Friday, April 26, 2013

Friday Facts

Friday already? WOW. Where did this week go?  

My Friday started out with surprise, a certain cute baby girl slept all night for the first time:)

Then no surprise here, Kat was "In a mood" this morning and it wasn't a HAPPY one:( That would be BAD mood which seems to come nearly every Friday. It's the typical result of the end of week, culminating lack of sleep, and general grumpiness over clothes, she didn't like the clothing choice for her for the day.

Even though I changed her outfit for an acceptable one, she went on the bus in tears, which I swear she knows makes me feel terrible. I have called the teacher before when this has happened she said she  had no idea a thing was wrong when she saw Miss Kat so obviously the show is for mom alone:(  

Now Phoebe, she was deeply concerned that Kat was not happy, she wouldn't want "Her Kat" to be sad, even when it's HER(Phoebe) that will not be quiet at night and let the girls go to sleep. She doesn't get that it makes Kat grumpy to not get enough sleep.

Other Friday facts--- teachers who tell my children that if they cook and bring in 2 Chinese dishes for over 100 kids, providing napkins, forks,plates for all and leaving me with a kitchen covered in 2 inches deep of grease for a lousy 20 extra credit points should have to come to MY HOME and clean the mess up. 

I vote they use that Home Ec room at school and cook there, teach them all how to cook, since I already know how. Then clean up the mess THERE. Even teach THAT. How's that for an idea. 

Then maybe when the kids go off themselves in the world they can cook 2 dishes and clean up after themselves. Novel idea, huh? What are they learning today-- How to eat?  Trust me when I say mine have that down pat. No help needed.

My aunt stopped by and said "Good grief, whatever you feed these kids when you get them home, they sure do grow!" 

 Yes, Phoebe has clearly gotten taller, she's growing out of some of her size 8 pants, already. 

I haven't measured her but I'll have to. Her hair is growing fast too. I cut her bangs and Kat's again last night. 

More Friday facts--well, I've learned Baby girl's schedule, she's the funniest little thing. She sticks her tongue out when she is hungry.

 She hates socks, I have never seen a baby who could use her toes to remove one sock from the other foot. 

I put socks to her knees on today and pants and said to her "There, you won't get those off." And with 1/2 hr they went missing!  She's GOOD:)


Baby Girl is growing like crazy, she stood alone on Wednesday for the first time, then she looked at me like "Yikes, I'm not holding on to anything." 

 Then this morning when having her cereal and fruit, I noticed her bottom tooth has come through. Her very first tooth. Ahhhh. 

My aunt and uncle stopped in with some things for her, she had been cared for by them while baby mom was in school-- she was wiggling with excitement, it was so sweet. She was incredibly happy to see them. 

Other Friday facts of my world--going anywhere in solid colors has now ended with a baby in tow.

 Solid colors (shirts) not only do not entertain baby when she doesn't want to be in the car seat one more second and must be held- it also does not hid snot, slobber, puke, poo.

 Yes, solid shirts are not my friend. So my days of solid clothing is reserved for home where no one cares what I am wearing.

I gave Chance a haircut last night and he HUGGED me, in thanks. That was to get out of paying me (Chloe's input there)
 but I'll take it.





 I cut Paisley's hair earlier, she wanted to go shorter so we did, I think it looks great on her. Whatcha think? (I got a hug of payment from her too:))





Well, everybody just piled in the door, and I surely don't want to miss any of what they all gotta tell me about their day--- 


---so enjoy your Friday! 

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Who is this?

We have been a little hugely busy--- we have a tiny visitor, you see. I am not sure how long she will be here.  I just know the kids are thrilled. A BABY--- yep, a little one is staying with us for now.

As cute as the dickens, she is entertaining, funny, busy, loves to pull hair (the doggies are less-than-thrilled-with-her for that.) See Teddy running from her in the pic?

But this has been a great insight to our own kiddos-- Chance doesn't have much patience with little ones. He ditches her on anyone as quick as he can. Although he watches out for her when asked.

Phoebe loves the baby's toys. Kat is pretty good with this little one, just a bit of a nervous Nellie about everything she does-- Chase  has asked to take care of her if she is still here when I work night shift again.


