my shoulder. Thank you, God. We have been praying that he would know you and understand you. It may have been a fluke that he behaved as he did. It may be an understanding far beyond his reasoning powers. I chose to believe the later, given the amount of prayer and love that has already been poured into his life.
So, before he is even 2, he was actually 23 months old on Sunday, our son is already volunteering at church, and loving it. What a blessing!
so he would be with us. That is fine.
So, fast forward to Sunday. It was Elisha's first time to sit through the whole service. He was so good- only a few La la la's during Pastor Brian's sermon. So, we reached the end of the sermon, time for communion. We had it worked out with Tim's sister that if he got rowdy, she'd come relieve me and I'd leave with him.
We walked up front and received the elements. We do communion by intinction- where we have the bread in a basket, the juice in a goblet and each person files past and receives the bread, symbolizing the body of Christ, broken for us, and they dip it into the juice, symbolizing the blood of Christ shed as a redemption of our sins.
Eli and I had the bread, Tim the chalice of grape juice. When we were walking up to receive the elements, Eli was waving to everyone- Hi! Hi! wave, wave, Hi! For many, it may have been the first time seeing him with us- we've been laying low in the back for the past few weeks. We saw many faces light up with the joy that only a small child that is loved by many can bring. SO many of these dear folk prayed earnestly with us over the past 2 years to bring this little guy home.
So, he tried to grab the bread at first. Then, he was perfectly angelic, just watching from the safety of my arms while everyone filed past. He, at some level, seemed to understand the seriousness of the event taking place in front of him. He waited until we were all done and then opened his mouth like a little birdie. I gave him a small piece of bread (sans the juice) and as he ate it and we walked back to our seats, he was still and resting his head on my shoulder. Thank you, God. We have been praying that he would know you and understand you. It may have been a fluke that he behaved as he did. It may be an understanding far beyond his reasoning powers. I chose to believe the later, given the amount of prayer and love that has already been poured into his life.
So, before he is even 2, he was actually 23 months old on Sunday, our son is already volunteering at church, and loving it. What a blessing!
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Surrender
I have a fellow blogger, adoptive mom through the same agency that I love following her posts. She had such a difficult time with her adoption- the region and judge were very Anti-American- but she is such a bright star, shining for Jesus through it all.
She posted not long after she returned home with a post titled simple but not easy, easy but not simple. In it she talked about how in America it is Easy. We have everything we need and much more. Running, drinkable water. Family. Jobs. Etc. But it's not simple here. It is very complicated.
In Russia, everything was simple, but not easy. There was little we had to do. Little under our control, in the way of where we had to go and when. We didn't have to worry about jobs, expectations of family and friends, our volunteer postitions. No cell phones or fire alarms calling us away. But we had to forage out for food. We were stuck in a hotel room with a toddler as first time parents.
But we were together in a little cocoon- just the three of us. We only had to get by moment by moment, bonding together and getting to know each other a little more each day. We didn't have to worry about if he was bonded enough with us to forage out into the world on his own. We didn't have to be concerned about getting back into jobs.
For the type A personality I have developed over the years, this sense of loss of control could be almost disabling. Part of me deals with some anger that I have spent almost every free moment during the past 2 years reading every article and book I can find on adoption- how the children react, problems to look for, ways to enhance the "bonding" between parents and children, attended webinars on sensory perception disorders, etc, etc, etc. Now I know that many think I read too much- but I have been really praying about this. I feel that Tim as the head has the responsibility before God for our family and the spiritual attitude of the house- but I am equally responsible for the life of our son before God. I really feel that we are doing the best we can for our son- and I laugh as I consider my sister-in-laws words- you are the Mama. You get to say how your child is raised. Everyone else can give you advice- but you are the Mama and you have to raise your child as you feel God leading you to. Thanks, Tara.
So, all this to say- I keep trying to do it on my own. The theme through all the above is me, me, me. How I feel etc. What it needs to be is how is God leading me? What is God telling me through all this? So- we sang this song last week called Surrender that I already mentioned. I have been so thoroughly soaked in this song this week. Not all of it at one time- but the words and the melody have been breathing life back into my weary soul as I once again remind myself that God is in control and all I have to do is trust , spend time with Him and listen. Thank you God for speaking into my heart and reminding me to let it go and give it all to You. You've already solved all the problems that plague me and keep me awake at night. You are sooo in control. I love you!!
This is a little long ( AS IF....... but in computer world- and in blog world a little over 4 minutes seems like forever when you are in a hurry- but this is well worth it. If nothing else, let the music soak over you while you check your email.........)
Then, once you've listened to that, this song is amazing, too- a little more upbeat version than what I've heard from Kutlass before:
She posted not long after she returned home with a post titled simple but not easy, easy but not simple. In it she talked about how in America it is Easy. We have everything we need and much more. Running, drinkable water. Family. Jobs. Etc. But it's not simple here. It is very complicated.
In Russia, everything was simple, but not easy. There was little we had to do. Little under our control, in the way of where we had to go and when. We didn't have to worry about jobs, expectations of family and friends, our volunteer postitions. No cell phones or fire alarms calling us away. But we had to forage out for food. We were stuck in a hotel room with a toddler as first time parents.
But we were together in a little cocoon- just the three of us. We only had to get by moment by moment, bonding together and getting to know each other a little more each day. We didn't have to worry about if he was bonded enough with us to forage out into the world on his own. We didn't have to be concerned about getting back into jobs.
