Where Were We 2 Years Ago?

I will give you a hint. You guessed it.




2 years ago we were flying to China to meet our little girl. Who knew that life was about to get so interesting and fun? Brady was watching Emma (he calls her punk) while she was playing a few days ago and he said "our lives were pretty boring before she came along." No truer words have ever been spoken. It's hard to be bored now when you assist her with her wardrobe changes at least 6 times daily. It's like living with a diva. Bathing suits, aprons, robes, shorts, hats, gloves, shoes, boots, sandals, oh my. Does she ever tire of changing clothes? Why yes, if it involves a dress and then things get ugly.



I know this week will be nostalgic for me. I remember how exciting our journey was and how scary as well. Bittersweet is the word I would use. But I wouldn't change a thing. When I see the little girl that she is becoming and the challenges that she faces with such stamina I am completely blown away.



If you are reading our blog and thinking about adoption or supporting others who are adopting, JUST DO IT. It's a huge leap and it's very overwhelming but it's one of the greatest events in our lives and I wish we would have done it sooner. If we had done is sooner perhaps we could do it again. As it is now I don't think that is in God's plan for our lives. If it was however, we would jump at it.

Pianist Liu Wei(from Chinese talent show) eng sub

School Days and More

Well, school is a hit.



I cried the first day. Emma cried the second day. Emma made a face that was so sad and pitiful on the third day that I thought I might never send her again. Today, Emma pushed me to the door and told me "Diddy to go" which translates into "Ready to go" and she gave me a sweet little look and off she went. She is loving her friends and her teachers and it has made a noticeable change in her speech. She actually put a sentence together yesterday and told me "I fall down." Well, I almost did and it was wonderful to hear her say that.



She has become particularly fond of one of the boys in her class room and they are so sweet. She hugs him bye everyday and he just beams. It's the sweetest thing ever. One of the girls in her room decided that she wanted to eat like Emma does and only used her little fingers to eat her lunch. Apparently Emma is really causing a stir and why wouldn't she! She's amazing and I couldn't be prouder to be her mom.



Other little Emma isms that I need to document or I will forget include:

• She wants me to hold her like a baby while I rock her and let her drink from her sippy cup. She also wants me to sing "Rockabye Baby" the entire time.
• She continues to only poop while she is down for a nap or at night. When will we ever master pooping in the potty?
• She continues to hate dogs but wants to pretend that she is one while I lead her on a "leash" and she pants.
• Her new favorite toy is a Nerf gun that Ashton found downstairs in the toy box and gave to her. She walks around with one eye closed and aiming it at whatever is in the way. He also found a plastic cap gun holster and she wants to wear it all the time. I have to make her take it off to go to school.
• She watches outside for the "ear" aka deer everyday and wants to take a picture of them.
• Her favorite book right now is "Barnyard Dance" by Sandra Boyton. She loves to do all of the motions and say the names of the animals. A duck is a "quack quack" and a sheep is a "baa".
• They are working on the letter C at school and I posted her "homework" on the door and she walks by it and says "A" all the time. We have some work to do on that.

She is amazing and I continue to be blown away by her personality. God chose the perfect little girl to be our daughter and she is growing up way too fast.

I have always tried to take a picture of the kids while they are sleeping on their first day of school and this was hers on August 16, 2010.

If You Give a Mouse Some Chocolate

It's August.



Christmas was 8 months ago.



We always get way too much candy at Christmas. Well, I think we get way too much but I'm sure that my children would disagree. Is there such a thing as too much of anything to eat when you are a teenager, especially candy?




My boys have never enjoyed sharing with one another. They hide their loot so that the other one can't have any. Call it brotherly love if you will. But sometimes being selfish just doesn't pay and apparently Ashton is as forgetful as his mother about some things.



Ashton told me earlier in the week, "I have a rat in my closet." A RAT. I don't think so. Not in this house, not on this land, not in this life, NO WAY. I explained that perhaps he has a mouse in his room because that is unfortunately a frequent occurrence when you live in the basement. He agreed that it was probably a mouse and I told him I would put some form of mouse demise out to eliminate our problem and then I forgot about it. It's not in my room.



Fast forward to today when the exterminator called and asked if they could do our quarterly service and I thought since Emma was at school it would be a good time. I also thought it might be a good time to get all of the junk out of the floor of Ashton's closet and let them spray for whatever might be in the area.




Here's where the Christmas candy comes in. Buried beneath the shoes, tennis rackets, baseball equipment, overnight bags, golf clubs, shoes, golf balls, hats, hunting apparel, and shoes was a complete smorgasbord of little Christmas snickers, M&M's, peppermints, and Smarties. Of course it was also buried underneath the mouse droppings and torn to shreds paper that the mouse had made it's little mouse home in. Wonder how many little mice were born in that home that smelled of mint and chocolate? It's like being in a Starbucks during the holidays. So as I continued to throw things out of the closet and armed myself with a ball bat just in case it really was a rat or perhaps 20, I grumbled about my children and their antics and wondered to myself if mice like chocolate and if it's bad for them like it is for dogs and if my son realized what a perfectly good waste of Snickers we have suffered due to his selfishness.




So I vacuumed up the mess, left everything for him to pick up when he gets home and decided that there is indeed a rat in the basement and he is 14 and approximately 5"10" and on some days intolerable, but on most days, adorable.




Now, if I can only find where he hid his Easter candy...........

Every 18 Seconds - What Can WE Do?

First Day of School

Well, apparently Emma did better than I did today and the rumor is out that I was a mess when I left the school:) When I arrived to pick her up she was sitting at her table eating her lunch and looking rather happy. She also looked pretty happy to see me! So we go again tomorrow and I'm sure she will love it. The teachers said she did great today and seemed very happy. Chalk another big step up for my girl.



I managed to get to the eye doctor and the grocery before picking her up. I have a creepy internal sty in my eye. I am using some eye ointment and may have to take some antibiotics. As long as it gets better I don't care. At the risk of being a whiner, it's driving me nuts.

Okay, So I Ain't that Tuff Afterall

Well, thank God that I have some massive horrible eye infection/irritation that is causing severe watering of my right eye. It is really a blessing in disguise that allowed me to cry all the way out of the school this morning when I left my girl for her first day. Yes, I left her. My original plan was to hang around for a while for fear that they wouldn't understand what she was saying when she had various wants/needs. I gave Miss Renee the information and even though I know she would have been fine with me staying, my gut was telling me the best thing to do was go ahead and leave and that Emma would be fine. My gut was also saying "girl get out of here quick before all the kids see Emma's mom and think she is a total crazy person". So my cyclops eye and I left the building, climbed into my automobile, curled up into a fetal position and cried like a baby. Not really. Skip the fetal position part and just go with the whole cried like a baby part.



Yes, I had to leave the boys for their first days of school and I recall crying, but this was different somehow. They were verbal and could make their every need known and she can't. It's just different this time. She is my last little one. She is a girl. She has been left before and I don't ever want her to think that mom isn't coming back. Somehow that just eats at me.



So here I sit, crying and counting down the minutes until I can go pick her up. Yes, I like to act all big and bad, but really I'm just a sap at heart......I'm about to go to the eye doctor to diagnose my cyclops eye problem and get some much needed relief. As uncomfortable as it has been this morning, it really did come in handy.

She looks pretty happy doesn't she?