Chloe is great with her, very caring and patient with her. Camden likes to make her laugh. Paisley likes the baby, she just can't hold her well with her weakened wrists, not that she won't sit with her on the floor and play. 

It's different for us to have a little one, all the things she can do, get in to! The dog food, plants, she likes to pick up anything she sees on the floor and straight to her mouth it goes. 

Baby is learning she can't get away with ANYTHING-- nope, not with all these eyes watching her. We spoil her fun wayyyy too much.  

Don't worry though, she's having a blast, even a simple door brings squeals of joy, especially when Camden will go to the other side and make funny faces at her through the glass:)

  I don't recall (maybe it's been too long?) my babies pulling themselves up at a mere 8 months old either, adding to the paranoia that she will fall down. Wobbly but up, clinging to furniture, or windows, as you can see,  thinking she's ALL THAT.

As for the baby, things she likes-- books, the kids, fake coughing, clapping for her, belly kisses, her blankets at sleepy time. She's an easy going baby and we are enjoying her smiles and giggles. 

We are helping her mom, because she is a single teen mom who is struggling, so we have offered a safe place for the baby- which is what she needed. You see, I have been a teen mom and I have been a single mom (you all surprised?) 

I know, I have a ton of "history" and I've lived a LOT of life in these 40+ years o' mine. That's a WHOLE other story for another day----

But I do know how hard it can be.  Baby's momma was a former foster child, one of my "MOM's" (See where I get my big heart?) took in after she left  foster care and learned soon after she was expecting with no where to go.

 They have had some issues between them so we offered to help out. So here we are, enjoying this baby girl. She's gonna be spoiled for sure:) 

Not just spoiled either, think of all the things she can learn from all these kiddos--- 

Like how entertaining it can be to take a pair of brother's shoes (certainly not your own) and throw them in the trees.

Then see how many of them it takes to get them out?  Did I mention how much FUN we all are.  Cheap fun too, obviously.

And yes, Phoebe is wearing pink gloves with no hat or coat on. Has nothing to do with covering her skin, she's just as weird as the rest of us. Too hot for a coat but her hands were cold?  

Loving being outside, it's all I hear "Phoebe outside?  Can I go outside? Can I go out too????"  Yep, they are able to find things to do quite well.

It's been sunny and gorgeous here, we haven't done our family pics yet because it's too sunny, we need a cloudy day for Phoebe's sensitivity to the light.  But we are not complaining, no way--- because it's been wonderful to finally have it warm, not snowing, flowers coming up, saying it really is SPRING-- whooo hoooo.

So that's an update from our little corner of the world, how are all of you???

 I do have one request-- does anyone know where I can get one of those blankets with the silky tags all around it? Have one made or used, just needs to be inexpensive. Girlie love, love, loves her blankets and tags, such neat things they have come up with since I parented my babies:) Update--- Just wanted to thank Kim who offered to send sweet babe some taggie blankets. Bless you Kim, you are sooo appreciated!

Now I won't be whipping one up in my free time, Pheww, since I'm remembering I am lucky to get 5 minutes to shower with a baby in the house-- let alone accomplish sewing? OIY-- Wonder woman I am NOT-- yep, totally admitting it. (MOM)



Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Big Family Fun

It's not too often these days that you see what we call our "Mega family."  It just makes me sad, quite frankly.

I mean, I want everyone to enjoy the fun of a large crew. I often tell people it's  not that much more to do, and it's true, if you are getting one kiddo lunch it's just as easy to get 2 kiddos lunch. And so on. 

There's a bunch of positives to having this big bunch--

I have never uttered the words "I'm lonely"-------- EVER.

They entertain one another. And if someone makes you mad, go find another sibling to play with.

They learn to cope with different people/ personalities.  I mean, where you gonna get better lessons on how different people can be, how to tolerate them, because the world is FULL of people and most all of us will have to live/work with many people.  Our kids will be well prepared for life.

There's always someone to give you a hug, you have a bad day, there's huggers here. No doubt someone will ask if you are okay and offer a hug if you want one.

