September 30, 2009

Two Red Apples

Noah absolutely loves it when I take videos of him singing. He thinks it is the coolest thing to be able to watch himself on tv. On the flip side- Sadie hates it! So while I rarely get Sadie to show her face on camera, Noah will totally ham it up. Maybe he'll be a broadway star one day and support his momma in her old age! My favorite part of this video (aside from Noah's darling face) is Sadie in the background telling him how awesome and cute he is. She is so encouraging!



Wordless Wednesday



September 28, 2009

Boys Will Be Boys

I read a book last year by Vernon Brewer called Children of Hope. Vernon is a missionary who runs the organization World Help, which helps orphans and needy people all over the world. When I began reading the book the first time, we had just started contemplating adoption. I had a million questions at that point. Mostly about what would our child be like. How would it be raising a child from another country, another race. An excerpt from that book spoke to me so profoundly that I pull it out and reread it pretty frequently. At this point in the book, the author is in South Africa and is reflecting on how at one time he was ignorant about just how widespread the suffering was from AIDS and extreme poverty. He goes on to explain how his thinking shifted. He says:

"I now know that behind every number is a person with a beating heart and desperate soul. Those of us fortunate enough to live in a nation that's not completely engulfed by AIDS sometimes have a hard time understanding or relating to those who live so differently than us. After meeting child after child in despair, I began to think: 'What a different world from mine.' But then something happened that changed my mind and heart.

A railroad track ran near the building where we were meeting. Right in the middle of our visit, we could hear the deep rumble and piercing horn of an approaching train. Boys from across the compound began running to the fence. They lined up with excitement, hooking their fingers into the chain link fence and watching the mighty train rush past. They laughed and gestured with glee as it roared by. Their excitement brought a smile to my face as I remembered the same reaction to trains from my own children and grandchildren. Boys will be boys- no matter if they were born in Lynchburg, Virginia, or Markman Township, South Africa.

As I watched them, I saw these children for who they were, children just like my own. They are boys and girls like those we love. They feel, they love, they hurt- just like you and me. The only difference is their families and communities are living with a plague that devours all they hold dear."


I can't begin to say how this changed me. Kids are kids, no matter where they come from. They all want and need to be loved. They all deserve to have a chance. And it clicked with me at that moment- at the heart of it all we are all so much more alike than we are different. I'd heard it a million times before, but had never internalized it. It never had a personal meaning for me. So often we focus on trying to meet the basic needs of kids who have nothing. And they are in desperate need of those basics. But we forget that children are just children who want to laugh, and play and just be kids who can run and watch trains and forget about life for a while no matter their color or where they are from.

I am so thankful to serve a God that was so creative and compassionate that he made children that look like this:





and this...





and this...





and this...



Because as the old song goes, red and yellow, black and white, they are ALL precious in HIS sight. They all have the same sweet, innocent child-like hearts and the desire to love and be loved. And how awesome is that!?

September 26, 2009

The Balloons Are On Fire And So Are My Eyes!

Kamron, the kids, and I got to go on a date with my dad last night. The kids are absolutely in love with their Papaw Johnny! Sadie pretty much wouldn't let go of him all night. She is 100% a Pepaw's Girl.


We went out for barbecue and then headed on to the Bluegrass Balloon Festival. Noah was so excited about getting to do this. He is completely mesmerized by hot air balloons and the prospect of seeing a balloon up close threw him into a frenzy! As soon as we finished dinner, he started saying (no less than 100 times), "I so cited! Let's go to the balloons!" He absolutely loved getting to see all the balloons glowing in the dark. His face was just aglow with wonder. I am a little sad that most of my pictures didn't come out- I just couldn't figure out what setting to put my camera on. The poor thing's being help together by tape, so I guess I should just be thankful it works at all! Anyways- here's a few shots from our super fun night out with Papaw Johnny.





We've also had some doctor's appointments this week. Noah went to the orthopaedist on Thursday. They said he's healing okay, but they wanted to put him in a brace for 3-4 weeks. He's actually tolerating having the brace on, which is a slight miracle. So hopefully in another month, he should be back to relative normalcy.

