Friday, August 25, 2006


I think we're still recovering from this trip. The boys are crying at bedtime, wanting to stay up and play until 9:00 or 10:00 pm like they did at relatives' houses, and Tim and I are still on the upper half of the list of things that need to be done to get caught up from being gone for nearly two weeks. But it was definately worth it. Here are some of the pictures.

FAMILY:

(THIS IS TIM and TOM's BABY, BELLA).

(THIS IS NOT TIM. THIS IS TOM, WITH J and C).

We have a lot more family pics of the boys swimming with cousins in the pool, for example, but there were a lot of people in those pictures, and I don't have their permission to post their faces on the web. So....don't feel slighted! The boys had a blast with everyone, especially Emilee, Ashlee, Aubree, Ireland, and Sophia, even if your pic isn't here. If you ever want a week away to see the coast, Emilee, our house is open to you! Winky 2

THINGS WE LOVED:

Trains...
St. Louis.

Dancing on the tables. (Shirts off for spaghetti!)

Spaghetti!

Things we didn't like so much:

Camels.

Our last driving stretch was about five hours, from the Appalachians in to our house. The whole way, J asked, "Paw Paw? Grandma? Uncle Steve? Water? Baby?" He knew we had to be going somewhere exciting and new, and doing something fun, as that had been the routine for the past week or so. We answered him, "No, we're going home, to J's house!" As soon as we pulled into our driveway, and he noticed where we were, he screamed, yelled, kicked, punched, and threw a full-on toddler fit! I asked him, "Why are you sad?" And he said (signed), "Paw Paw, Paw Paw!" Amazing. After nearly 30 hours of driving, he wanted to drive MORE to see Paw Paw, and was truly bummed to realize that he was just-home. We all miss you guys, and hope we can see family more often. Who's coming in for the holidays?

Monday, August 21, 2006

What a tour!

Tim and I just got back from our annual "mid-west tour." Usually we do this around the holidays, but my grandpa passed away, so we went early. We spent time with my family, with Tim's family, and in St. Louis with my brother. I LOVE having a relative in St. Louis again. St. Louis is where I was raised, and it is definately "home." We had a great time there hanging out with Steve ("SSSSS" as J calls him), and visiting with old, dear friends. To see pics of some of that, check out Becky and Jenny's blog. Links to their blogs are on the right side of my blog. Just click their names, and you'll see pics of our fun day at Grant's Farm. We're home now, within twelve hours of J's first day of preschool! When I have more time, I'll do my own blog post-with pictures-instead of routing people to Jenny and Becky! Thanks for providing great pics, Karl! Have a great week!

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Our dream for you...

C, we said from the beginning that you are God's baby. Like all of us, you're a child who needed a home and a family. Against the recommendation of many in charge of your destiny, we chose to spare you the foster care system, and desperately tried not to let the words, "extremely high legal risk placement" scare us away from loving you to the pit of our souls, even if God only sent you to us for a few weeks, or months. Though terrified of losing you, deep inside, from the day we met you, we dreamed that we would always be able to gaze into your eyes,
...to hold your hand,

...to capture every moment,


...to kiss you,

...to guide you in the way that you should go,

...to read to (and wonder what you'll do with those magnificently long fingers...piano?? basketball??)

...to tell you all about your birth mother, how we respect her, how her name is honored in our home, and how she has so much faith in God, and so much love for you, that she chose to give you not only life, but life abundantly;


...we dreamed we'd have you to dance with,

...to laugh with,

...to make music with,

...to cheer with,

...to celebrate with,

...to love and care for glorious, precious, irreplacable-you. And today, by the providence of God, our dreams have come true.

-It took eleven months, but after a lot of prayer and faith that God would place him where He intended him to be, today we received this irrevocable decree in the mail from the Court:

"Now Therefore, it is hereby ordered, adjudged, and decreed by the Court:
That from the date of the entry of this Decree [August 8, 2006] herein, the said minor is declared adopted for life by the petitioner(s), Timothy ________ __________ and Tiffany _________ __________ and that said child shall henceforth be known by the name of C_____ _______ _________ (our family name)." (Those blanks are filled-in, of course, on the decree). THANK GOD!!!