It's FUN--- we are like a constant party, wherever we go. I mean, there's enough  of us to make a party out of anything:)

All kinds of things to do-- boy toys, girl toys, there's no limitation of toys and no set "boys can't play barbies, girls can't play legos."  Whatever they find fun, they play.

If I ever run out of TP in the bathroom, there's always someone handy (usually in there with me) to get me more.  

Any types of jobs that need done, can you imagine how fast it takes  with 9 people compared to one? Yep, we can clean up (or if you live around here we call it RED UP) fast and we don't waste time-- meaning our home is clean in no time. 

No one person (not even ME MOM) is stuck cleaning all the time. We have assigned dish nights for all old enough to get the dishes clean so there is no argument, everyone knows their dish night.

Same with clothes, I wash, they help fold, sort and they come get their clothes and put them away if they want clean things to wear. I tell them to strip their bed when it's their bed linen wash turn.

Now since one of the big issues is funds for this big crew, I do coupon for the big expenses of groceries. And the kids cut coupons, sort and even help in the store or at home to unload the bounty. 

I cook big, there's rarely leftovers and there's hardly EVER a night that there isn't someone who is happy with what I made for supper.

Clothes are handed down, there's no waste here.

It's fun to make people think "outside their box" --- I've gotten the question many times "Oh you have lots of kids, don't you know what causes that?"  

And this is what I say "Yep--- ADOPTION:)"  I love being able to share that we PICKED having this big ol' family, that God entrusted us with these children to raise as  the precious individuals they are. With their different needs, personalities, etc. 

I will not go to my grave feeling "I really should have had more kids. I didn't have enough love in my life. My life wasn't meaningful." No, there will be none of that.  No, I feel honored to have been blessed with this life, my children, these special children of God's.

I've become a better person, these children have stretched me, they have grown me, they have brought me sooo much closer to God, in ways I NEEDED.  

The drawbacks-- there's aren't many. We don't eat out often- not that I miss it. 

We haven't been to Disney W*rld with all of them yet, flights, hotels are expensive for a  big family.

 Ummm, I can't think of any more.  Seriously. We have fun, joy, laughs, ride the rough times together, just as God brought us together for a reason--

 to be---    


F-un
A-musing
M-erry
I-nteresting
L-oving
Y-outhful

Come join in the fun---- add on to your crew if God is calling, you will be blessed:)

Friday, April 12, 2013

Our Rays of Sunshine

She radiates happiness, joy even in the smallest things. She's literally like a ray of sunshine. 

The school was doing standard testing this week so I went and  got Phoebe to go pick up her glasses.  I had no idea how much FUN we would have. I think this was the first time I took her anywhere alone since she started school.

Let me tell ya, we had a blast. Off we went to get the  new glasses- she put them on and was just thrilled. She tickled every one in the place with her (one volume on this girl) LOUD exclamation of delight. WOW.

She told me all kinds of things, most all I could understand, she wants to teach me Chinese, so I can be Chinese:) I don't think it quite works that way but bless her heart, she's so stinkin' sweet. Her English is coming along sooo fast. 

We went to eat, of course, we HAD to do Chinese, but the poor girl-- they were out of her favorite-green beans. Although the bean sprouts were a decent substitute after she tried them.

A waitress we knew from our Chinese New Year dinner out  came over and chatted with our girl, who by this time could hardly sit still she was sooooo excited about her new glasses, eating out, just being with ME, good ol' mom:)

It was nice to hear the waitress reassure me Phoebe was soooo happy, how much she loves me, dad, her sisters, her brothers, the dogs.  Then sad to hear  that she was treated so poorly in school in China and she hated it, people were so mean to her.  

Phoebe told her that here everyone loves her hair, everyone is kind to her. No one makes fun of her.  That she loves it here and never wants to go back there to live or go to school.  She loves her family.  I wasn't surprised to hear this, it's pretty evident when she tells me at least 10 times a day how happy she is-- the many "Yeah's!!"   we hear. 

 Everything she does is with enthusiasm. Nothing is boring- eating is YEAHHHH, school is YEAHHHHHH. Shower time is YEAHHHH. Church time is YEAHHHH. Playing is YEAHHHH.