I went to the eye doctor this morning because for the last week my right eye has been drooping. My one eye only wants to look down and to the right. It takes serious effort just to hold my eyeball straight ahead. I have, however, been able to look at the floor with very minimal effort on my part. And I can tell you that the floor is in need of a good Swiffering. The doc said my vision is fine and that my droopy eyeball is caused by sinuses and allergies and will go away when allergy season is over. Whodda thought? I am convinced that allergies are the root of all evil and seem to cause pretty much every single ailment known to man. It had been about 12 years since I'd had my eyes dilated. I had forgotten what a weird experience that is. When my eyes were finally dilated and I was back up in the big chair the doctor started shining the lights in them. At first it wasn't so bad. Then he used this light that is a long vertical line of fire and you have to wait for it to move all the way across your line of vision. That light was so flippin' bright I was just sure that it was going to incinerate my eyeball. I was literally waiting to burst into flames. All I could think about was how a magnifying glass and bright light can catch something on fire. I was 200% certain that my eyes were going to be a pile of black ashes at the end of this procedure. By the time that line of light had gotten about halfway across my line of vision I thought I was going to loose it. I had tears streaming down. I could hardly open my eyes. I was holding my breath. I lose my inner monologue when I get that stressed so I said out loud, "I feel like I'm loosing control!!" The doctor just kind of gave me this "whatever" grunt and proceeded with the rest of the exam. I am not sure what possessed me to say it but as soon as it came out of my mouth I was mortified! If someone said that to me, I would start to wonder if they were going to go all Incredible Hulk on me, but this guy just shrugged it off. Well, maybe he rolled his eyes at me and stuck out his tongue. I wouldn't have known since all I could make out of him was a pitch black silhouette. Finally he was done. My eyeballs were not incinerated. They were safe and sound, albeit still droopy. Now that's taken care of and I don't have to do that again for at least two years!

I keep hoping any day now that we should hear something about our referral. About 2 1/2 weeks ago we heard from Jilma, our amazing adoption attorney, that the director of the orphanage sent her a letter saying that she had 2 little boys under age 3 who were adoptable. One of those little boys is supposed to be ours!!! Unless they happen to be brothers, and then that's a whole other joyous can of worms! Jilma said she hoped to know more information about them in about 10 days (age, HIV status). Ten days came about 4 days ago. We are learning just how slowly information travels out of 3rd world countries. Last we heard, both boys were undergoing HIV testing, which is great! Progress is being made and we hope to get our referral any day now!!! I am seriously checking my email approximately ever 27 seconds and just waiting for the phone to ring, hoping for any shred of news. I know it might not be the best thing to get my hopes up so high, but I just can't seem to help it. So here's to high hopes!!! And maybe, just maybe, those high hopes will also help the Cats beat the Gators tonight. Is that too much to ask for? I think not.

September 23, 2009

Almost Wordless Wednesday



This is Sadie's depiction of Noah falling down the steps. My favorite part of this is at the bottom where she tried to write a sentence about his accident. Keep in mind that she only knows about 30 sight words, so she is rather limited in her writing vocabulary. I think she did pretty well! (In case you can't tell, it says, "My Noah ____ /down arrow/ the s_____. Translation: My Noah fell down the steps!) I LOVE how she just subsitutes blanks when she doesn't know a word! How cute is she?

September 22, 2009

Jen, Cranky and Jakin

Noah is feeling much better today. His pain seems to have subsided quite a bit- until he tries to climb up on the couch or lay down. We've noticed, though, that he seems to be dragging the injured arm a little. We're going to the orthopedist on Thursday and hopefully we'll get a little better picture of what's going on with the broken bone.

Today's the first day that Noah's really felt like playing. He and his new imaginary friend, Jakin, built an entire house this morning. Noah was so proud of this house. He brought me into the living room to check out his imaginary building. He said," It's a big white house, but black people live in it with me." (Can you tell that he's overheard a lot of conversations about race during this adoption process!?) He told me that he did all of the hammering on the house, while Jakin did "the screwing".

With the appearance of Noah's imaginary friend, I couldn't help but think about Sadie's imaginary friends. When Sadie was almost three her imaginary friend Jen can to live with us. Jen is pronounced all french-like, since Jen evidently came from France. Once, one of Kamron's friends was over and was pushing Sadie in the swing. After a little while, the friend came over to me and asked how we were coping with having that poor little girl living with us now. I had no idea what he was talking about. While they were swinging, Sadie had told him that her friend Jen had come to live with us. She told him that Jen's house had caught on fire and her mom had burned up in the fire and that Jen was going to stay with us forever. She must have been very convincing since our friend actually believed it! How in the world my sweet, sweet little girl came up with this is beyond me.

