David!!!!!!!!!!

This morning, G, Z and I were looking through photo albums (I've given up scrapbooking and have just placed the photos in albums so we can at least enjoy them). He saw a picture of Johnna's boyfriend, David. He yelled - "I want Daaaaaaaaaaaaaviiiiiiiiiiiiid!" It was so cute!

Today is a day of exhaustion. One of those that caused me to skip church as I snuggled on the couch with my little boy. Memae took G to Sunday School. She learned about Baby Moses. Little does she realize, in many ways her beginning has similarities to Moses.

We ate at Wendy's for lunch and fresh pineapple and waffles with milk for dinner = simple. I did do a little speed shopping for G's birthday party next weekend.

I can't believe it's back to work tomorrow and another week of travel followed by an overnight birthday party on the weekend. At least I have a couple of days off next week. I sure need it (and so do the kids and my Mom). I don't know what I'd do without her right now.

Z-man

When someone asks him his name he responds with "Z-man!!". I love it! It's so funny.

The thing that brought tears to my eyes this morning is:
I am working at home on a project. From another room, I could hear the music playing as the kids were working on some kind of project at the island. Z-man starts singing: Kum ba yah. Seriously, I love that he knows this song (and so many others). It's a real benefit to have them at home with my Mom where she can play (and teach) them Christian songs.

And, something I lifted from someone's facebook profile:

“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.” -- Albert Einstein

People ask me all the time how I do the work that I do (building/creating new things). I get to work in the imagination and make those ideas become reality. This is how God made me. Maintaining the structure in an existing organization seems boring to me.

Day 11 & My Fingers Got Dirty

Well, today is day 11 of my journey to my THIRD child...yup...that is right.

This photo? Me exiting the local jail after being fringer printed!

I went to the local sheriff's office only to be told that I needed to go across the parking lot to the jail...to be finger printed. So there I was watching a whole lot of chaos.

A seemingly grumpy lady ended up being nicer than her rough exterior conveyed. She worked my fingers into that black ink and completed two sets of prints that will be sent off to the local FBI processing center. They take ~10 days to process.

Since leaving AZ and moving to ME, I have embarked on a new learning experience but it seems quite familiar to how my family has been formed thus far.

Remaining:

-24 hours of classes

-a medical release for me (Must be completed by a physician. I'm hoping that my AZ physician can complete this since I don't yet have a physician in ME)

Then...Phase II:

-fire marshall inspection

-social worker interviews/visits

-Writing up a profile

-Approval to adopt

Then....Phase III: The Wait.

I can't believe that in 11 days all but two items for which I am responsible have been completed and submitted.

Request: Please pray for my future son or daughter. May he/she be safe tonight, tomorrow and between now and then - whether he/she is in a uterus tonight or is in a crib somewhere. May he/she feel some love - seriously, the sense of being loved/cared for/connected to at least one other human being.

Thanks!

Life = a crazy journey!

Getting around to blogging

So, the move has resulted in a lot of changes including NOT blogging. I actually just backed up and then deleted my 3.5 year wordpress blog. I wanted a little more privacy and I think blogger provides that.

So I don't forget:

1.16.10: Z at walmart said: "I smell junk" to a lady who approached him to say "hi". She was a smoker and apparently he didn't like it. Funny what they say. This same lady saw us a few times in the store and finally said it: "Have you had them since birth?" I paused and looked at her and said "Yes." I attempted to move on and then there it came: Oh, are they biologically your children? I lied thinking she'd go away. How silly of me. Then she continued with "Oh, I thought they were adopted. They don't look anything like you." I responded with "Yeah, we get that a lot since we moved to Maine." Ugh! Guess I can't lie to get rid of these people (not a good idea anyway) since I have a nearly 4 year old who KNOWS she is adopted. People.

I told the kids if they obeyed shopping we could go "out" to eat. They were pretty good so G picked Taco Bell. We pulled up and I got Z out of the car first. He kind of freaked out and didn't want to go in. We went in. Well, after 4 bites, he freaked out. I swear he had a panick attack or something. He didn't like it when people entered the building and he just gave up on eating. Before it was over, I was rocking him in my arms like a baby. We came home. He went right to bed. I should note that he did NOT have a nap at all but still...

1.17.10: Z is 2.5 years. We had a small "half birthday" celebration with an German Apple Strudel (that he helped make but didn't like it!). He did like blowing out the single candle I put in the middle (3 times). He didn't like the homemade bean soup I made for him either. Oh well, he's 2.5 years.

Oh, Z just went into a toddler bed. I thought he was throwing a lot of toys out of his crib. Well, it was HIM climbing in and out. I realized this one day when I went to check in on him at nap time. He was standing in the middle of the floor. Well, he's now in the other bedroom and I took the front section off of the crib to make it a toddler bed. He slept on the floor the first 2 nights and now sleeps in his bed. I loves jumping on it the most! G loves her new room (switched rooms) and the fact that I painted it pink! Zade misses the front windows - he loved watching the cul de sac and all the happenings (minimal, BTW).

G's portrait of me today (1.18.10):