Monday, November 29, 2010
It's the ONLY reason I did it. I've put it off as long as possible, not just due to the usual happenings when we go, but we STILL do not have a Certificate of C*tizenship (COC) for Chase. That's a whole other issue that is driving me nuts.
But off we went, since the kids are off school till Wed. Me, Chase, Chance and baby Jaxon. Once we located the office, which, unbeknown to me, had moved, it only took us about 45 minutes. WOW.
Chance's will be here in 2 weeks, Chase's documents have to be confirmed so his will take longer. But all went smoothly, we didn't wait long and other than Chance telling the woman he was "bored, to hurry up," we were in and out fairly painlessly.
As for Chase's COC, we're going on 7 months home. He became a citizen when he entered the US. I've contacted the office via e-mail and called (every day for 3 weeks straight) with it going direct to an answering machine- left messages with our contact info- nothing. Not a return call, not an e-mail. So I contacted our congressman who put in an inquiry, still NOTHING.
It's been over a month since our congressman inquired so his office sent in ANOTHER request for the COC to be processed. Not sure what they are doing at the Philly office, if they lost it, someone is on extended vacation, but getting very annoyed.
Now as for the past trips to the SS office. OIY. If you don't know us from Kat on, well----- my first trip for Kat, she tormented a service dog, was a total monster child and I went totally unprepared for HOURS sitting waiting.
Chloe's trip I took older children, thinking they could surely behave and was asked for the first and only time "was I running a group home or something?"
Something, all right. All mine, they are. Thrilled to claim them as we sat waiting F-O-R-E-V-E-R. (dripping sarcasm here)
We got home today at lunch time, Chloe had Hannah over for the day, they all made dumplings for lunch and they played outside rollerblading for awhile. We took Hannah to karate class with the kids, since they practice on her, now she can kick their butts back:)
Tomorrow I'm going to put Chance to work the second he mentions "I'm bored." It's all that's been coming out of his mouth. He wanted to know if he could "shoot deer, get money." Not quite sure where he got that idea, but the answer is "NO." He doesn't think they should be off school so long, then there's Chloe who has it counted out (16 days of school) till the next vacation, Christmas.
We'll just have to see what Chance gets himself into tomorrow:)
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Everyone had their favorites~
Turkey - dad.
Turkey neck- Chloe. (OIY)
Cranberry sauce- Camden.
Pumpkin pie- Mal.
Homemade bread- grandma.
All of it- Chance:)
Our "Ch*nese" flare to holiday meals- shrimp.
A Happy Thanksgiving Day.
Blessed to have it all, on our table, now in our bellies. MMMMMMmmmmm. Everyone made it except Brandon. We missed him:(
Wonderful to pray and give thanks to God for the 2 new sons at our table this year. We think it was a hit with them:)
As for the insane shopping of the a.m.? Nope, not for me. We are doing our run at midnight tonight to get what we want, mainly just for pj's, otherwise I have shopped online with free shipping and have most all of the loot bought, much to my relief.
Lest you feel I am outdoing you, I have NOTHING wrapped. Not one thing.
Make ya feel better?
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Growing up to me, it was a given. We are thankful, yadda, yadda. Of COURSE, we had a thanksgiving meal. With all the trimmings. Never really thought otherwise.
But to become the momma of many, some of whom have suffered from deep hunger, it's really eye opening to see our new son light up at the sight of the Thanksgiving turkey in the freezer. Eyes HUGE, thanking me for getting it. How humbling is that?
He was even showing it off when we had company over this past week. And we all laughed, but for him this is BIG.
When I visited the children's orphanage, I saw a baby that was 10 months old and 10 pounds! I could see the care of the children was not lacking but obviously the food supply was short. And that equates out to the older children doing without since they can go the longest without food and still survive. Hard reality, huh? But true. So for our kids, having food all the time, not going hungry now is amazing.
So for this I am deeply thankful God has provided for them now, for us to give them the simple joy of a bird in the freezer they can be proud to show off. And I am thankful God gave me the eye opening experiences He has in my life. So I see more than just me, my little world.
That there is so much more out there and I have so much more to give than just bringing up a few spoiled, self centered children such as I was. (Yes, mom, I am admitting it in writing, right here!)
I'm also deeply thankful for answers to prayer. Remember when I posted about "The children of my heart" here?
Children I care deeply about, what happens to them, if they will get adopted, special ones of my heart.