Jen always wore a pink shirt. She had yellow hair and was supposedly a really good singer. Sadie once told me that "Jen plays the microphone in a band!" We had to reserve a spot in the bed for Jen. She went on all of our vacations with us. When Noah came along, Sadie told me that Jen really liked having a little brother, but she sometimes wished she had a little sister instead. Usually Jen was as good as gold. A few times, however, Jen wrote on the walls and unrolled all the toilet paper off the roll. Jen lived with us for almost 2 years. At the same time, we got another imaginary houseguest. Her name was Cranky. Cranky was 2 years old, always wore a blue shirt and carried her own campfire with her everywhere she went. As in, "Don't sit right there or you'll sit on Cranky's campfire!" Jen, Cranky and Sadie were inseperable and we got many a good laugh at their adventures. Once, for a few weeks they got another friend. This one's name was Freaky. (I am not making this stuff up!) Freaky must have been a transient, because she didn't stick around for long.

In this house we welcome all people, invisible or otherwise. I am actually a little happy that we have a new imaginary friend around, and I can't wait to see what kind of mischief Noah and Jakin get into!

Oh, how I love those crazy, creative, imaginitive kids!!!!

September 20, 2009

It's Broken

I spoke too soon on Friday about how quiet our lives had been. I've learned my lesson and will never ever jinx the stillness again. Now we have major drama. Yesterday morning Noah fell down the steps and broke his collar bone. That poor kid has the highest pain tolerance in a little kid that I have ever seen, so I knew when he was still crying 45 minutes after the fall, that something was terribly wrong. He said that his shoulder was hurting really badly so we took him to the immediate care center. He somehow managed to give the doctor a high five with the sore arm. Our doctor, who was soooo nice, said that it was probably just a really deep bruise and he would be sore for a few days, but that the injury didn't seem to be too bad. He said he wanted to do an x-ray, just in case. We went off to radiology and when the doc reviewed the x-ray, he came back in our room. He said, "You're never going to believe this, but he broke his collarbone. That must be one tough kid you got there, that he's actually trying to still use that arm!"

So, here we are with a broken collar bone. Noah's in quite a bit of pain. He's also restricted from pretty much any movement which puts pressure on his right arm. This also includes no jumping or bouncing. Seriously. We can't even pick him up under his arms. We have to do this weird little scoop up from the legs pick up. And the worst is, no bear hugging :-( We were lucky that it is considered a clean break, but a fall or getting bumped in that area could make those bones become displaced and harder to heal. So we are doing our best to help him stay still. For six weeks. Yes, that's right- six freaking weeks! The codeine is doing a pretty good job of that for us. So is the pain. But I am afraid once some of the pain subsides and we take him down to Motrin, we may have a fidgety monster on our hands! We have yet to decide if he's going to take a hiatus from school. We're afraid a class full of rough and tumble two year olds may just be tempting the disaster gods.

So if you are the praying type, please say a prayer for our little guy. He could really use it. I'll keep you posted on his recovery.

On a much happier note, though, we got meet Stori and Jamey Sullivan and their cutie pies, Livia and Parker! The Sullivan's are also in the process of adopting from the DRC. They are bringing home two precious little boys, Ian and Chad in just about 6 weeks. The Sullivan's live just about 2 hours away from us. We met through the blogging community, but never met face to face. It is so amazing to me how connected I feel to the other "Congo Mommies" out there, even though none of us have ever met. Stori and I are both stay at home moms, and Kamron and Jamey are both financial advisers. They have a boy and a girl. We have a boy and a girl. They are bringing home 2 boys. We are bringing home...well, we don't know what we're bringing home yet. But we have so much in common and really enjoyed their company.

We all went to Kamron's benefit concert for the Sudan in Louisville. It was a gorgeous day for an outdoor fundraiser. Sadie had a great time playing with their kids and she's already asking when they can come to play at our house! Noah, well... Noah sat on my lap the entire time in a narcotics induced fog, but he was a big time trooper! We're planning on all getting together again once their boys come home. How awesome will it be when our child comes home, to have another family whose been through the exact same thing living relatively close to us!?!? I see this as the first of many great nights for our families!