She trusts us, she has gotten "FAMILY" faster than any child because of her low vision, she needs to feel safe and she knows she is safe with us. She adores Kat, she came home today with a new word "Sister"  as in --Kat is her sister. 

As we talked she wanted to know were Teddy and Tommy (the dogs) family? "Yep, sure are." So was grandmother (foster mom) family? "Yes, of course," was my answer which brought on another " OHH YEAHHHHHH mom, love you mom!"

She's had such love given to her from Grandma, yet the deepest desire we all have-- to have family, a mom, a dad, sisters and brothers who all love her just as she is---she was missing that until now. And this child is sooo full of love to give and take. She is overflowing with it. 

She draws people to her like a flies to honey, everywhere she goes. Because it's something to share this girl and her love for life. It shows in her smile, her enthusiasm for even the smallest of things. 

You can tell that she felt so unaccepted in her culture. It's just so sad to think of this flower trying to grow but being shrunken down, wilting under the rain of hurtful words, mean people, taunting her, calling her cursed, hurting her:(

She is like a blooming sunflower now, standing tall, her face in the sun -- a child who is wanted, loved, knows she is beautiful, knows she is cherished. As each and every child should feel, should know.

She was CHOSEN.  So worth almost 2 years to get her home. So worth every tear, every fear, every prayer sent up for her to come.

Parenting her is really a treat, as she gets more English we learn more about her. I say it's like fast forward parenting because all of our children were like babies, unable to communicate, new to us, a mystery in many ways.

  Then as they gain English, we learn about them, it's like they grow fast forwarded in time, to close to their number ages. 

She's such a wonderful addition to our family-- our concern was her being so close in age to our baby (Kat) in the family.  And it was tough in the beginning. But we knew God showed us this daughter for a reason.

Soon Phoebe worked her magic, telling Kat how much she loves her and telling her she is SOOO beautiful till even Kat couldn't resist the love this child had to give. We should take lessons on how this child loves, even someone who was jealous and NOT-SO-NICE , crying a lot and Phoebe knew it was about her being here.

Yet, she loved and loved till Kat was won over.

They now are the best of friends. When I took Phoebe to the store, saw a classmate of theirs and talked to her,  Kat was told the next day by  the classmate that "Phoebe tried to go home with her." Kat came to me and was upset. She told me what the girl said and added "I don't want to lose our Phoebe."  

 I was able to reassure Kat that Phoebe was only walking out the door of the store with us at the same time as this girl and her family-- Phoebe would never go home with anyone else, no way.

Now don't think there isn't a little bit of stubborn to the ray of sunshine we call our Phoebe, there sure is. As soon as it got warm, a whopping 70 degrees here this week, she wanted short sleeves on. 

Now, this is the girl who was cold in 50 degrees and wanted a 4th pair of pants on? But she insisted. Then she didn't want more sunblock at school applied for a second recess.   She doesn't understand how quickly she will sunburn here, she didn't have that with the smog issue and being kept indoors in China. 

As for the sunshine outfits of the girls--- I ordered these from someone 2 years ago!  Both girls have a dress and pants, they can be worn together or separate. Just seemed like the perfect outfit to show the warmth of both our girls, the brightness of them. Sisters who shine together:)  Aren't they just funny, the giggles- oh my. (Sorry it's sideways)
video

Such blessings, we are so thankful for these treasures. Enjoy the video, aren't they just FUN??? Once called orphans, now cherished daughters. We just love, love LOVE them.

Makes you want to care doesn't it?  Yep, I'm blown away, as I am sure Father is, with all the people who DO CARE about these precious children.  

Understand, we trusted HIM to bring this child home (and all of ours), in soooo many ways-- her needs, the time it took, the funding, issues all along the way-

Sometimes it a smooth adoption process but a tough kiddo you get. Sometimes it's a younger child that you think it will go easy and it doesn't for a long time. No adoption (or birth for that matter) comes with a guarantee-- except GOD's PROMISE that this child was meant for you if you trust Him to ask.

I want everyone to have their own rays of sunshine, for sure--- these children are GEMS!!  SO worth it ALL.  Each and every single one. 

Monday, April 8, 2013

He made me cry

I cried. I couldn't help it. 