WELLLLLL------- I have news that 2 of these precious children are/have been adopted. One of the boys from the teens orphanage was adopted to Spain. He has a family. YIPEEE! One of the little SB babies, he's getting adopted:) WHOOO HOOOO! Answers to many prayers for these children from their "foster momma- aka- ME".
I still have 2 girls on my heart, as well as 2 young boys, and that's okay, God can give me more as He takes care of placing the ones that were in my heart. I accept the burden to care. I love them from afar. I pray for them, think of them and will do anything possible to help them, within God's wishes for us.
I don't ever want to NOT CARE. I don't. I don't ever want to chicken out and say "it's too much for me to handle, I am just one person, one mother, too busy, have enough."
Just as I never want to go back to assuming we will have turkey and all the trimmings for Thanksgiving without a second thought. Or without a prayer of thanks.
I'll be thanking God this year for our food, for answers for 2 of His children, as well as prayers of safekeeping and love for the current children of my heart, as well as the precious children at my table.
We are truly and deeply blessed and I am so
thankful we are not taking that for granted and that I got to share the simple joy over having a turkey to cook via our wonderful new son:)
And I gotta say- older child adoption- tough, different, but so, so, SO worth it. These children bring so much to our lives, so much WE needed. I think I was the special need in all this, 'cause they are PERFECT. (Shhh, just don't tell them, okay? We don't need their heads to swell or anything- they shouldn't be the only ones who can keep people guessing:) Ha ha ha.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Yet, when I got on line and looked up some pictures of Asian hair styles they both picked longer styles. Meaning longer than their hair NOW.
So I said "Fine, we'll let your hair grow and then shape it once it's long enough." So why do they pester me every day to get their hair "cut-ah?" Because they think their hair will be magically transformed and when it isn't it will be "MY FAULT."
I'm not falling for that one. BTDT and know BETTER. So they are denied hair cut-ah's till they grow some more hair. In the meantime Chance is looking cute in his shaggy hair, kinda like a teen rock star, since he sings all the time, that's what he reminds me of.
2 of the older boys got in trouble today, biggest of all got an earful from his momma, you are never too old for momma to whip you into shape. Mine all know that. Donovan was the other one, he refused to listen to a teacher and shut up. No surprise there, and he has 3 detentions. His 3rd ones of this year- sighhhhh.
I told the principal, if it made the teacher feel any better, he doesn't shut up when I tell him to either. He ALWAYS thinks his way was right, no matter what the issue and will argue with you till he is in so deep and he is still going on strong. OIY.
Miss Kitty asked me if I would buy her a shirt that said "DRAMA QUEEN." I was a little surprised since she doesn't LIKE anyone calling her that, but she said "I am one and I saw a girl with a shirt with that on it at school." So she was miffed the girl had a shirt with HER title. Ohhhh, I see. Don't you?
Chloe is making her Christmas list and checking it twice, Chance is close behind her. He is fascinated with the thought he can ask for more than one thing for Christmas. Which he keeps calling Trick or Treat. He's behind a month! Christmas is hard for him to say, I think that's part of it.
Many friends and family are annoyed with me, that my Christmas stuff is up already, but HEY- we have 2 boys here that have many years to make up for no Christmases. I want them to enjoy the anticipation as much as possible, to see each little thing we do to prepare as a joy of being a child of God within our family.
We explain Christmas to them like this, Jesus loves them so much he lets THEM get gifts for His birthday. Making it about Jesus, not about Santa.
We got Chloe's Christmas dress online tonight, that has been a nightmare. She is SOOO picky and everything I thought was nice she said "No flavor." AKA not flashy enough. OIY. She ended up with one that is red, black and white, very pretty and I am so glad that search is over. She was driving me nuts trying to find the PERFECT dress, as if Christmas was tomorrow.
Oh, and another issue, the CAT- she won't leave the tree alone. The first night it was up she climbed the whole way to the TOP. Nearly took the whole thing down. She's been seen chewing on the light bulbs. I don't know what to do to discourage her from the fun of the lights, the balls, the blinking ANGEL on top. Now the tree is crooked and sad looking:( Rotten feline.
I guess that's what I get for having my Christmas decorating done already, huh?
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
I knew I was in trouble when the "master" made a comment about how more fun can be had with getting our two legs going in opposite directions as far as possible. Someone forgot to tell my hip that this was supposed to be a tremendous amount of fun and said hip lashed right back at me. OUCH.