September 18, 2009

Fun Foto Friday

I know that foto looks ridiculous spelled that way. It is just my futile attempt at cuteness. Plus, I figure that I am probably way too old and uncool to spell the other words as "phun" and "Phriday." to go with the "ph" in photo. Oh well, at least I recognize my uncoolness!

Since I missed Wordless Wednesday, I thought for this week I'd do a cute kid pic today. Also, we've had a boring few days around here and I have nothing to babble about. But stay tuned... I have a sneaking suspicion we may have some baby news in the next week or so!!!!! Also- Kamron's band is playing a benefit festival this weekend to raise money and awareness for Darfur, so I'm sure I'll have lots to write about coming up. Have a phantastic weekend! (See, it's just soooo uncool! And also so 1999!)

September 15, 2009

Things I've Learned

This seems to be a time in my life full of transitions. Sadie is in school, Noah has started mother's day out. And with all of this change, I have learned a lot.

I have learned that the drop-off at mother's day out is evidently a fashion showcase for the stay-at-home mom. These women show up in lipstick, high heels and runway dresses every day. Somehow I didn't get the memo and showed up in jeans and a baseball cap. Well. Okay, here's the real confession: Even now that I know it is fashionista city, I still show up in my jeans. And once I have even dropped off in my sweats. *gasp*

I have learned that grieving over sending my baby to kindergarten and baking for college kid's care packages can lead to a rapid 10 pound weight gain.

I've learned that when I go shopping with my mother, I buy a whole lot more than I would if I were by myself. I am impossibly frugal, but her "just buy it already!" makes me cave.

I learned that it is way easier to deal with a sick child than a sick husband.

I have learned that I far prefer the endless streams of paperwork required for adopting over being pregnant. (although I am glad I've had the opportunity to experience both)

I have learned that so far it seems easier to potty train girls than boys.

And speaking of potty training... I have been letting Noah run around naked to make it a little easier on him when the urge strikes. I have learned that allowing him to do crafts while naked is not a good idea. Naked crafting can lead to getting glue all over a certain area of the body that no boy would ever want to have glue on. I'm just saying.

September 12, 2009

My Heart is Full

Yesterday was one of the. Best. Days. Ever. The Hope for Africa Children's choir came to do a performance at our church last night. Before their concert, I got to spend about 5 hours with these amazing kids from Uganda, Rwanda, Sudan and you guessed it- the Congo! My heart is so full of emotion as I replay the day in my head. During our time with the kids, we wanted them to just get the chance to play. We set up balls, and hula hoops, and puzzles and paints. Those precious little ones LOVED it! They loved just having an opportunity to be kids.



As those 22 kids got out of their vans, my friend Annie and I were there to greet them. Every single one of them hugged us and loved all over us. It was one of the best and most sincere experiences of my life. Just pure joy and love pouring out of their little bodies. They called me "auntie" all afternoon. It makes me smile just thinking about it!

Then the playing began, and boy, did they play! They were so thrilled with everything. And grateful- I must have heard "thank you, auntie" at least a 1000 times. A little play-doh and some balloons and you would have thought that these kids had won the lottery.



While I loved them all, there were a few little boys that I absolutely fell in love with. One little boy's name was Gabriel. He is 9. His two best buddies are John and Phillip. Gabiel held onto my hand almost the entire day. He just smiled constantly. He seemed to be one of the most genuinely happy children I've ever seen. We would just look at each other and bust out in giggles. Gabriel laughs with his whole body. The kind of belly shaking laughter that lights up an entire room. His eyes are so sparkly and trusting. But Gabriel has been through a lot in his 9 years. Gabriel's parents both died when he was very young. He was sent to live with his grandmother. There was not enough room for him in the house, so every night he had to sleep outside on the grass. He didn't even have a blanket. Then, miraculously, he was chosen to participate in the choir. Now Gabriel wants to be a pilot. His buddies, John and Phillip both want to be pastors. At dinner I asked those three boys what was their favorite thing that they had done since they had been in the United States. All three of them said, "This day, auntie! This very day!" I almost cried. My kids paint and do puzzles and have balloons all the time. In no way does that constitute a special day for them. But for our new African friends, it was the best day they had ever had!

