Monday, August 19, 2013

Pet store

Big Keith and Aunt AD took us to a really cool reptile pet store. The kids loved it! Oh how their Daddy would have liked to go there with them. Here are a few quick snaps I managed to snag.
 
Grama Di holding Baylee and Abigail

Abigail loved watching the turtles.

Those are two very big snakes Baylee is looking at!
 
And here are a couple of videos I took: REPTILES 1 and REPTILES 2

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Jimmy Fallon

Comedian and talk-show host Jimmy Fallon recently opened up about his new baby born via surrogate and the five year battle they faced against infertility. Incredibly open and insightful! Click here to watch the interview for yourself.


Friday, August 16, 2013

Isaac to visit Vermont


Our little man is growing up.

So when Joni (his birth grandmother) mentioned that her father-in-law,/ Bri's grandfather / her husband Roy's father, "Pa" who just turned 93 years old, really wanted to meet Isaac, we took it to heart.

Pa lives in Vermont. So does all of Roy's family. While Isaac has met a lot of Joni's family, he has not yet met any of Roy's family.

We could wait until we are able to go with him. One year. Maybe two.

Or we could let him go.

We prayed about it. We thought about it. We talked about. We asked Isaac about it.

Joni offered to take both boys. But we immediately nixed that idea. Sidge is not emotionally ready to travel without Dad and Mom. He still gets overly emotional and has meltdowns. And, well, two boys is, two boys. Two boys fight. Two boys need to go to the bathroom at different times. One boy is obviously easier.

Isaac, on the other hand, is a seasoned traveler. Other than a little spooky feelings about dark rooms when he sleeps, he is easy-going and chill about most everything.

And he loves his Joni. We know he'll do great travelling with Roy and Joni.

So we said yes. It was like, we wanted a reason to say no. I wanted to say he had to stay with me. But I knew he didn't. I knew it was okay. And I knew I would be sad if, for some reason, he never got to meet Pa. JB is still in the Azores. I have three kids here. It would be a week that I only had two. A week that all three kids could get a little more one-on-one. It was good timing.

So this week, he'll take a trip to Vermont. Six nights away from me. But nearly a week getting to meet people that are a part of his heart -- even if he doesn't know them yet.

We looked back. Thought back. We can only come up with one day in their entire lives that Sidge and Isaac have not slept in the same room together. And that one night was when we moved to the Azores. When the military made JB fly all the way back to the USA with Scrubby. He took Isaac with him. I took Sidge and Abigail and flew commercially with them. The only night they haven't been together.

It's going to be weird. JB said he wanted to make sure Isaac went and came back before baby got here. So he's going next week -- two weeks before baby's intended arrival. He'll be back one week later -- a few days before JB flies in from the Azores.

I know this is part of Isaac's story. I know that allowing him to go is part of him knowing who he is and loving the story that the Lord has written for him. I know he will have an awesome time. I know that he will be as safe as safe can be. I know that he is old enough to lock these things in his memory and carry them with him.

But I'll miss him. It won't be the same without him sharing a bed with his brother. It won't be the same making only two plates for lunch. Putting two kids into the car. Instead of three.

But I know we made the right decision.

Vermont, here he comes!

Friday Funnies

It's interesting trying to explain to your child why we don't call an African American friend, "That little brown boy." The same thing happened when Sidge called a friend of his "a little fat." Why is saying that not acceptable? I tried to explain it to him, and in the course of my diatribe, I said to him, "Why would you call him fat?" Sidge responded: "Well, his belly is a little bubbly, Mom."
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I asked Sidge how his puzzle was coming along, and he said, "I'm doing a brilliant job on this puzzle."
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While trying to teach Sidge how to draw a check mark, he said, "Is it like a 7 but with a bump and upside down and sort of to the sideways?"