For the type A personality I have developed over the years, this sense of loss of control could be almost disabling. Part of me deals with some anger that I have spent almost every free moment during the past 2 years reading every article and book I can find on adoption- how the children react, problems to look for, ways to enhance the "bonding" between parents and children, attended webinars on sensory perception disorders, etc, etc, etc. Now I know that many think I read too much- but I have been really praying about this. I feel that Tim as the head has the responsibility before God for our family and the spiritual attitude of the house- but I am equally responsible for the life of our son before God. I really feel that we are doing the best we can for our son- and I laugh as I consider my sister-in-laws words- you are the Mama. You get to say how your child is raised. Everyone else can give you advice- but you are the Mama and you have to raise your child as you feel God leading you to. Thanks, Tara.
So, all this to say- I keep trying to do it on my own. The theme through all the above is me, me, me. How I feel etc. What it needs to be is how is God leading me? What is God telling me through all this? So- we sang this song last week called Surrender that I already mentioned. I have been so thoroughly soaked in this song this week. Not all of it at one time- but the words and the melody have been breathing life back into my weary soul as I once again remind myself that God is in control and all I have to do is trust , spend time with Him and listen. Thank you God for speaking into my heart and reminding me to let it go and give it all to You. You've already solved all the problems that plague me and keep me awake at night. You are sooo in control. I love you!!
This is a little long ( AS IF....... but in computer world- and in blog world a little over 4 minutes seems like forever when you are in a hurry- but this is well worth it. If nothing else, let the music soak over you while you check your email.........)
Then, once you've listened to that, this song is amazing, too- a little more upbeat version than what I've heard from Kutlass before:
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Colorful Language
I stand amazed.
Utterly amazed.
It really blows my mind if I let it.
I thought I loved my son before. I thought the love that had been growing for 2 years before we brought him home was so full. I was amazed when we got to Russia - I think I commented that I felt like the grinch- my heart growing many sizes more.
It continues to deepen.
The struggles, the tantrums, the screaming- they are fading. Almost as soon as they are over- and I don't remember. I feel these chubby little arms around my neck, I feel a sweet slobbery kiss on my face, I hear a Mama come from beautiful little lips.
What is God's love like? I know we describe it as boundless. I love my family. I love my husband- that really stretched my heart with all the love God gave me for my wonderful man- I thought I had just about achieved that love quotient that I was able to attain here on Earth. ( I know those of you with Grandchildren on your knees are smiling sweetly, thinking if you only knew what was in store for you.........)
I realize that I have only been seeing my love for our son in partial color. It seems more and more that God's glorious light is flooding the scene, making everything take on the most beautiful colors.
God's colorful language of Love- what an amazing blessing that He shares with us this side of heaven. Can you imagine what heaven must look like? Forget Claritin clear- I want God clear :)
Finished reading a book today. There was an amazing thought in it.
The author, Mae Nunn, in her book "Lone Star Courtship" closes her book out with a little note.
Dear Reader,
You've probably heard the saying that there is a God-shaped hole in your heart that only He can fill. But have you ever considered the opposite is true? There is a void in God's heart that will only be satisfied by you. Our Father created us to desire relationships with others, but more importantly to seek after an everlasting bond with Him. He misses you when you're too busy to hear His voice. He searches for you when you are lost in the pressures of the day. He hears when you call out in distress and He's always prepared to meet you where you are.
We live lives that are ten pounds of sugar in a five-pound sack. Eventually our seams will burst from the pressure if we allow the most important relationship to suffer. Don't wait for a crisis that forces you to bend your knee, be still and allow God to take control. Go to Him today with praise for the promise that all things work together for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.
Proverbs 16:3
Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed.
Thanks Mae. These are good words.
Blessings to you all- and cultivate your hearts- grow this love- it is soo amazing to be experiencing it first hand now.
Utterly amazed.
It really blows my mind if I let it.
I thought I loved my son before. I thought the love that had been growing for 2 years before we brought him home was so full. I was amazed when we got to Russia - I think I commented that I felt like the grinch- my heart growing many sizes more.
It continues to deepen.
The struggles, the tantrums, the screaming- they are fading. Almost as soon as they are over- and I don't remember. I feel these chubby little arms around my neck, I feel a sweet slobbery kiss on my face, I hear a Mama come from beautiful little lips.
What is God's love like? I know we describe it as boundless. I love my family. I love my husband- that really stretched my heart with all the love God gave me for my wonderful man- I thought I had just about achieved that love quotient that I was able to attain here on Earth. ( I know those of you with Grandchildren on your knees are smiling sweetly, thinking if you only knew what was in store for you.........)
I realize that I have only been seeing my love for our son in partial color. It seems more and more that God's glorious light is flooding the scene, making everything take on the most beautiful colors.
God's colorful language of Love- what an amazing blessing that He shares with us this side of heaven. Can you imagine what heaven must look like? Forget Claritin clear- I want God clear :)
Finished reading a book today. There was an amazing thought in it.
The author, Mae Nunn, in her book "Lone Star Courtship" closes her book out with a little note.
Dear Reader,
You've probably heard the saying that there is a God-shaped hole in your heart that only He can fill. But have you ever considered the opposite is true? There is a void in God's heart that will only be satisfied by you. Our Father created us to desire relationships with others, but more importantly to seek after an everlasting bond with Him. He misses you when you're too busy to hear His voice. He searches for you when you are lost in the pressures of the day. He hears when you call out in distress and He's always prepared to meet you where you are.
We live lives that are ten pounds of sugar in a five-pound sack. Eventually our seams will burst from the pressure if we allow the most important relationship to suffer. Don't wait for a crisis that forces you to bend your knee, be still and allow God to take control. Go to Him today with praise for the promise that all things work together for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.
Proverbs 16:3
Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed.
