October 31, 2015

Happy 9th Birthday, Noah!

Dear Noah,

What a year.  Every year I wonder what in the world I can say about you that hasn't already been said.  You are one of the great joys of my life and that joy just multiplies times infinity every year.

You are the sweetest, most caring, most in tune with people's feelings child I've ever met.  You just ooze compassion.  You notice everything and are always quick with a compliment or a hug or a million watt smile.

Mama's boy doesn't even begin to describe you.  It's almost like you are just an extension of me.  I worry about that sometimes because I do not want you to be a grown up man who calls your mommy when you get a cold. (For the record, I will tell you to suck it up Buttercup)  I try SO DANG HARD to make sure you are independent and capable while swimming in happiness that you still want to curl up in my lap every time I sit down.

My favorite time of day is in the mornings- you and I are both morning people.  We start our day before all the others bring their drama down the steps and we just have such an easy way of getting along.  You are quick witted and so freaking funny.  You always have a quippy comeback or something brilliant to add to the conversation.

Your smarts are sometimes a double edged sword.  This year you are really bored in school and you have a lot of kids in your class who are very rowdy.  It's created the perfect storm of big feels for you because as someone who likes order and thrives on predictability, school has been really uncomfortable for you this year.  It's been heartbreaking to watch you have such a hard time coping with the classroom this year- but at the same time, it's neat to watch you make sense of and learn how to manage some of the difficult personalities in your classroom.  Lots of life lessons being learned this year, my love. You are devouring books faster than we can get them into your sweaty little hands and you can freakishly figure out really complicated math problems in your head.  More than a million times I've heard you grumble about having to show your work on tests when you can do the problems in your head.

This year you discovered a love of baseball.  You played on a team with Miles and Scarlett and they put you guys on a team with all these kids way younger than you who wanted to eat dirt and roll around in the outfield.  I'm not sure if you all ever won a game, but you love the sport.  You and Daddy went to a St. Louis Cardinals game and now you are a full on Cardinals fan and can't wait for the spring when baseball season starts again for you.  In the meantime, you and Daddy throw the ball in the backyard whenever you can.  When I was a little girl, I used to dream of having a husband who threw the ball with his son.  It was a very June Cleaver dream- I realized it even then.  And here it is coming true.  Thank you. But then again, you make so many of my wildest dreams come true.

You love the outdoors.  Luckily for you, your two BFF's live down the street and you and Grace and Brady spend hours in the woods making club houses and secret hideouts.  You guys drag ropes and sticks and scrap wood and Daddy's tools back there and spend days making things.  You three have this simpatico that is darling to watch.  You have such strong friendships and you love your people fiercely.  It's one of my favorite things about you.  We still hope (not so secretly)  that you and Grace get married and give us grandchildren with Grace's freckles.  It will be a sign unto me that Jesus loves me beyond measure when those freckled babies arrive- but please Lord, not until you are both two decades older than you are now.

Noah, I often watch you sleep, all curled up like an angel baby with your protector Max Bear Terry tucked up under your arm and wonder what I ever did to deserve a treasure like you.  You take up so much space in my heart.  I watch the incredible young man you are becoming and I'm overwhelmed by your goodness and your care for others.  You are going to change the world in your own little way.  You already have changed mine and filled it with wonder and amazingness beyond all words.

You are so loved.  So very loved.  Keep being you.  Happy 9th birthday!


***Every year, I interview each of my kids on their birthday.  Usually, I ask the same questions every year so that I can watch how their answers change (or don't change) from year to year (2014) (2013) (2012) (2011)  (2010) (2009).  Sometimes I toss in a few new ones so that I can make sure to catch their little quirks and thoughts! ***

Mom: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Noah: I either want to help Sadie at her bakery or be a marine biologist.

Mom: Do you want to get married when you grow up?
Noah: Of course.
Mom:  What kind of person do you want to marry?
Noah:  I want them to be nice and I want them to care for the same things that I care for and I want them to be honest.
Mom:  Those are really good traits.
Noah:  Yeah- there's probably more but I can't think of them right now.