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Officially Forever; BOI Update


On Friday, August 9, 2013, our very first Because of Isaac family: Grant and Elizabeth, had the adoptions of their twins: Ethan and Eli finalized. This means that Ethan and Eli are now, forever their little boys! We are celebrating with a huge overhaul of our website. Please take the time to visit: www.becauseofisaac.org to see for yourself all the changes that have taken place.

We currently have only one sponsored couple on the page. If you have not given a donation to Ryan & Briana, would you consider doing so? A gift in ANY amount if incredibly appreciated. They have passed the halfway point for their fundraising but still need to raise about $12,000 before their forever family dreams come true!

Isaac's Rendition


Here is Isaac's rendition of his Papa (my Dad). I think it is pretty life-like!

Hubby's blog

Check out this link or this link for my husband's posts on getting your children out into nature.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

App Advice?

I am looking for the best learning apps for an IPAD. Really good but fun educational games for my boys (ages 4.5 and 5). We are technologically impaired after living overseas for three years so I know I am behind the times, but if you can offer me really good suggestions, I'd be most appreciative!

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Our newest superhero


 
She's never wanted a part of the boys' super costumes ... until this past week. Suddenly she was bringing Superman today (and getting upset when she saw someone else wearing it.)

Scrubby Boy

I came across this photo on our IPAD right before I left town and emailed it to myself. Been meaning to post it. Here's Scrubby hanging out with his two littlest charges. He's such a good dog. He hasn't gotten nearly the attention he's used to (especially since Aunt Connie left -- they were big buddies) but we are so glad he is in our family! (We are all watching Daddy hooking up the new TV the landlord delivered!)
 
 

Monday, August 12, 2013

Formula Fed Baby Enters Medical School

A friend sent me this humorous piece, and I loved it. I plan to approach this topic in further detail at a later date, but as someone who wanted to breastfeed and tried to breastfeed but was fairly unsuccessful both times, I have often felt a bit of guilt about this fact. When someone asked me if I breastfed, I felt the need to explain why I didn't.

But in the end, truly, does any of it matter so much? We all do the best we can as parents. We try to do what is best for our children. But when they are grown will the length of their timeouts, the date their pacifier was removed, or the month that they potty trained really matter?

Enjoy!

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Note: This is a work of humor. Everyone mentioned in this piece is fictional and any resemblance to anyone real is entirely coincidental.

To read this article as it originally appeared, click here.

Today is a big day for Stephen Barnes of Youngstown, Ohio. He, along with hundreds of his elite peers, will be participating in the white coat ceremony for first year students at Harvard’s prestigious medical school. Barnes, who hopes to be a thoracic surgeon, has worked long and hard for this day. However, he was not always sure this day would come. He started life under a cloud and has been struggling to make up ground ever since. Barnes was fed formula as an infant.

“I always wanted to be a doctor,” Barnes says, “but not having breastmilk felt like a black mark in my past. I really had to work hard in high school to make up for that. I felt like all my classmates had been nursed for 6 months or longer. How could I compete?’

But when Barnes started college, he realized that he was not alone in having to overcome educational obstacles.  ’My freshman roommate was a straight-A student. I was in awe of him. I assumed he’d had the right start in life. Then he told me his mom let him cry it out. He cried for 27 minutes one night! That was when I realized that I could do anything I wanted, formula or no formula.”

During college Barnes started a support group for other ambitious kids who had fallen victim to parenting mistakes in infancy. “There was this one girl, boy was she struggling,” Barnes recalls, “Her mom had taken away her binkie when she was , like 12 months old. Her mom swears it was for the best since the binkie was affecting the shape of her palate but this girl? Man, she had no confidence after that. It was like she was spending her whole life trying to reclaim a lost best friend. She eventually fell in love with this other kid who had been allowed to sleep in a swing until he outgrew it. It was like they were meant for each other.”

When asked if he might consider a speciality in pediatrics where he can be on the front lines of making sure no other babies endure ordeals like his Barnes is quiet.