Thanks Mae. These are good words.
Blessings to you all- and cultivate your hearts- grow this love- it is soo amazing to be experiencing it first hand now.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
WonderBoy
I was so proud of Elisha tonight. He laid down in the bathtub!! He was really uncertain about it at first- but once he had his head back in the water- he loved it. He cautiously gave me a "odeen, dva, yee" and splashed the water on his head. (That would be really close to the Russian for 1,2,3)
I can still remember how much I loved to lay back in the water. What an amazing feeling- I could tell when he got a little water in his ear- his whole body had a shiver. Remember that feeling? Almost like the water was going all the way through your head (OK- no blond jokes here, pleese...............)
I am so impressed with all our son is able to do. He's been practicing walking backwards, building puzzles (the wooden kind) and putting the shapes into the right places on the ball. Unfortunately, he can't quite get the letters down yet. (Don't think I'm an over achiever mom- just saddened that he can't communicate with us what he wants as easily as he wants to)
Just about everything is mama- I am Mama, Molly, the dog, is mama, mylinke (small) is mama- sometimes even Papa is mama- at least in how Elisha says our names :0) His chanting phrase as he's doing stuff is ma ma ma ma............
Bedtime, bathtime and potty time. The only times little ones have any control over. My mom tells me strong willed children are difficult to raise, but grow up to do great things. I can't wait to see what God has in store for our amazing little guy.
Have I mentioned how thankful I am for the amazing weather we've had the last week? It has been chilly, but BBBEEEAAAAUUUTTTIIIIFFUUUULLLLL !!!!! MAmaw and Papaw got in the peeps (little baby chicks)this week. Eli had a sneak peak- I think he liked 
the big ones better- he went right up to the door today and said Cock-a-doo in a very loud voice. He and the rooster really had quite a conversation.
the big ones better- he went right up to the door today and said Cock-a-doo in a very loud voice. He and the rooster really had quite a conversation.We went from there to Papaw's tractor sitting out in the yard. Papaw and Papa were working with a neighbor to cut some trees down into lumber that can be used for many of the woodworking projects Papaw has in mind.
He was very happy to stay in Mama's arms as we watched this process taking place. (Mama didn't mind this a bit- arms hugging tight to my neck as we watch the men we love working :))
So today, as we are walking back from visiting the peeps, Papa came up the driveway, home from a day of teaching. Eli jumped right in with his Papa and "helped" him drive the rest of the way up the driveway. Thank you God for sunfilled days, signs of new life everywhere we look and friends and family that love us.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Love in the midst of Chaos
I often wonder if we unknowingly as parents of toddlers sign an unwritten contract that we don't share with anyone else the chaos and the angst that sooo often comes with toddlers.
I am thankful that our son is exhibiting all the signs and symptoms of being a typical toddler- just a few months shy of 2. That means the bonding process, most likely, is going well, he feels comfortable in his place in this new environment and knows that we love him and won't leave him.
My hairline is a different matter. (from pulling my hair out...... :0)lol)
I had a thought on my heart the other day. It is during the ear shattering yelling and crying and fit throwing that we have the greatest opportunity to show our child the complete love of God for them. It is at that point that we have "reached our lowest" and are firmly located in the valley- Thank you, God, that even here You reach Your hand down and give us that extra measure of grace- sometimes to just walk away for a minute. It is here that Your love is all we have left in us to give. Our love, though deep, becomes almost buried under the chaos around us. Thank you that Your love shines through to touch our child.
Thank you that you trust us with this beautiful child. Let us remember the wonderful and great times in the midst of the chaos that threatens reason and sanity. Thank you for gently guiding us to be the parents you mean us to be. Thank you that I am realizing that at those moments you never stop talking to us- you are just whispering. I pray you'd tune my ears to your whisper, allow me to tune out the more cacophonous noises around me so I can follow your leading. 'Cause at those moments, the flesh in me is screaming pretty loudly :0) ('tho not quite as loud as our son- what a great set of lungs- we'll have to invest in voice lessons :)
For those out there in the waiting- it is trying. It is the most difficult thing you will ever love. And just when you think you can't stand another moment and you are going to go insane and you wonder what ever possessed you to embark on this adventure, your child comes running across the room, throwing them self into your arms in sweet abandon, kissing and hugging all over you. And everything else kinda seems to disappear. Almost like the electricity going out at a head banging concert- sudden peace- almost disorienting:)
I asked some close friends at church on Sunday why no one ever tells you how hard it is with toddlers. They replied that it is a memory that is blocked. They remember it as I speak of our experience, but the memory, though a painful one at times, has been deleted from their memory. I guess one more item in our family that gives us a view of giving birth, as that, too, seems to be forgotten quickly.
Father, allow us to focus on the amazing firsts our son is experiencing. Thank you for letting us see the world in a new way, fresh and vibrant way through the eyes of our son. Thank you for grace and strength to be the parents you planned for us to be when you first designed our souls. I lift our little one up to you and pray that we will be able to direct him to you and that he will know Your love. Thank you.
I am thankful that our son is exhibiting all the signs and symptoms of being a typical toddler- just a few months shy of 2. That means the bonding process, most likely, is going well, he feels comfortable in his place in this new environment and knows that we love him and won't leave him.
My hairline is a different matter. (from pulling my hair out...... :0)lol)
I had a thought on my heart the other day. It is during the ear shattering yelling and crying and fit throwing that we have the greatest opportunity to show our child the complete love of God for them. It is at that point that we have "reached our lowest" and are firmly located in the valley- Thank you, God, that even here You reach Your hand down and give us that extra measure of grace- sometimes to just walk away for a minute. It is here that Your love is all we have left in us to give. Our love, though deep, becomes almost buried under the chaos around us. Thank you that Your love shines through to touch our child.