Mom: Do you want to have kids one day?
Noah:  uh huh.
Mom:  How many?
Noah: Three

Mom: What is your favorite thing about yourself?
Noah:  I like how easily I laugh.  I laugh a lot.
Mom:  That's one of my favorite things about you, too.

Mom:  Tell me about your personality.
Noah: Ummm, I laugh a lot.  I'm friendly.  I'm caring.

Mom: What is your favorite thing to do at school?
Noah: Read to self time because I like reading books a lot.  My other favorite thing is talking to friends at lunch.
Mom:  What is your least favorite thing about school?
Noah:  The other kids in my class because they get our whole class in trouble a lot even when it's not me.

Mom: What is your favorite joke?
Noah: Knock. Knock.
Mom:  Who's there?
Noah:  Apple.
Mom:  Apple who?
Noah:  Applesauce.

Mom: How do you like to spend your free time?
Noah: Playing with my friends in the neighborhood.
Mom:  What kinds of things do you all do?
Noah:  Play in the woods, play outside, and swing.

Mom: What is your favorite thing about mommy?
Noah:  How nice you are to everybody you meet.  Cause I feel like if you meet somebody and they don't treat you well you still treat them well.

Mom: What is your favorite thing about daddy?
Noah:  When he says, "THE PINCHERS ARE IN TOWN!"  (tickling game) because it always makes me laugh a lot!

Mom: Who are your best friends?
Noah: Grace Evans, Brady Morris and Avery Land.

Mom: What is your favorite holiday?
Noah: Halloween cause that's two holidays... my birthday and Halloween.

Mom: What is your favorite thing about having a brother and sisters?
Noah: I have someone to play with when I can't go to a friend's house.
Mom: What's the worst part about siblings?
Noah: They sometimes disagree with me and that makes us fight.

Mom: What do you think that high school will be like?
Noah: I don't think it will be very good because I feel like a lot of kids that are in high school act not as good as they were in middle school and stuff and so the people that are nice usually don't... I think the bad kids will get in trouble.

Mom: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
Noah: I would go to the top of the tallest tree in the redwood forest and see how beautiful it is!

Mom: If you could make up your perfect day and do anything you wanted, what would you do?
Noah: I'd be able to fly that day and um, I'd have a day with just you and daddy and Sadie and we would go to Hawaii in three seconds and then make the day extra long so it lasts for a week and we stay there while Scarlett and Miles stay at Papaw Gary's house.

Mom:  What is your favorite memory of this last year?
Noah: Going to Hawaii and swimming with the turtles and seeing the dolphins.

Mom:What's one thing you really want to accomplish this year?
Noah: Get above grade level on everything on my report card.

Mom:  Why are you so cute?
Noah:  Because I was just born that way.

Current Favorites:
color: red
toy: the swing
movie: The Minions Movie
TV show: Once Upon  A Time
food: chocolate cake
candy: Reese's
book: Clementine series
song: Like I'm Gonna Lose You (Meagan Trainer)
sport: baseball
ice cream: chocolate

October 05, 2015

Life in Facebook Posts

All the things we've been doing for the last MONTHS according to Facebook posts.  I always have good intentions of blogging regularly.  Yes, I do.  Those fall apart.  Dear children's babybooks, this is as good as it gets.


 Love.  (from our annual Fourth of July bash)  ***aside*** Kamron shaved his head.  Seriously.  I still can not figure this phenomenon out.  I know this is "the thing" to do when men of a certain age begin to lose their hair, but I. Just. Don't. Get. It. 

July 9:  Hard night at football.

 July 10: Went on a walk tonight in search of beauty (and serenity)...Found it.

July 12:  Scarlett- age 8: So how do you get a baby in your belly? Pray and drink a lot of milk?"