I had to sincerely promise my aging bod to never do that again for it to rise up this morning and function to get around today. I don't plan to ever have that lapse in judgement again, guess the "fun" is out for me.
Needless to say, the children laughed like nuts watching mother trying to keep up. At least someone got some amusement out of my pain. So much for being "cool Mother." (As the boys called me) I'll just have to be "uncool."
Next time I'm taking a book.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
You know what? ASK God, He will lead you, that's for sure! We showed a video today chronicling our adoption journey at church today. Chase broke down crying, even though he had seen the video at home. It was a good cry, cleansing for him. He's such a sensitive soul:)
Warm socks. A hat. A little snack. But more than that. A way to say "someone cared enough about YOU to do this. You are NOT forgotten. Don't give up HOPE."
I know it means a ton to the children there, as well as our children who love these kids left behind. Children who MATTER. They have faces, names, needs, fears, and tears. I can't imagine NOT having our kiddos from Ch*na. God matched them as a perfect fit in our family. As much as they drive us nuts, it amazes me how much they fit in our nutty family as cherished (nut) members.
We had 42 cards with "boy or girl" and their age. WELL.... can I just tell you that our small sized church of 125 or so people TOOK EVERY SINGLE CARD WE HAD! And wanted MORE! Isn't God's workers AWESOME?
If each church in the U.S. took an orphanage to "adopt" the children there, hummmmm.......I'm thinking we'd probably be able to cover the WORLD. ALL the orphanages in the world with SOMEONE who cares. WOW.
To add to my joy today, our son, Chance, when the sermon was over and the pastor asked anyone who needed to know God, to ask Him into their heart- Chance did it. He went up and with the pastor's wife's help, he asked God into his heart. I cried, and I cried, more than I have ever cried in church. We were also surprised with a quilt presented to our family, that a church member made, with hearts for each of our family members, their name and date of birth, as well as each of our "Gotcha" dates. It was just an amazing day.
As our church leader said today, we often can't wait 7 minutes, 7 days, 7 months let alone 7 YEARS for God to answer our prayers, yet our children sat at an orphanage for 7 and 8 YEARS wanting to have a family. Yearned for it. And I KNOW even if they didn't know God, HE knew them, He heard their pleas, understood their pain. And He answered.
Orphan Sunday--- we all have to care, as long as 1 orphan exists. Right now the count is somewhere between 143-147 MILLION orphans. And God cares, about every single one.
We are soooo thankful to say today that 4 less children are orphans no longer, they are our sons and daughters. Children we love so deeply and are proud to have them carry our name. Chase, Chloe, Chance and Kat, the children God planned for us to parent.
Do you hear God asking you if you want a very special blessing?
Saturday, November 6, 2010
He said he doesn't like when I AM MAD at him. So I said "then don't MAKE ME MAD." Hummm... novel idea, I know!
He was fine once we got past the "mother is mad at him." Chloe helped him, she wrote for him the note. (Note they are BED children- ha ha ha ) I chuckled when it was obvious that neither one of them could figure out what to do and they came up with "what then?"
Ohh, it hurts my heart sometimes to know these children have to LEARN how to be part of a family. They have NO clue how to handle so many situations we consider "no brainers" and it's not due to their intelligence, it's things they never learned from when they were little children.
So Chance assured me he doesn't miss Ch*na one bit, other than the food. He is one child that doesn't let things bother him, which is why I was worried with him acting up yesterday as well, Camden was tossing around a football before school and it slipped, hitting Chance- of course it did.
And Chance was furious with Camden. Off he went to school, MAD. I got an e-mail from the ESL teacher saying he had talked to her about it, that he was very upset.
I thought it was great he talked to her. He usually just clams up. But then when he got home and Chloe helped him apologize and I was talking to him he told me he really can't stand me being mad at him. That's the issue. Along with him STILL thinking I give Camden special treatment.
So I explained to him Camden got in trouble for tossing the ball in the house, but that he needed to "NOT make me mad for me to not be mad at him." And I told him "Momma MAD= you SAD, no momma MAD= you NO SAD." And what does that Chloe pipe in with? "Chloe mad, no one sad." And dad said "yep, you got it." So she swatted dad and we all got a good laugh. Yeah, we carrying on like, well, like a bunch of kids often. Can't help it, I don't want to grow up. (can't make me MOM)
It's really something trying to keep up with these 3, I was taking them to the store to get Chase a coat, he refuses to wear many things, as if he hit the Tr*mp adoptive family. Nope, just us. Bummer, I know! So I give up on picking anything without him along, and he picked a heavy jacket,wouldn't get a coat. Guess when he is freezing this winter that coat I showed him and encouraged him to get will look okay for him to wear and he'll be S-O-R-R-Y he doesn't have it. So there!