Thank you that you trust us with this beautiful child. Let us remember the wonderful and great times in the midst of the chaos that threatens reason and sanity. Thank you for gently guiding us to be the parents you mean us to be. Thank you that I am realizing that at those moments you never stop talking to us- you are just whispering. I pray you'd tune my ears to your whisper, allow me to tune out the more cacophonous noises around me so I can follow your leading. 'Cause at those moments, the flesh in me is screaming pretty loudly :0) ('tho not quite as loud as our son- what a great set of lungs- we'll have to invest in voice lessons :)
For those out there in the waiting- it is trying. It is the most difficult thing you will ever love. And just when you think you can't stand another moment and you are going to go insane and you wonder what ever possessed you to embark on this adventure, your child comes running across the room, throwing them self into your arms in sweet abandon, kissing and hugging all over you. And everything else kinda seems to disappear. Almost like the electricity going out at a head banging concert- sudden peace- almost disorienting:)
I asked some close friends at church on Sunday why no one ever tells you how hard it is with toddlers. They replied that it is a memory that is blocked. They remember it as I speak of our experience, but the memory, though a painful one at times, has been deleted from their memory. I guess one more item in our family that gives us a view of giving birth, as that, too, seems to be forgotten quickly.
Father, allow us to focus on the amazing firsts our son is experiencing. Thank you for letting us see the world in a new way, fresh and vibrant way through the eyes of our son. Thank you for grace and strength to be the parents you planned for us to be when you first designed our souls. I lift our little one up to you and pray that we will be able to direct him to you and that he will know Your love. Thank you.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Lots of pictures
This precious picture of our little guy is from Moscow, as we were working on training- Stroller 101- he passed with flying colors- yes, he was allowed to bring along some friends for moral support :0)
Some more of him with his new Machina-car- the engine was a gift- the body of the car is a late model Reliable special. It's a real "mover" and shaker :0)
Honestly, he crawled in there himself. We laughed so hard.
When Tim grabbed the camera to snap a picture, Eli...........
Decided he wanted to be seen better and that he was stuck........ He was able to get himself out, with only a little encouragement :0D
Here is a day in the life...... He loves to help Mama vacum- holding one hand for support and the other is firmly attached to the handle of the vacum attachment. Makes for slower vacuming- due to very small strokes on the carpet- but what great training...... :0D
Happy Birthday, Papa!!
Happy Birthday to my sweet husband!!
I prayed for so long for a wonderful man of God to come into my life. When you came into my life after so much prayer, it was a miraculous happening. I can't help but praise and thank God and celebrate the day you were born and every day I have had and will have with you since.
I love that we worship together all the time- in the car, in the house, at church, on trips.
Your generosity knows no bounds, and your knowledge is amazing. I love to watch you work as you make things and fix things around the house. What you haven't learned, you are able to figure out.
I feel so well taken care of with you- you have it all under control- and you help me stay under control.
Wow!! Your first birthday as a Papa! I wish I could have taught Eli to sing Happy Birthday to you, he would have done so well!
This pic is of us sharing Tim's Birthday meal. Yummmy!! Homemade pizza (Papa is a great pizza maker!!) and some homemade chocolate cake- three layers of decadent chocolate- what a yummy meal!!
I love you, my sweet!! SHMILY!!
OK all you readers out there- it's your turn- the comments page is open- please express your heart to Tim- My wonderful husband, and father of our son, Elisha.
Quick snapshot of today- Eli's first Machina- or car----- too cute!
He got in the box and I set his "car" into the box and he played contentedly for a long time- loving that the ignition switch was stuck- imagine a starter repeatedly starting- over and over and over- He wasn't too happy after his nap when he discovered that it was fixed- Papa took it apart and fixed the part. Yeah for us- not so yeah for him- he kept- uhn, uhn, uhn- like- fix it already.... why won't it keep working.....
hehehe
My two boys- I thank God for both of them!!
I prayed for so long for a wonderful man of God to come into my life. When you came into my life after so much prayer, it was a miraculous happening. I can't help but praise and thank God and celebrate the day you were born and every day I have had and will have with you since.
I love that we worship together all the time- in the car, in the house, at church, on trips.
Your generosity knows no bounds, and your knowledge is amazing. I love to watch you work as you make things and fix things around the house. What you haven't learned, you are able to figure out.
I feel so well taken care of with you- you have it all under control- and you help me stay under control.
Wow!! Your first birthday as a Papa! I wish I could have taught Eli to sing Happy Birthday to you, he would have done so well!
This pic is of us sharing Tim's Birthday meal. Yummmy!! Homemade pizza (Papa is a great pizza maker!!) and some homemade chocolate cake- three layers of decadent chocolate- what a yummy meal!!
I love you, my sweet!! SHMILY!!
OK all you readers out there- it's your turn- the comments page is open- please express your heart to Tim- My wonderful husband, and father of our son, Elisha.
Quick snapshot of today- Eli's first Machina- or car----- too cute!
He got in the box and I set his "car" into the box and he played contentedly for a long time- loving that the ignition switch was stuck- imagine a starter repeatedly starting- over and over and over- He wasn't too happy after his nap when he discovered that it was fixed- Papa took it apart and fixed the part. Yeah for us- not so yeah for him- he kept- uhn, uhn, uhn- like- fix it already.... why won't it keep working.....
hehehe
My two boys- I thank God for both of them!!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Tests done
Thank you all for your prayers covering us during these days of testing. As I already mentioned, Eli did really well with his blood work.