 July 13: Two at church camp. Two about to beat the crap out of each other in full pads and helmets. We are nothing if not extremists.
July 16th:   LOCAL-ISH FOSTER AND ADOPTIVE MOMS... Several weeks ago a fellow adoptive mom told me she didn't know any other people in her real life who had adopted- they were all online. And I thought to myself, "WOAH! Maybe there are others out there who need a tribe?!" Tribe building is my favorite. After all, we have some unique parenting JOYS and challenges and we need each other. So I said to myself, "Megan, two things you do really well are bake brownies and invite people over." From there, I added "open a bottle of wine" for good measure. So if you are a LOUISVILLE/SHELBYVILLE KY area foster or adoptive mom, I just want to have you over to my house. I'm thinking July 16th. Help me spread the word, I want no mom left behind. No agenda here. If you want to tell us your kid is the best kid on the planet, we will rejoice with you. If you are about to send a foster child home to a rough situation, we will be sad with you. If you want to figure out how to navigate school family tree assignments, we'll brainstorm with you. If you just want to come for the brownies and wine and keep your mouth shut, I'm all about it. Basically, I just want to assemble fabulous women. Let's just build a little local community. If you'd be interested in coming, leave a comment below. Or if you know a mom who might be interested, tag her here. I'll send invites out with my address to anyone who is interested. I can't wait to see how this little experiment turns out...

****For the first meeting, we had over 20 moms.  For the second, we had none.  Which means people either hated the first one or they got SO MUCH SUPPORT they didn't need any more.  I served candy corn (classy) for that second one.  Which basically means I drank all the wine and ate all the candy corn with my mother.  Wine and candy corn is a totally acceptable dinner.

July 18th:  (From Kamron's Facebook)  All is right in momma's world again. Just delivered her Noah home from camp

 July 19: Learn to care for your child's hair, the adoption books say. Doing hair is a time that is ripe for bonding, they say. When I finally write a book, the chapter on transracial hair care will read, "endless hours of My Little Pony and hearing your child scream 'you are killing me!' repeatedly does not a bonding moment make." But dammit, my parts are getting freaking awesome. ‪#‎itsagoodthingshescute‬

July 20:  First sleepaway camp with a buddy. 

July 21: Maggie thinks she's a people.

July 22:  Great weather for a game!

July 23: We have two, little, spotted baby deer living in our woods who are starting to come out to play a lot in our back yard. It feels like Christmas every single time they peek their curious little heads out of the tree line.

 July25: My parents wore all their Eagles records (then cassettes) out. Don and Glen and the boys have always been one of our faves. Hanging out with my mom (my mom is funner than your mom) at The Eagles tonight.  Also, Don Henley is still the ultimate silver fox.

July 27:  Beach Babies  (in Hawaii)

July 29: Pulled off the road at a gorgeous beach and got the privilege of swimming with dozens and dozens of giant sea turtles. It was one of the most amazing things we've ever experienced. (Except miles who hates animals- he chilled on the sand) ‪#‎makingmemories‬

July 31:  (From Kamron's Facebook)  I'm a lucky guy. The "scenery" is beautiful. And the background isn't bad either! 
***he scored major points with that sweetness***


August 2:  I love these little adventurers! at-Napali Coast, Kauai

 August 4:  SISTAHS!  *** one of my favorite photos ever*** (as Hanalei Bay)

August 10:  I am having a minor (ok, major) panic attack about middle school. All my cute little elementary kids are wiping off their tennis shoes and putting their supplies in backpacks. And it's all good. But the middle schooler... Who is still sweet and innocent and who actually still likes me... I've been warned she will come out of that school on the first day all angsty and weird. And so today I'm feeling like elf... We will eat tollhouse cookie dough as fast as we can and snuggle and soak it up...Because all the people have convinced me that in 36 hours she will become an unrecognizable monster and I will have all the tears and gnash my teeth about WHERE ARE THE YEARS GOING?!?! ‪#‎helpmetomcruise‬

August 12:  I'm usually doing a happy dance on the first day of school- this year I went down the rabbit hole of "next they'll be going to college and getting married and moving out and TIME IS MOVING TOO FAST." Lord, I pray these children will not be as dramatic as their mother. And that they will be kinder than necessary to everyone they meet. Amen.
First day of sixth, third and third grade. (Doing something a little different with Miles this year so he starts in two weeks)

August 12:  Miles has decided that starting school two weeks later than the others and being an "only kid" during the day has its perks. GranMary and Papaw David had him over for breakfast and he didn't have to share them with anyone. Then an afternoon on the pond bank with his great-granny. It's good to be king.