I really thought at the end of the night, I might try to smuggle Gabriel, John and Phillip in the back of my van and bring them home. Here are some shots of my best boys:



My Gabriel







John





Phillip



Aren't they adorable?! All of these kids were just beautiful, inside and out. The little girls worked so hard making beautiful necklaces for themselves. They just beamed with pride at their work and were all smiles as we told them over and over how pretty they were. They loved having their pictures made- especially in their new bling. They thought our cameras were so cool and always wanted to see themselves in the display after we took their pictures.







And when these kids sang and danced, heaven rejoiced! They sang with their whole hearts. Despite the horrors and hardships they have endured they sang to Jesus with pure gratitude and thanksgiving.

Everytime during the day, when I heard "Thank you, auntie," I really wanted to say, "No- thank YOU." Thank you for your endless smiles and laughter. Thank you for helping me feel close to my child out there in Africa that I've never met. Thank you for showing me pure worship, as God intended it to be. Thank you for sharing your lives and your faith with me. Thank you for giving me hope. Thank you for making my heart full.

September 10, 2009

Throwing Starfish

I am feeling a little reflective today, so I wanted to post one of my favorite inspirational stories. It just goes to show the power of ONE!

"Throwing Starfish"

Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work. One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.

As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.

He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?"

The young man paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing starfish into the ocean."

"I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man.

To this, the young man replied, "The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die."

Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!"

At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, "I made a difference to that one!"
-Lauren Eiseley




Sadie on the beach in Mexico

September 08, 2009

I Can't Come Up With A Good Title

My dad has become quite the blogging critic. The other day I got a call from my dad saying that he had checked my blog three times that day and why in the heck hadn't I written anything. Then this mornings complaint was that what I had written wasn't long enough! My favorite thing about this complaining is that my dad lives in our same town and we see him all the time! It's not that he lives across the country and this is his only connection to us. Mostly I think that it's sweet that he just can't seem to get enough of his grandbabies.

It seems like we've had some rather blah kind of days lately. Kamron has been really sick the last few days. In typical man fashion, he has been acting like the world is ending. I am pretty sure that he has not gotten off of the couch since last Thursday and he finds some small way to remind me every five seconds frequently that he is sick. I have complained to pretty much anyone that would listen about how he is driving me crazy and that 6 days at home with a melodromatic sick husband is just a little too much togetherness. But that all came to a screeching hault a few hours ago when he got back from the doctor. (I'd been telling him to go for days!) He has an inner and middle ear infection in both ears as well as some serious chest congestion. The doctor evidently thought those ears looked bad enough to give him codeine. So I am feeling just a trite guilty for all of my grumbling. Now instead of a cranky, whiney husband- I've traded him in for a loopy one. But at least he's going back to work tomorrow and life can continue as normal!

But I digress. On a better note, I got the opportunity to share about our adoption and my feelings about Africa at church on Sunday. I'd kind of been dying for a chance to get to talk about it. We shared our story as part of a promotion for the Hope for Africa Children's Choir, who is performing at our church this Saturday. The choir raises money for African orphans through the United Methodist Conference. Our orphanage is also sponsored through the Methodist Church, so it was a perfect opportunity to tie our adoption story in with what we can all be doing to help children in Africa.

In other Terry news, Noah started his Mother's Day Out program this morning. He'll be there 2 half days a week. It was really weird being at home with no kids. I got some much needed organizing done. I got a grant written for a ministry program at church. I washed lots of clothes. It is insane the amount of work I can get done in 3 hours when no one is clinging to my leg for dear life. The productivity was great, but I really missed that little booger! I missed watching him do his morning routine of "shining" all his train cars with a baby wipe (a ritual that usually lasts at least 30 minutes). I missed watching reruns of Calliou with him. I keep reminding myself that he needs this program to help him with his socialization skills. Part of Noah's sensory disorder is that he has trouble maintaining relationships with his peers. And in grand Noah fashion, when I went to pick him up, the rest of his classmates were all playing a game together while Noah was on the other side of the room playing by himself. He'll get there, one day!

Sadie is still loving school. She is making such great friends. She has gone on and on about how much she loves her friend Socorey. She is always talking about how nice he is. The other day, after 3 whole weeks of school, she finally made the connection that Socorey has brown skin like her new little brother will have. She thinks it is the coolest thing. She is going to love having another little brother!