Tuesday morning we got up and headed off to Columbus. I could feel the many prayers surrounding us- I actually felt somewhat normal during the morning hours :) Thank you, God!!
We got to Nationwide Children's Hospital, parked and walked in. This hospital is quite amazing. The most un-hospital hospital I've ever been in. It reminded me more of the children's areas in some of the Mega churches I've been in. We followed around several hallways until we reached the info desk in one of the outpatient wings. We had to get a security pass from the guard to go up the elevator to the cardiology wing. Pretty tight security.
He did really well- a bit scared at first- I think more from the restraint than anything. By the time the technician was done, Eli was singing and looking around- much better. He didn't care much for the "stickers" she put on him- they were for the leads to hook up to monitor heart rhythm, I think. Anywho, Tim, at one point, watching the rhythm scrolling across the screen (now, remember, he teaches students how to read these, as well as knowing with on the job training)asked the technician if she was causing the ectopic reading, or if it was his rhythm. She looked up a little stunned at his question and when we were done asked what he did for a living.
Thank you all for your prayers. We still have one test to turn in, and should be hearing back on all the results soon. Our brave little guy has a little patch of rough skin/rash on his back and a few spots scattered all over his belly. I keep praying it will be resolved by morning. Poor little thing is not quite himself.
Praying that all will be right as rain by the time we all wake up in the morning. I am praising God and giving Him all the glory that I feel sooo much better this evening. God is soooo great!
Monday, April 7, 2008
Wonderful weekend
Mom, Dad and Karen, a friend of ours from PA, came out this weekend. It was soooooo incredibly wonderful to see my parents and Karen. It was great to finally introduce our son to them.
Highlights- Friday night- Tim's parents came over to visit. They live right across the road. So, while I was making supper, they were able to play with Eli a little. He went right over and sat on Mamaw's lap while she read him a book. Tim looked over at me with joy all over his face- "Did you see that?" He's also getting great at giving high 5's and waving Paka- goodbye.
My Mom and Dad came by in the afternoon on Sat- while Eli was asleep. We had a nice lunch they brought and got a little caught up on all the "happenens" here in Ohio and in PA. Elisha was a little chatter box when he got up. Until he saw we had guests. It took a little while to get the song back in him :) But he was soon toddling about and singing as he usually does.
The following is not for the week stomachs:
We went to Tom's Ice Cream Bowl. We had a blast. The food and the fellowship was great. 'Bout halfway through the meal- we thought we smelled something. Something very bad. It was then we realized that at the beginning of the meal, Elisha was saying Kaka- not craker- since they both sound very familiar. Well- hard back seat highchairs are not made for toddlers to poo on. It was our first up the back to the shoulder blades. Poor little guy got changed in the back of our car- since the restaurant didn't have a changing table. Good thing once we realized the extent....... Phew!! It took both of us to "pull this off". I reached up to pull his pant down and came back with my hands............... I'm sure you get the picture. We really can't complain. It was our first dirty diaper in 4 days- he's been doing so well going to the little potty we brought back from Russia. My big boy!!
You all may laugh- Elisha got the lecture from both Mama and Papa about not touching the pretty red boxes on the wall at church. One time for an announcement is one thing- but repeatedly- not so good....... hehehehehehehe.
Sunday morning, we all got up and moving about- Dad came up the steps saying Daduska in a deep voice. Eli looked around, saw him and went running and gave him a hug. After lunch he did the same with Mom, and after my family left to go back home and we went over to Tim's parents house to visit them, he did the same thing there with Tim's mom. Why is Ohio so far from PA? Mom and Dad and Karen were here for less than 24 hours- I wish they were closer so I could see them more often. There's just nothing quite like getting hugs and feeling cherished by your parents, is there?
Let me pause a minute here. My friend Karen is a counselor. She said she couldn't believe how well he seemed to have bonded to us. She and Mom both commented on how he acted like he'd been with us for his whole life, not less than a month. This was huge for me. I've been soooo concerned about the "bonding" process- to the point that I don't want anyone around my son. Tim says I read too much. We had quite the requirement of reading through this adoption process. I'm learning to trust that the prayers we poured into this little guys life are bearing fruit. Thank you to all out there that are continuing to pray for us.
Karen's words to me at breakfast have stayed with me so much, I have to share them. I'm paraphrasing through my fevered brain- so please bear with me- I'm in the process of healing :)
She said she was praying for my little family in the wee hours of the morning before we all woke up. The best gift a parent can give to their child is unconditional love. I nodded my head in total agreement. Then she said that in the presence of fear, there is not love. Woah, that brought me up short. What a thought to mull around in my mind. So, the best gift a parent can give their children is to wrestle their fears- all of them- with God until they are no more. Perfect love casts out all fear.
I keep praying now that God will purify my heart. Melt any dross out (maybe that's why my fever is so high???) so that I can be totally refined and be the parent God created me to be. I've been wondering if my obsession with the "bonding" wasn't fear induced? I want to leave a legacy of love and hope for my son. I don't want anyone telling him he can't do something. He has sooo much potential. I really detest when I hear parents telling their children- you'll never be able to do that, why do you even want to try? Unless it's harmful to the health- like flying from the second story window, why do we as parents curse our children? They can do anything and be anything God is calling them to be. Is it not our jobs to foster that and nourish it?
We sang a song on Sunday to close the service called Surrender. I give all my hopes and dreams to You, I lay them at the cross.