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Two Boys in a Tub


I haven't posted in a couple of weeks-sorry! It's been busy. REALLY busy. It seems as though we spend half of our weeks in Dr. offices or therapy sessions. Not that kind of therapy (though after too many more weeks of this, I may need it...). Here's some things that are going on in August for us:

Speech and play therapy for J twice a week, but he's about to turn three, so we're in meetings every week to transition out of the infant/toddler program and into the school program. J is up to signing 50+ words, and speaking full or partial 42 words. That's up from nothing other than the "grunt and point" from when he came home in February. Way to go, J! By the way, people keep asking, "Has he learned English yet?" as though that were the delay. Learning English is only a part of the issue. J never learned to speak ANY language, even Tagalog, because he wasn't around spoken language enough to pick it up. (Orphan institutionalization delay). So, we aren't working on "in Tagalog, sit is upo, but in English, it's sit." We're working on, "This is a tongue; it's used for speaking. Can you make this sound? Look at my face....nnnnnnn." It is a long tedious process, but he is coming along very quickly. No, I'm not disappointed that he has these problems; I've worked with enough orphans to know to expect this. Yes, he can and will catch up. Yes, it will take YEARS, not weeks. And, no, he can't speak English yet. But he does UNDERSTAND English at his age level. Just wanted to field some questions there that we've been getting a lot lately.

Planning a birthday party! C will be 1 on the 30th, and J will be 3 Sept. 3rd. This year, we're combining them into one party. Of course, it has to be a train party since J is obsessed with trains! Very cute. Birthday Banner

Starting Preschool. J starts preschool in two weeks, and we are so excited! It'll help him a lot with his speech and teach him what kids do, since he was never around kids until he came home. And C and I are really looking forward to getting some one-on-one time back. What do you want to do, C? I vote train time at Barnes and Noble. Nothing beats locomotives and lattes.

Finalizing C. We're soooooooo close! All the court hearings are done, and we're just waiting, waiting, waiting, on that piece of paper that says he's legally ours! Woo Hoo!

Finalizing J. J had his last post-placement study with the social worker July 30. Yay! That report is being sent to our agency where it collects the other needed paperwork, then the Philippines. Then the Philippines sends the papers to us, which get taken to court, which are ruled upon, and then get sent to us. And then I think we're done. I think. Adoption can be complicated, but so can labor and delivery, which is also a lot more painful. Speaking of which...

Tom and Alexis had a baby today! What's her name? Nobody knows. You've got 24 hours to decide, you two! Mom and baby are healthy. Alexis had an extremely fast delivery (under 4 hours from induction to baby-in-arms for her first baby)! Happy baby day! Baby

A lot of doctor appointments for me. I have been spending time at my family practice doctor wiggling my wrist around. She sent me to a neurologist because of probable nerve damage, and an orthopedist who will fit me with a better brace and treat the mobility. What's wrong with it? Tendonitis gone bad. Real bad. What caused it? 23 lb., wiggly baby. I sure hope it heals soon because it is a huge inconvenience more than anything.

Vacation Bible School. That's Saturday, and Tim and I are in charge of registration. It's a pirate theme, so we have to-I mean GET TO-dress up as pirates for the day. Don't count on a blog post with that photo. Arg. It'll be fun for the kids, though. Pirate

Misc. Then there's always a host of birthday parties, showers, playdates, graduate school stuff, outings, and errands.

We are all still here, though. Alive and mostly well. Enjoy the pics and have a great week!

I can sign some too! This is "night-night." I can also sign, "food," "more," "bye-bye," "up," "stop," and blow kisses when Mommy says, "I love you."



This is the new persona I'm trying out. It's called, "onry and into everything." I think Mom and Dad prefer, "sweet and obedient," but I'm pretty sure this one suites me better. I put on this face when MaMa says, "no." Tough, huh?