Now understand, I am not a crier. I don't cry often. But I felt my heart just break. 

BROKEN.  I felt broken. And I understood for a few moments how God MUST feel, although I have no doubt that He shielded me from the full force of the pain. Because I'm sure I could not have taken on the BURDEN our Father has.

Where did this happen? Who did this? What was IT?

We were in the van, Chance, Kat, Phoebe and me. Going to get Uncle Roy and family at the airport, coming in from their vacation back to Japan ( yes, I'm jealous as all get out) but we were chatting, Chance and I as the two in the front, as I drove. The girls in the back were busy playing games.

We passed a church, and Chance asked "Why do we bury people next to the church?"  He finds that sooo odd.  And I said "Out of respect", and as usual, I love my Chance and love to jag on him some, so I said "Should we not bury you next to the church, how about in a hole in the yard." He said "Yep, just not too close (to the house) or he would stink."  Oh, my outdoor lovin' son, how he makes me laugh. (Yes, MOM we have a sick sense of humor, I know)

Anyway-- I don't know the exact words that led to him saying "I've seen dead people." And as a nurse, this doesn't faze me, nor as their mother have I learned to be shocked at what they tell me at times they have seen.  My children come from many years of orphanage care. It's not pretty. It's not cute painted pictures on the walls, big eyed babies waiting to be scooped up and loved on. I've heard horror stories before. (SADLY)

 My precious son proceeds to tell me very matter of fact, that he saw MANY children DIE. MANY-CHILDREN-DIE.  Some from not enough food, some from diseases. Not just babies with major problems that came in, but children he lived with for years, he knew them well.

So many children, in fact, they had to make a "fridge" at the orphanage to hold the bodies. And that a truck would come and THEY (as in MY CHILDREN, MY SONS) would be made to help load DEAD children in the truck to be taken away to be "burned up." Some 5-6 years old, some older, some babies.

I listened in silence. Feeling my heart breaking. Trying to concentrate on driving. As the tears welled. As they started a path down my face. As I started to sniffle.

He realized I was crying. He apologized for making me cry. "Sorry mom, I make you cry." And I couldn't say a thing-- so on he went -- "It just happened. Some were diseased, some not enough food, but some (KIDS)  did get adopted."  Obviously before they got to dying--

But then something hit my heart besides the horrible pain-- it was ANGER. And I said 3 words--

"BUT NOT ENOUGH."

That's right- NOT ENOUGH got adopted. Because children/ babies/teens are DYING today. Because they have disease, yeah, maybe, but also because they don't have FOOD to eat.

They feed the kids by age (because they have to)--
 youngest must have food to make it- feed first
 toddlers, need food- they come next
 preschoolers, need to be fed- feed next
 school age- well, they can survive if they miss one meal
 but the teens, well, they can go with 1 meal a day, or NONE if there's none left when they get to them. 

So they GO WITHOUT, often for DAYS.

When's the last time you or I went without 1 meal and said the meaningless words "WOW, I'm starved" when we did get to eat our very next meal? I'm so ashamed, I have  thoughtlessly said that.

My children, along with MANY others, last count 285 children (when our kids came from their orphanage there were 150 children) know that "being starved" is not missing one meal. Hunger HURTS. When it's been 3 days and all you got was a piece of bread, your belly HURTS, it aches in a way you can hardly stand.

I'm sharing this because of what I said to Chance when I finally could say more-- still in the van, still driving, just sniffling now----

"Chance people SHOULD care. I care. No child should mean nothing more than a body- that they didn't get a chance to grow up, to be loved. God loved those children and He wants better for His children, someone has to care about those children----WE HAVE TO CARE."

I don't know WHY God placed this on my heart. I have been asking Him-- besides raising our kiddos what does He want me to do? Where can I show His love to people?  I figure it will be something with orphaned children because He does know my heart for them, I love them ALL-- I would love to be their MOM and give them love. Even from afar.

I know we are done adopting, I feel a great comfort in that right now. He is guiding our family boat and the boat is full. 