God has such Amazing plans for our son. But He also has Amazing Plans for me and for Tim and all our family. He has great plans for you, too. We all need to take the time away to find out what God is calling us to. I pray that I can continue, on a daily basis to lay these fears down at the feet of Jesus and come away with His perfect love. So, if you see me smiling, despite the fact that I feel quite awful physically, know it's because I know God will heal me. I will not fear- being sick, asking for help, not being perfect. I will be all I can through Christ and that will be all He asks of me.
Thank you God for family and friends. Thank you for my family and for bringing us continually closer together. Thank you for health and your hand to be in ours, helping us along as we travel this Journey of Faith with you. Thank you for purchasing our tickets with your blood. Teach me to love without fear, and make any fears known to me so I can lay them at your feet. I love you, God!!
Highlights- Friday night- Tim's parents came over to visit. They live right across the road. So, while I was making supper, they were able to play with Eli a little. He went right over and sat on Mamaw's lap while she read him a book. Tim looked over at me with joy all over his face- "Did you see that?" He's also getting great at giving high 5's and waving Paka- goodbye.
My Mom and Dad came by in the afternoon on Sat- while Eli was asleep. We had a nice lunch they brought and got a little caught up on all the "happenens" here in Ohio and in PA. Elisha was a little chatter box when he got up. Until he saw we had guests. It took a little while to get the song back in him :) But he was soon toddling about and singing as he usually does.
The following is not for the week stomachs:
We went to Tom's Ice Cream Bowl. We had a blast. The food and the fellowship was great. 'Bout halfway through the meal- we thought we smelled something. Something very bad. It was then we realized that at the beginning of the meal, Elisha was saying Kaka- not craker- since they both sound very familiar. Well- hard back seat highchairs are not made for toddlers to poo on. It was our first up the back to the shoulder blades. Poor little guy got changed in the back of our car- since the restaurant didn't have a changing table. Good thing once we realized the extent....... Phew!! It took both of us to "pull this off". I reached up to pull his pant down and came back with my hands............... I'm sure you get the picture. We really can't complain. It was our first dirty diaper in 4 days- he's been doing so well going to the little potty we brought back from Russia. My big boy!!
You all may laugh- Elisha got the lecture from both Mama and Papa about not touching the pretty red boxes on the wall at church. One time for an announcement is one thing- but repeatedly- not so good....... hehehehehehehe.
Sunday morning, we all got up and moving about- Dad came up the steps saying Daduska in a deep voice. Eli looked around, saw him and went running and gave him a hug. After lunch he did the same with Mom, and after my family left to go back home and we went over to Tim's parents house to visit them, he did the same thing there with Tim's mom. Why is Ohio so far from PA? Mom and Dad and Karen were here for less than 24 hours- I wish they were closer so I could see them more often. There's just nothing quite like getting hugs and feeling cherished by your parents, is there?
Let me pause a minute here. My friend Karen is a counselor. She said she couldn't believe how well he seemed to have bonded to us. She and Mom both commented on how he acted like he'd been with us for his whole life, not less than a month. This was huge for me. I've been soooo concerned about the "bonding" process- to the point that I don't want anyone around my son. Tim says I read too much. We had quite the requirement of reading through this adoption process. I'm learning to trust that the prayers we poured into this little guys life are bearing fruit. Thank you to all out there that are continuing to pray for us.
Karen's words to me at breakfast have stayed with me so much, I have to share them. I'm paraphrasing through my fevered brain- so please bear with me- I'm in the process of healing :)
She said she was praying for my little family in the wee hours of the morning before we all woke up. The best gift a parent can give to their child is unconditional love. I nodded my head in total agreement. Then she said that in the presence of fear, there is not love. Woah, that brought me up short. What a thought to mull around in my mind. So, the best gift a parent can give their children is to wrestle their fears- all of them- with God until they are no more. Perfect love casts out all fear.
I keep praying now that God will purify my heart. Melt any dross out (maybe that's why my fever is so high???) so that I can be totally refined and be the parent God created me to be. I've been wondering if my obsession with the "bonding" wasn't fear induced? I want to leave a legacy of love and hope for my son. I don't want anyone telling him he can't do something. He has sooo much potential. I really detest when I hear parents telling their children- you'll never be able to do that, why do you even want to try? Unless it's harmful to the health- like flying from the second story window, why do we as parents curse our children? They can do anything and be anything God is calling them to be. Is it not our jobs to foster that and nourish it?
We sang a song on Sunday to close the service called Surrender. I give all my hopes and dreams to You, I lay them at the cross.
God has such Amazing plans for our son. But He also has Amazing Plans for me and for Tim and all our family. He has great plans for you, too. We all need to take the time away to find out what God is calling us to. I pray that I can continue, on a daily basis to lay these fears down at the feet of Jesus and come away with His perfect love. So, if you see me smiling, despite the fact that I feel quite awful physically, know it's because I know God will heal me. I will not fear- being sick, asking for help, not being perfect. I will be all I can through Christ and that will be all He asks of me.
Thank you God for family and friends. Thank you for my family and for bringing us continually closer together. Thank you for health and your hand to be in ours, helping us along as we travel this Journey of Faith with you. Thank you for purchasing our tickets with your blood. Teach me to love without fear, and make any fears known to me so I can lay them at your feet. I love you, God!!
Amazing Grace
We're back from the doctor's office. Our son is such a trooper. He only cried for a few minutes after his 4 vaccinations and less than 5 minutes after having 5 vials of blood drawn. He's sleeping peacefully right now, and seems to be doing well. We'll continue to pray that he has no ill effects from the vaccinations.