This is my new favorite book. It's about trains. And my favorite movie is Thomas the Tank Engine. My favorite underwear has trains on it. I'm having a train birthday party. Everything trains! Choo! Choo! Conductor





Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Summer Reading

Reading How did that term get started? Do people read more in the summer than other seasons? If it's refering to students, believe me, they don't read more (if at all) in the summer than they do when school is in session. So, I'm the nerdy type who reads in all four seasons. When Tim watches the History channel until 11:00 pm, I'm in bed...reading. And this summer's selections, so far, have been extraordinarily good! So good, in fact, that I thought I should share and encourage others to pick one of these up. In no particular order:

1. The Life of Pi, by Yann Martel.
I just finished this today. It won the Man Booker Prize, so I'm not the only one who found it delightful. It's the adventure of an Indian teenager who seeks God in Christianity, Islam, and his native Hinduism. He lives at the zoo that his family owns. When life gets bad in India (after Ghandi is killed), his family moves to Canada; though, the Japanese charter boat that they're on-with all the animals-sinks outside of Manila. Bum luck. Pi (the boy), a tiger, a zebra, an orangutan, and a hyena make it to a life boat. I dont' know what type of luck that is. Bengal Tiger Everyone else perishes. How did this kid survive 200 plus days on the open Pacific in a crowded lifeboat with wild animals? You have to read the book, but here's a clue: God. And supposeldy, it's a true story....but that's part of the plot, so I won't give it away. Favorite line in the book? "And so it goes with God." Awesome novel!

2. Acts of Faith, by Philip Caputo.
Philip Caputo actually won the Pulizer as a journalist, writing for the Chicago Tribune. But, since then, he's written a lot of novels that are based on real wars, places, true to culture, time, and circumstance. Maybe you have to have been an NGO worker to really appreciate this novel; it is slow in the middle. But it definately succeeded in it's point: to show that good works are not always good works, and vice-versa. Like when visitors to Phnom Penh would look at me as if to say, "...and you call yourself a Christian!" whenever I told them NOT to give money to the begging children on the street along the Mekong. But what they DON'T see is the man in the suit across the street taking the money from the "poor" children who collect it from naive tourists. In the developping world, good and bad actions aren't so transparent, even "acts of faith." This novel is set in war-torn, modern Sudan, and focuses on the Christian groups who try to buy slaves their freedom, NGO's who deliver food and medical supplies to starving tribes, trans-religious Sudanese rebel commanders, and arms smugglers. Like I said, this one was a little slow in spots, and I had to continually ask Tim questions, like, "What's a Kalishnikov?" Transformer Gun and "Explain this paragraph about mortar rounds to me." But, in all seriousness, it was a thought-provoking study on ethics and aid in the third world.

3. The Red Tent, by Anita Diamant.
First off, this choice does not win any awards for literature, as most "Christian novels" don't. But the surprising thing was that this book wasn't Christian at all. It was much more Jewish, if anything, as the author is Jewish, but YHWH was hardly even a supporting character. This book had been recomended to me for years, and I always said, "Uhhhh...that's just not my type of writing." And it isn't still. But it was one of those intruguing, quick reads, very accurate histortically and culturally to ancient Middle-Eastern times, and an interesting Biblical supplement. It is, as most of you know, the story of Dinah, the daughter of Jacob. In the Bible, Dinah is only mentioned twice: the fact that she is the only girl born to Jacob Baby Girl, and that she is raped, and her brothers lead a vengeful massacre against the rapist's people on the wake of their circumcision. In the Bible, Dinah's brothers, who become the 12 tribes of Israel, are well recorded. This novel-admittingly fictional-atempts to tell the unknown story of Dinah. Even if you're a strong Christian, read it with your Bible open! There were several times I had to look up and see, "is that really how that story goes?" Most of the time, it wasn't. But the book is a culturally accurate celebration of women, rites of women, birth, and wifedom in Dinah's time. Warning: A LOT of sex. I mean, after all, Jacob had four wives...this is the story of how those children came to be...Dinah becomes a midwife...where do babies come from?....