August 15:  These two lifelong besties survived their first week as middle schoolers. That accomplishment needs a sleepover for sure

August 17: Reading with Miles... He's cracking me up. The word we are trying to read is "parents". He says:
Pair of pajamas?
Pair of nuts?
Pair of noodles?
"No Miles. That word is parents."
"Huh? Are you sure? I think it's pair of nuts."

August 20:  Went to buy school uniforms this morning. Or as Miles calls them... School boy costumes. 

August 21:  There are few things cuter than my mother. Also, those leg muscles. For real.

August 24: So, Jen Hatmaker's new book arrived in my mailbox today. As I'm reading through it I keep thinking about all my girls I want to pass this on to- because I love to give my friends words to read (as evidenced by the ridiculous amount of text messages they endure). In high school I thought that I'd never in a million years want to stay in this "god forsaken town where people go to Walmart for FUN". But now, I wouldn't trade this small town life surrounded by people who love me big and who let me love them big right back for anything. 

August 29: EAGLES WIN!  Go Miles #30

August 29: A night out with friends.  I love these women. 

August 30: Sometimes twist outs accidentally take a wrong turn toward mad scientist.


September 3:  "Mom, every time I walk into the chapel at school I get the coughs. Lots of coughs. I think I've got an allergy to mass." - Miles, age 7.

September 7: 13 years ago, this hottie and I said "I do". There's no one else I'd rather be on this adventure with. I love you, Kamron Terry. Happy Anniversary! 

September 9:  Our power was out for thirty minutes, and all hell broke loose. No batteries. Not a single flashlight in our house worked, we only had two candles that weren't burned down to nothing. Children lost their ever loving minds because it was SO. DARK. AND OMG WE HAVE TO SLEEP IN THE DARK! I gave many speeches about children all over the world who don't have power blah blah blah. Essentially I learned in those 30 minutes that we utterly suck as people and that the stockpile of cooking oil and spaghetti noodles that Kamron keeps in the basement for the apocalypse is USELESS. We will last exactly 25 seconds when the zombies take over the world. God bless America. 

September 13: We seriously *NEED* a pygmy goat. (with my Dad's pygmy goat, Bucky)

September 18: "Mom, the next time I get my hair cut I'd like it to look like a farm. You know, how the fields have lines in 'em when they get mowed? That's what I want it to look like." 

September 18:  I just dropped off my baby (and all her darling friends) at her first school dance. Listening to a group of nervous 11/12 year olds is pretty much the best, most hilarious, most awkward thing ever. Love her.

September 19:  TOUCHDOWN MILES TERRY!!! Saturday mornings should come with a side of Xanax for the mothers. We ❤ #30

September 19:  From my mom's Facebook-  Our team raised $7,455 for Bike to Beat Cancer! Thanks to all who gave and those who came out to support the ride  (my mom with the bike and our whole extended family)

September 21:  I have been three weeks without soda. In related news, my coffee consumption is up 5073% as are my attempted murders.

September 24:  Noah wakes up 20 minutes before all the other kids every day. The two of us have breakfast together and snuggle and solve all the world's problems before 7am. This morning, over our Cheerios, he says, "I know I've heard it a million times but tell me the story of how you and daddy met and fell in love again." He grins all the way through it every single time. I can't think of a better way to start the day.

September 27: About a year or two ago, Sadie became obsessed with baking and decided she wanted to become a pastry chef. She has spent all of her free time this week writing a business plan for a "bake shop" she wants to open after school in our town. She's consulted cookbooks, business books, studied kitchen chemistry, priced out ingredients and printed business cards. Her birthday is in a month and all that's on her list is a kitchen-aid stand mixer. 

September 29:  When your children hear the new Selena Gomez song and are certain the lyrics are "I'm farting carrots" instead of "I'm 14 carats" hilarity will ensue.

September 30: You guys. I just can't even. The people who have invested in my Sadie her whole life... It's overwhelming. Over the last few weeks as Sadie wrote her business plan to open a bakery, we never anticipated how many people would want to encourage her. Those of you who messaged for our address to mail cookbooks and her darling math teacher who placed the first official order for the bakery... And then Grandma Neeter gifted her with the much desired mixer!!!. I just want to cry with how well people love my littles. Gosh, we have a great village.

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