“You know, I thought about it. I feel like I do have a lot to offer new moms as a child who succeeded despite some questionable choices my mom made. But on the other hand, maybe that adversity was critical to my success. Maybe being breastfed would have made me lazy. I might have felt like, hey, that article says breastmilk already made me smarter so why study? I’ve already got this. Instead, I had to work really hard and go to class and do all my reading and labs and stuff. Without formula, maybe I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

Whatever specialty Stephen Barnes chooses, he knows one thing for sure: “When I have kids, I’m totally not going to sweat the small stuff. Lots of kids grow up great even if their parents had to use guess work and trial and error to figure out the best way take care of them. My mom loved me and that was the big thing.’

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Marathons

The worst of my morning sickness finally left my life at 27 weeks.

But ... if I am being honest, there are many days that it has reared its head once again. The good things? The bouts of nausea were shorter. The waves not quite as intense. The dip in my mood much more identifiable.

Since I've been back to Florida, I had two short 'bouts. One was in Costco with my parents. Bad day. Another came on me one morning. But both passed fairly quickly, and while I am definitely not floating through these last three weeks, this last trimester has been by far the best part of my pregnancy. (And not many women can say that!)

But then on Friday morning I found myself at JB's parents' home -- picking up the boys who had had a blast spending the night at Grampa and Grama K's house. Instead I got sick. And I stayed sick. All day Friday. Most of the day on Saturday. Woke up this morning, Sunday, and found myself knowing that as soon as I stood up the nausea was waiting.

And I got weary.

I called my husband.

My amazingly wonderful, incredibly patient, unbelievably supportive husband. He told me to "hang on a second." He was pulling up a calculator on the computer. "Ummm, JB? I'm feeling really sick and really down and really wondering if I can do this for three more weeks."

"Yeah," he began. "I know. But I'm comparing this to a marathon. And if you are 36 weeks into this, then you are 23.5 miles into your marathon. C'mon Wendi! You are 2.5 miles from the finish line where we finally get to meet our little girl. You ... can ... do ... this!"

He's right of course. I can. I have. I will. I just didn't want to feel sick anymore.

I managed to take the kids to my parents' church. Abigail didn't even attempt the nursery, but the boys, after a quick crying spell from Sidge, had a great time, and thoroughly enjoyed the post-church breakfast at Dunkin' Donuts (those stores are everywhere!)

And then this afternoon, the really intense nausea began to dissipate, and I began to feel a bit hopeful that it isn't as bad as it was and that I can do this and that I will do this and that this little miracle from the Lord will be worth every single day of nausea that I have had.

I also said a prayer to the Lord and thanked him for my husband. The logical thinker. The one who is busy adding up my weeks on a calculator in order to be encouraging to me even though he was up most of the night due to a very busy call phone.

I love you JB.
I love our boys.
Our girl.
Soon to be our girls.
Thank you.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Our Daddy and the Split Rock


 
We miss JB sooooooooooooo much. But we are glad to see that he is having a good time without us in the Azores. Today (Saturday) he got to take a boat ride inbetween Split Rock. How fun!

Friday, August 09, 2013

Farm Day

The weekend before we said good bye to Daddy and made the long trip back to America, we had the opportunity to take a field trip as a family to a local Portuguese farm. This farmer and his wife had purposefully "recreated" their farm so it would represent farms a traditional Portuguese family years ago.

This island is an agricultural island. Farming is what nearly everyone does. It was educational and fascinating to see some of the Portuguese culture up close. Most of the trips through Outdoor Recreation here on Base, require children to be older than 5 to participate due to seating in their vehicles. This doesn't work for us. But this trip allowed us to drive our own vehicle. The kids had a great time!

P.S. The Outdoor Rec gals wear cow costumes. They are so great with the kiddos!

Here are two videos that my friend Kris (mother of Colin) took while we were there.

Colin and Sidge checking out the donkey

Feeding the chickens

And here are some pictures of our fun day:

 


























Portuguese farmer showing how it is done.