Anyway on the way into the store Chloe says "Mother. You mean." I said "Okay." Knowing this was leading to a teen gripe session unmerited by ME. She went on to say "you don't do this, and that and this for us.- You so mean, I want go back to Ch*na to my birth mother." Since I knew my wonderfully snotty teen aged daughter wanted a reaction- I said "Okay, you do that. I wonder if you can find her?" Chloe was speechless for once.
So I took her silence as an opportunity to say "you know what Chloe, I am not MEAN. I love you as much as any mother could love her child. I feed you, get you what you need, take you to karate, church, and I think it's MEAN of you to say such things." Well... girl changed her tune really FAST. I think it's a backlash of her talking about the foster children we met at karate, she was asking all kinds of questions of how children get taken from their parents (mothers) here.
I KNOW this girl. She fears losing the mother she finally has. Terribly fears it. And one of the best ways to get to root of a nasty comment from any teenager is to L-I-S-T-E-N. Because I have learned they are usually trying to tell you something or work through something under that nasty comment. And If you give them a big reaction they will shut down and you get nothing else out of them. But I also know when to put a halt to her taking out her fear on me. I'm not a punching bag.
Although they must think I am. I have armed them- yikes, you are right! They keep practicing that karate on me. I have to tell them to go beat up dad. That will be lovely for their PP report being done this week- "they love it here, we don't beat them, they beat up US." OIY.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Our kiddos all started karate last night, Tae Kwon Do, to be correct. The teens had a blast, they weren't quite as fit as they thought doing the stretches. But they caught on quickly. Kat had the hardest time, the girl is a lover, not a fighter and she looked absolutely mortified when a girl who was about 12 told her to "throw a punch at her face."
She very timidly threw that punch, it was sooo funny. I can see how it will be something that can greatly help all the kids with their balance, control and self defense, something that would ease this momma's mind to know her kids can hold their own against someone BAD.
And it's a cool activity in place of the beloved basketball, of which Chloe is not wanting to do now after all. Remember her throwing in brothers' faces that she was getting to do it and not them?? Yeah, well, 2 practices later and she's done. TURD.
Something I found interesting about the kids-- we started karate because a friend of mine goes with her 3 foster kids. Her kids were fascinated with our kids, as they were the only other "younger" ones in the class.
So as they rode home foster mom was telling them how blessed they were to not have endured what our children have, being in an orphanage, hoping to get a family, giving up their language, culture, everything to come here and learn to be a part of a family with people they don't even know at first. That they still have a mom they can call on the phone anytime and aunts, uncles, comfort foods, smells, etc.
So guess what the conversation was on the way home in OUR van? How sad it was that those kids had to be in foster care, since they have parents! Yep, our kids feeling bad for the foster kids. They don't understand why kids here are in foster care as long as they have living, known parents. It's inconceivable that being neglected or abused causes children here to be taken from their parents. Isn't it amazing how children see things?
Besides hoping we get a few black belted kiddos, we are trying to teach the teens a few things, even Chloe still needs quite a bit of help at times with social issues, how to be polite, what is rude, etc. There's just one thing I can't seem to get them to stop doing, all 3 of them. And it's GROSS. They call every bit of gunk that comes from your ears, eyes, nose, POOP.
What that means is I take them to the store and they say very loudly, "Mother, my ears, full of POOP," as they are trying to tell me we need Q-T*ps. OIY. Talk about embarrassing. They have NO love of our Q-T*ps either, they think they are the wimpiest things they have ever seen. They dearly want an ear spoon, yep, a tiny little metal spoon thing that they use to scoop out their poop, uhh, I mean wax.
Another lovely embarrassing moment was with Chance sitting in church, as a song winds down he comes off with "Mother. POOP." And he's pointing at ME. He meant I have eyeliner in the corner of my eye! But wow, what do you think everyone around me thought?
I never dreamed I'd rather hear booger, snot, eye gunk, dirty dog, anything besides "Mother, POOP." And they never fail to add "mother" in front of it so it sounds as if it's MY issue.
In other news, a change is coming--- wait.....wait.... wait for it, WAIT FOR IT..............