And now that I am sure I've bored everyone to death with the mundane hum-drum of everyday life, I am going to jet outside in time to see the space shuttle zoom across the night sky. (Was that long enough for you, dad?!)

September 07, 2009

Seven Years

Kamron and I are celebrating our seventh anniversary today! I asked him in the car last night if he had the "seven year itch." He didn't even know what I was talking about, so I am taking that as a good sign! I can't help but think about how much has changed in these seven short years. We've added two kids, moved houses, changed jobs, changed communities... the list goes on and on. But one thing that hasn't changed: even on those cranky days, we are still crazy about each other. Happy anniversary, Kam Platter! I love you!

September 03, 2009

Funny Kid Stuff!

I keep a notepad next to my computer so I can write down the funny things Noah and Sadie say throughout the day. My paper is full, so I thought I'd share a few of their quirky comments. Hope this brings a smile to your face today!

Even though he wakes up at the crack of dawn, Noah will not get out of his bed on his own. He'll start yelling "Mooooommmmmm, come get me. I'm ready to wake up!" He says this same thing every morning. Except the other day I woke up to: "Moooommmmm...bring me brownies in my bed!" That's my boy!

At the gym one day, Sadie said that she had a great time playing with this kid's Nintendo DS. She then told me all about how cool it was and how much fun it was. Then she said, "Maybe I'll ask Santa Claus to get me one for Christmas." Then after a minute she added, "Never mind, I'll just ask Papaw Johnny, instead!" (Dad, she's got you pegged!)

Noah's question of the morning last week: "Mom- do we live on the Milky Way or the subway?"

On pancake night at the Terry's, Sadie was a little distraught about my choice of syrup. "Mom, why do you always buy that Wal-Mart syrup? It tastes like maples."

One of the highlights of Noah's day is watching for the mailman and then running out the door to get the mail. I stand on the porch and he always comes back with a fat stack of mail and a big grin on his face. The other day as he was running back to the porch I said, "Hey buddy, what did we get?" His reply: "Bills, Bills, Bills. Always bills!" Hmmm... wonder where he's heard that one before?

I always ask Sadie in the morning how she wants me to fix her hair for school. She usually says she wants piggy tails. But today she said, "Can you put it all in one ponytail on the side. And it needs to be on this side (right) because the mean kid that sits on this side (left) of me always pulls my hair so I gotta get my hair as far away from him as possible!" Pretty smart, huh?!?

Noah cut his foot open the other day. After a whole day of hobbling around he declared very matter of factly, "I'm tired of having this boo-boo now. I'm ready for you to take it off!"

Last night Sadie was complaining of a headache. I said, "What's the matter sweetie? Are you feeling sick." She said, "No. I've probably just had my thinking cap on too long."

We were on our way to Target one afternoon and Noah kept bugging me about buying a pretzel when we got there. We had just eaten lunch, so I knew we weren't going to get one. He just kept on asking if we could get a pretzel. Worn thin, I finally said, "We'll see." He started screaming, "What does 'we'll see' mean???" Sadie piped up, "It means no."

"It's too bright out here. Can you take my eyes out for a minute?"- Noah

Sadie has no concept of age. Every night we read a few chapters of Little House on the Prairie for our special girl time. Sadie can not for the life of her understand when these books take place. I keep trying to tell her it was a long time ago, before her Nana (age 90) was born. That blew her mind. She couldn't believe anything could be that old. After she thought about it for a minute she said, "Do you think that Laura and Mary were friends with Jesus, then?"

One of Noah's favorite shows is Man-vs.-Wild on Discovery. I'm pretty sure that's what he was thinking about when he asked: "Why can't we eat poop? Because it will make our teeth dirty?" Evidently too much Bear Grylls makes boys contemplate these things!



Have a great holiday weekend!

September 01, 2009

New Congo Video

My blogger friend, Carrie, and her husband Brian created this video as a PSA about Congo adoptions. All of the pictures of kids in the orphanage are from the orphanage where our little new addition will be from. It is so strange to think of our baby over there, instead of here in our arms. Hopefully, it won't be too much longer until he's home and safe and being loved on by his brother and sister! (And kissed endlessly by his mommy and daddy!)

If you've got two minutes, this video is definitely worth checking out! (Don't forget to pause the music player to the left first.)

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