That's really okay with me, even when my heart says, "Get a 747 rented out and go get them ALLLLLLLLLL. " These children are my passion. And I only speak of Chinese orphanages because that's what I know, do not think for one minute I don't want to love me some African or Haitian, Bulgarian, Russian, babies, I love them all, and not just babies either, I could undoubtedly love me some teens, older kids. They are children in need and they don't care about the color of my skin-- if I have a meal for them, or a hug, or love to give them.

So I wonder what/who He needed me to share this with? Because He led me to write this post, so it must mean there's a reason behind that.  Is someone out there "sittin' on the fence?"   Are you wondering --should we adopt, should we help someone adopting, should we see if we can get a waiver for age, income, being single, try another country, adopt kids in need from foster care--- whatever it is---

Let me tell you--- not one of those children who died are getting a second chance. NOT ONE MADE IT.     And-- there's more dying TODAY. There's children, young and old, in many countries, who want to be fed, loved, cherished, CHOSEN---

This is NOT God's PROBLEM-- it's OURS. He will cover fees (look how He got us fully funded for Phoebe and the boys), He will guide you to the "right child" meant for your family-- He will reward those answering the need that step forward in financial ways to help families adopting-- He will cover all of that.

But first we have to answer His call to DO SOMETHING.

Just as I am sharing this today-- I couldn't NOT write this. It spilled out of me like an uncontrolled overflow-- just as the tears did yesterday and threaten to come still today, thinking over and over what my very own son said, what he saw, what he experienced as a child trying to survive in an orphanage. 

No one cared. No one loved. No one provided. No one cried. Until NOW. 

My son has been CHOSEN-- now, let's be in prayer, and if called, take ACTION----so many more Father, let's get SO MANY MORE OF THEM CHOSEN.  WHY NOT ALL OF THEM??? Nothing is too big for my God.

Loved, provided for, cared about, NOW.  

They are not meant to have only one sad momma, crying for them after they are gone, after it's too late:(  Someone else's momma at that:(  Not even their OWN momma.

No children deserve to die this way.They just  don't.  We have to care. We HAVE to. I've been blessed with 6 of these treasured children. It doesn't make me care less about the others, the unchosen ones- and honestly, I'm doing what God asked for ours but it's given ME so much more to parent our children than what bringing them in to our family has cost us in any way.

  I want more and more people to experience the treasures these children are. None need to be UNCHOSEN. NOT ONE.  God cares--- We, as His people, we must choose to care...........


Does anyone care??? Anyone at all?

Friday, April 5, 2013

Updating

Someone (MOM) is complaining there has been no real update on the kiddos. Goodness, I can't imagine what I do with all my free time? 

Chloe said I should write a book- that's been mentioned before, I told her I would have to talk about her, but she said I have"their" permission (notice how she talks for ALL of them??)  as long as the book is a hit? 

She wants money for us to return on a heritage trip to China and for HER to adopt-- not that she doesn't have a few years to go on that idea? 

I didn't ask what she would do to me if it flopped, I guess I was scared to know?

Nahh, now (MOM) don't call. Chloe LOVES me. Chloe has been more and more coming to me for real hugs, even kisses on my cheek (this could be called "sucking up" sometimes) such a neat kiddo she is, I'll take the love no matter the reason:)

She was telling me she was worried how she would pass her test for her "apartment" and I said "WHAT?"  Come to figure out she meant "permit" as in driving permit. Usual Chloe speak that we get to decipher what she means.  Such a goof, she is. (No- MOM she won't be driving in the near future just yet)

She had Paisley laughing because she was giving me a list of things she "Wants, NEEDS" and I asked her what happened to that girl in China ( in 2009) that threw 100 RMB I gave her back at me and refused to spend it. That she sure changed that tune fast. To which she blamed US, said "We did it."  

So I made a song about Chloe, that she is now Chloe I-WANT- Chloe-I- NEED and Paisley was laughing as Chloe said "Mooooooommmmmmmmm, really I want and I neeedddddd things."  (This child has everything she needs and some things she wants FOR SURE) but I was singing "her song" louder and louder. 

It's funny but it was also teaching, because Paisley is learning she can ask but she may hear NO. And it doesn't mean she is not loved. Paisley will still ask or say "I want that" to everything any of the other girls gets. Even if it  wouldn't fit her, be right for her, etc. So I've been pointing that out to her.  