Mama, on the other hand, is feeling quite poorly. While at the doctor's office, Mama, who slept very little the night before, (woke up every time I swallowed or rolled over on my side), also got checked out. She got a strep culture, and dx of pharingitis, sinusitis and flu- fun times. I feel so much more for Tim now, since he said many of these symptoms are what he experienced in Russia. Any and all prayer would be greatly appreciated. I am claiming all the promises in the Bible for healing and hope to wake up in the morning feeling incredible- and feel that way all day.
Thank you, God, for always covering us with your protective grace. It is when we lean on you most fully that you receive the most glory- all glory to you, God!
Mama, on the other hand, is feeling quite poorly. While at the doctor's office, Mama, who slept very little the night before, (woke up every time I swallowed or rolled over on my side), also got checked out. She got a strep culture, and dx of pharingitis, sinusitis and flu- fun times. I feel so much more for Tim now, since he said many of these symptoms are what he experienced in Russia. Any and all prayer would be greatly appreciated. I am claiming all the promises in the Bible for healing and hope to wake up in the morning feeling incredible- and feel that way all day.
Thank you, God, for always covering us with your protective grace. It is when we lean on you most fully that you receive the most glory- all glory to you, God!
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Aahh- the quiet moments...
Our little guy is down for his nap now.
I'm sure you are all wondering how it is going......
I'd say overall pretty good. We have been getting out a little and introducing him to people. He appears to do well, but as I think about it, it is pretty stressful for him. He becomes a little aggressive toward us when we are in a group. It took me a little while to see this association. He does become clingy to us when with a lot of adults- such as at church, the extended family Easter dinner or at Mamaw's shop. So, we pick him up and he begins head butting us and slapping our faces, pinching our faces, scratching us. I'm beginning to think it is his way to deal with over stimulation. The only time he does this at home is when we are chasing him and get him really excited. I'm not sure he knows how to deal with all the feelings he's having.
It is priceless when he comes running across the room to us, wraps his little arms around our legs and hugs for all he's worth. Then he wants kisses and to give kisses. Priceless.
2 year olds are bundles of energy, aren't they? He doesn't seem to stop. We've started having a little struggle with mealtimes- mostly when trying to introduce him to table food, instead of pureed. How much is the difference in what he's used to and how much is him trying to exert the control we expect most toddlers to attempt? How does dealing with him, as a newly adopted child, differ from a biological child that understands all you are saying and has spent 2 years with you instead of just 2 weeks?
He is getting a little better when we correct him. He usually laughs in our faces when we tell him it's not allowed. Head thrown back, cute grin on, laughing for all he's worth as if this is the funniest thing he's ever seen. That is gradually changing. The hardest part is to keep to my determination to not raise my voice with him. I'm not always successful- but I don't want him to think he can keep pushing me until my voice is many decibels too loud. I'm sure I'll be keeping this one on my prayer list.
Bedtime has become a little more of a struggle. But I feel this is normal. And we really haven't had a "day" yet. We've travelled to the fire department and Babies R Us, we went to church, we went to the doctor, we've walked over to visit grandparents. No day to just stay at home and have a "normal" day.
Today we stayed at home and followed the routine. And....... he laid down with only a few minutes of whimpering. I'm thinking the schedule has more to it than I even realize.
I think I've discovered a new sleep disorder. I think I'll call it RSS. Restless Sleep Syndrome. It is a bit deeper than the lightness of sleep associated with a new baby. I actually feel as I'm falling to sleep that the baby is in my arms and I find myself adjusting my body to make him more comfortable. I open my eyes and tell myself that's ridiculous. Get some sleep- he's sleeping- you sleep. I look at the baby monitor and see the image of him sleeping soundly in many varied positions in his crib and I roll over. Only the RSS kicks in several times a night before I finally fall asleep. Residual from the 24 hours of travel? More of Mommy fog? Hoping that this too will soon pass.
He is appearing to understand English very well. It amazes me. We tell him to do something- and he, most of the time, will do it. Of course, since he is almost 2, there are many times that what I'm asking is just not what he wants to do. But I can see the recognition in his eyes.
We take him back to the doctor on Monday for some shots and check up, Children's hospital on tues for some followup tests and then to have some bloodwork done to rule out any other possible problems. Next week may be a trying week for us all. I am praying for an extra measure of grace for us all, and God's protective hand over our son.
Little Elisha,
You've brought such joy to our lives. We are having an adjustment period now- you aren't used to us and we aren't used to you, but I stand back in amazement and watch this bonding taking place and the love growing. I am praying that nothing will hinder that and that we will soon be closer than anyone has ever been before. I can't wait till you understand all I'm telling you about Jesus. I want to explain about the songs we sing- about how Jesus loves you and all the little children. I pray for your health and that all the test results come back normal and show the grace of God in touching your little body.
Mostly, I thank God for you, my little man. You have been growing in our hearts for sooo long that to finally have you home seems surreal. Your grin and giggle are infectious, your songs fill the house all day. Your dance moves are priceless and so precious as you dance to the Old McDonald tune on the La La Barn.
I watch you as you sleep and am amazed by all the potential you have in you. You can be and do anything you want. I pray we don't in any way limit you, but always encourage you and that others around you would do the same.
I thank God you have a Godly man as your Papa. I am so excited to be able to watch you grow and learn how to do so many things with this great man. I almost cry as I picture your Papa showing you how to come to God to make your praises and requests known. How wonderful to have a Papa that can teach you so much about Earthly things and knowhow as well as Heavenly things and know how!! I pray for your Papa that God gives him the patience and grace to know just how to speak to a 2 year old to begin laying all these foundations.
There are so many things I pray for you- but I'd better go now- I hear you stir- and my arms long to hold and comfort you once more........
I'm sure you are all wondering how it is going......