As well, there's Phoebe, who we are working on "Worry about you." Because she has been here long enough now to understand and is bringing up more and more about others, "Camden is outside, why not her? Kat didn't make her bed, she did."  This is a typical adjustment issue, her concern is missing out on something, but it's not really her job to "police" everyone else's movements.

I did get to Phoebe's  IEP meeting last week and it went well, our vision lady I already knew from my work and she evaluated Phoebe, got her equipment and was working with her as quickly as possible:) She covered everything and more, future things Phoebe may need, as well as what she needs now for vision help. She is super and Phoebe just loves working with "Miz Mitt-shell aka Ms. Mitchell."

Speaking of school, the school nurse called and said they needed a note from Phoebe's doctor saying they could apply sunscreen on her to go out to recess-- uh, do they think they can overdose her on sunscreen?  I called and took care of it, even as weird as that request was.

Camden got his new glasses and is trying to adjust to them hurting his nose. Although he wears them because he needs them.  I think he looks more like Derrik with glasses-- I guess because Derrik got glasses at about the same age.

Chase has been doing better with taking instruction, learning how to handle things. Something about him being 18 now has clicked for him, he is feeling the need to learn basic things like check writing, how to fill out paperwork, etc. And knowing that we are still supporting him even though we don't have to seems to have given him the understanding that we must care and want to see him succeed or we wouldn't still be willing to support him.

It's strange it took being 18 for him to get that we are committed to helping him- I think he was surprised because he told someone he thought we would come up with reasons to get him out of the house which we have/had NO intention of doing. 


It's hard to realize he doesn't trust us any more than that when we have invested almost 3 years in to parenting this son but sometimes that's just how it is. Maybe him still being here and us still caring for him will finally give him insight to trust us?  

I don't get too frustrated with him because I know God patiently waited for ME to trust Him, it took me longer than 3 years for sure. So can I wait on a child of His to trust me? 

Yes, yes, I can. And knowing Chase believes and has been given God is enough for me, because God will not ever let him down. I, as a flawed human will:( Even if I try not to.

On to Paisley, she is making strides as well. She was brave enough to tell us she wanted to hug us at bedtime like Phoebe does, and this girl has taken it and run with it. EVERY night, she comes to US, me and DAD, and gets her hugs. I even put her in my lap and kiss her cheek. 


She desires the contact, we were respecting her teen age, letting her show us what she was comfortable with. She holds my hand going in to stores, walking anywhere, which is not to "keep her with me" she grabs my hand for stability walking.

 I realized this when we went to an appointment alone and she grabbed my hand that automatically goes out for a kid, I'm just so used to Kat and Phoebe needing a hand. So now I make sure she has a turn even when the others are with me too.

Last evening I saw her go to dad and watch what he was doing, he had gotten out "his" racetrack and the kids have had a ball racing the cars on it. But he had one he was working on alone--- and Paisley went over to watch him, got right next to him on her own. Something even 2 months ago, would not have happened. No way. She's seeing he is safe and she CAN get close to him with no issues.

Speaking of those little cars, besides tickling Phoebe to no end, Dad was working on getting HAIR out of the wheels, so the car could run again, he said "Where does all this long black hair come from?" I told him I was innocent, my hair is red. (Or as Chloe calls it GINGER)

Yep, we have an abundance of black hair here, Kat's hair is almost to her tush now, Camden complains her hair is in everything. He wants it cut, she doesn't and she will win this one.

 I promised her long ago I would never cut her hair unless she wanted it cut because of her buzz cut she had when she came to us. She was sooo upset about her hair being so short.

 Phoebe too, now wants long hair and her hair is growing well. I cut both their bangs so she now has bangs and longer hair, it has to be put up or over to keep it out of her face.

 She likes having hair bows and being pretty:)  Another girly, girl. Not like Chloe, who says she is a "Tommy Boy."  That would be tomboy to everyone else.

Paisley has grown her bangs out quite nicely, she is talking about cutting her hair this summer, it's almost as long as Kat's. I think part of it is that she gets mistaken for Kat, poor Phoebe can't tell between Kat and Paisley when they are more than a foot from her.

 I've heard "I'm not KAT!" More than once. But she also said it 's too hot in the summer. So we will see.

As for Miss Kat, she has taken the "help Phoebe" right to heart, the jealous of the past a distant nightmare memory, she helps her at school, when I picked up Phoebe for her dentist appointment Kat brought her out to me and Phoebe had to hug her 3 times and tell Kat she loved her before she would go with me:)  Feeling the love, feeling the love.

Yes, the dreaded dentist appointment-  the teeth are DONE. Wow. Was that awful for her. Not painful, they sedate the kids, but a total of 4 teeth pulled, 7 cavities filled, she now has 3 spacers, can't have anything chewy (candy, gum) but she finally has no pain in her mouth. 

She was starting to tell us how much her teeth hurt, realizing we care, and it was bad. Most of the rotted teeth were rotted to the nerves, so anything hot or cold was like a knife in her mouth, let alone to chew.

She thanked me over and over-  poor girl, for fixing her teeth. She will now get regular cleanings and all the teeth taken out/fixed were baby teeth so hopefully her big teeth will remain healthy. 

And she has learned going to the dentist is not a bad thing at all. They were very good with her, I took Chloe to translate at their request:)

We watched Jaxon one day last week and Phoebe went nutso over his "High Man Bowel, Bowel" (that's Sponge B*b Square Pants to you and I) pillow, so Jaxon's momma came to get him with a pillow just for her:) I was worried since she didn't put Jaxon's pillow down the ENTIRE day how we would get it from her.


 But she did say "Baby's high man bowel bowel, not Phoebe's, baby go home, high man bowel bowel, no stay Phoebe's home."  See how good her English is coming along? 

You totally understand that right?  Okay (MOM)-  She said "Baby's Sponge B*b, not Phoebe's, when baby goes home, Sponge B*b goes with baby, it's not Phoebe's, and doesn't stay here.

Who have I missed, oh that Chance-- well, he is doing pretty good, back to his usual self after he took a turn at being in trouble. He got in my sewing stuff the other day and I wondered what he was doing, he was going to "fix" some socks.

 I told him, "No, if your socks have holes throw them away."  Well, he said they could be fixed and was gonna show me when dad piped in and said "Hey those are my socks anyway!" 


Yep, Chance is a sock hoarder. Let me explain. It's virtually IMPOSSIBLE for me to tell who has what socks. I have tried buying different for each guy here (gold toe, writing on the toe, short for one, long for another) but it inevitably ends up there are socks that I do not know who they go to. 

Don't even suggest I initial them as Camden, Chase and Chance all start with a "C"  and they have the same middle initial as well. See the dilemma?

So Chance claims them. And he has DRAWERS of socks. He must think he will run out and will need a stash of socks? I don't know but if anyone is missing a sock, they know where to go. He probably has my socks?

As for the girls, Chloe wears short colored women's size, I wear only black socks and only when forced to, Kat and Phoebe share long girls socks, and Paisley who has the tiniest feet ( size 13 toddler shoes?) wears short colored ones or some of the new ones she got, to her knee and they look like shoes on her feet, funny socks:) So there's how we do socks, I know, you were all dying to know how we keep them straight. (MOM)

As for sock odor, well let me tell you this-- Camden has obviously gotten the gene of foot stink. WOW. He actually ASKED for an air freshener for his room. Yup, he did. 'Cause of the stink socks. 

He is just like his big brothers that I used to tell them if they could bottle that odor they could sell it for a weapon.

 I'm surprised the socks don't walk on their own in protest to my wash room. AND yes, (MOM) I bleach them to death every time I wash whites-- which is pretty much daily. Bleach is my friend. (see MOM I heard you)

I'm off to the store to load up on bleach groceries, onion bagels is the latest rage, all my children go everywhere smelling like onion bagels. YUCK. They even have Kat and Phoebe eating them now. OIY. I'm starting to wonder if people SMELL us coming, used to be you'd hear us?  

So there you have it, a nice long update about socks, foot odor, hugs, oh goodness.  MOM is probably sorry she asked.  

 Just keepin' it real, like it is 'round here:)