I'd say overall pretty good. We have been getting out a little and introducing him to people. He appears to do well, but as I think about it, it is pretty stressful for him. He becomes a little aggressive toward us when we are in a group. It took me a little while to see this association. He does become clingy to us when with a lot of adults- such as at church, the extended family Easter dinner or at Mamaw's shop. So, we pick him up and he begins head butting us and slapping our faces, pinching our faces, scratching us. I'm beginning to think it is his way to deal with over stimulation. The only time he does this at home is when we are chasing him and get him really excited. I'm not sure he knows how to deal with all the feelings he's having.
It is priceless when he comes running across the room to us, wraps his little arms around our legs and hugs for all he's worth. Then he wants kisses and to give kisses. Priceless.
2 year olds are bundles of energy, aren't they? He doesn't seem to stop. We've started having a little struggle with mealtimes- mostly when trying to introduce him to table food, instead of pureed. How much is the difference in what he's used to and how much is him trying to exert the control we expect most toddlers to attempt? How does dealing with him, as a newly adopted child, differ from a biological child that understands all you are saying and has spent 2 years with you instead of just 2 weeks?
He is getting a little better when we correct him. He usually laughs in our faces when we tell him it's not allowed. Head thrown back, cute grin on, laughing for all he's worth as if this is the funniest thing he's ever seen. That is gradually changing. The hardest part is to keep to my determination to not raise my voice with him. I'm not always successful- but I don't want him to think he can keep pushing me until my voice is many decibels too loud. I'm sure I'll be keeping this one on my prayer list.
Bedtime has become a little more of a struggle. But I feel this is normal. And we really haven't had a "day" yet. We've travelled to the fire department and Babies R Us, we went to church, we went to the doctor, we've walked over to visit grandparents. No day to just stay at home and have a "normal" day.
Today we stayed at home and followed the routine. And....... he laid down with only a few minutes of whimpering. I'm thinking the schedule has more to it than I even realize.
I think I've discovered a new sleep disorder. I think I'll call it RSS. Restless Sleep Syndrome. It is a bit deeper than the lightness of sleep associated with a new baby. I actually feel as I'm falling to sleep that the baby is in my arms and I find myself adjusting my body to make him more comfortable. I open my eyes and tell myself that's ridiculous. Get some sleep- he's sleeping- you sleep. I look at the baby monitor and see the image of him sleeping soundly in many varied positions in his crib and I roll over. Only the RSS kicks in several times a night before I finally fall asleep. Residual from the 24 hours of travel? More of Mommy fog? Hoping that this too will soon pass.
He is appearing to understand English very well. It amazes me. We tell him to do something- and he, most of the time, will do it. Of course, since he is almost 2, there are many times that what I'm asking is just not what he wants to do. But I can see the recognition in his eyes.
We take him back to the doctor on Monday for some shots and check up, Children's hospital on tues for some followup tests and then to have some bloodwork done to rule out any other possible problems. Next week may be a trying week for us all. I am praying for an extra measure of grace for us all, and God's protective hand over our son.
Little Elisha,
You've brought such joy to our lives. We are having an adjustment period now- you aren't used to us and we aren't used to you, but I stand back in amazement and watch this bonding taking place and the love growing. I am praying that nothing will hinder that and that we will soon be closer than anyone has ever been before. I can't wait till you understand all I'm telling you about Jesus. I want to explain about the songs we sing- about how Jesus loves you and all the little children. I pray for your health and that all the test results come back normal and show the grace of God in touching your little body.
Mostly, I thank God for you, my little man. You have been growing in our hearts for sooo long that to finally have you home seems surreal. Your grin and giggle are infectious, your songs fill the house all day. Your dance moves are priceless and so precious as you dance to the Old McDonald tune on the La La Barn.
I watch you as you sleep and am amazed by all the potential you have in you. You can be and do anything you want. I pray we don't in any way limit you, but always encourage you and that others around you would do the same.
I thank God you have a Godly man as your Papa. I am so excited to be able to watch you grow and learn how to do so many things with this great man. I almost cry as I picture your Papa showing you how to come to God to make your praises and requests known. How wonderful to have a Papa that can teach you so much about Earthly things and knowhow as well as Heavenly things and know how!! I pray for your Papa that God gives him the patience and grace to know just how to speak to a 2 year old to begin laying all these foundations.
There are so many things I pray for you- but I'd better go now- I hear you stir- and my arms long to hold and comfort you once more........
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Mr Potato Head Clarification
We've had many people asking us how we were able to pose Elisha in the last post for the picture with the Mr Potato Head hardware on. This is the most hysterical thing. We didn't pose him!! He had been running around with the glasses on for a few hours. Tim and I were laughing so hard we thought we'd cry.
Tim had dressed Mr Potato Head quite smartly- these extra items are hysterical on their own. We were laughing so hard at that, then Eli comes over and pulls off the nose with the mustache attached. He tried to stick it in his nose- I guess a hole is a hole, is a hole, eh? I told him nyet, no, not in your nose, so he promptly stuck it in his mouth. We were overcome with the picture this presented- and Tim was able to capture this moment to share.
So, no, we didn't pose him- doesn't that make it even funnier?
Tim had dressed Mr Potato Head quite smartly- these extra items are hysterical on their own. We were laughing so hard at that, then Eli comes over and pulls off the nose with the mustache attached. He tried to stick it in his nose- I guess a hole is a hole, is a hole, eh? I told him nyet, no, not in your nose, so he promptly stuck it in his mouth. We were overcome with the picture this presented- and Tim was able to capture this moment to share.
So, no, we didn't pose him- doesn't that make it even funnier?
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