4. Flowers for Algernon, by Daniel Keyes.
Yeah-that little book about the mouse that most high school students have to read (not in the summer). Mouse On Wheel Somehow, I missed that unit and never read the book. This novel is written as a journal, and when I realized that, admittedly, I groaned. But, it really works for this little book! There is a reason this one is required reading. It's fabulous! I will never look at a retarded adult this same way again! Not that I was inhumane to retarded people before, but this book will give you understanding beyond words for the plight of the mentally retarded. I cried and cried at the end of this book! I won't give it away, but most know that it is about a scientific experiment done on a mouse-Algernon-that makes the mouse a genious. A mentally retarded adult is chosen to undergo the same experiment, and he rises to a man with an IQ of 170+. The book is his journal, at first written as a retarded adult. Warning: parts of it are hard to read! I mean, with an IQ of 45, he doesn't use grammar, punctuation, and he can't spell. But the journal entries get better and better until he reaches genious level. And then Algernon, the mouse, starts to deteriorate... If you missed this in high school, like I did, read it now! It was so enlightening!

5. The Known World, by Edward P. Jones.
This one, like most of the others, and most books I read, is based on true events. However, there never really was a man named Henry Townsend, or a widow named Caldonia. But there was slavery in North Carolina after the Civil War. What I didn't know was that there were black slave holders! That's what this book is about: free blacks in the south who purchased slaves. Would having been a slave make them more temperate slave owners? Would they have intensified internal ethical debates over this issue? This was a spectacular look at true history, through the lives of fictional characters, who made complex moral choices. It was also a lesson on racism, then and now, and love in its purist form. My favorite line: "I wonder if Moses done ate yet." Oh, if only I were at the level of forgiving, unconditionally loving, humanity to be able to ask that question... Yes-you have to read the book to get it. By the way, this one won the Pulitzer, and goes right up there with Roots, Their Eyes Were Watching God, and Invisible Man in the genre of African American literature. As the previous three are, The Known World should be required reading.

What are your favorite reads right now? I'm all out of new novels, and I need a heads-up on a good one! Happy Reading! Relaxing By The Fire





Tuesday, July 18, 2006

C.'s New Game


Hey-wanna play my new favorite game with me? It's so fun; I play it all day!

First-now this is the amazing part-I throw a blanket over my head, and POOF! I disapear!

Look! I'm invisible! GONE! Betcha can't find me...Where am I??? Where am I??? Ha! Ohhhh... I told you this game was great...but wait...


"PEEK-A-BOO!" (That's what you say when you find your way out from under the blanket). "PEEK-A-BOO!" Is that great, or what?!

Oh, I love this game...HILARIOUS! Let's play it again.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

New Teeth!


My name is J, and these are my old teeth. The top ones were rotten from my life in the Philippines. My big sister let me go to sleep with a bottle when I was a baby, and the sisters at the orphanage did this too. They didn't know any better, but that rots your teeth. When I came to America, to my new home, Mommy took me to the dentist. I don't like the dentist-not at all-but he said he needed to give me new teeth so that I could eat and talk better.


Here's me with my new teeth! These don't chip away, and I can eat better, and I speak better in speech therapy. They're nicer than the ones Mommy thought I was going to get because the dentist only had to use enamel instead of caps. He realized this after he gave me some medicine and tied me down on a papoose board and started scrapping away at my brown teeth. I didn't like that one bit! Mommy doesn't like it either; she told Daddy that if she went to the dentist with me she'd cry and that would scare me. So Daddy got to go with me! He was very patient-even after I screamed and screamed (for four hours!). Daddy was there in the operating room to hold my hand, and he gave me ice-cream when it was all over. Mommy still cried though-when I smiled at her when I came home with my new teeth-but she said it was a happy cry, so that's OK. I sure love Daddy, and I like my new teeth!

Wednesday, July 12, 2006


"How many kids do you have?"
"Two," I answer, but inside, many days, I'm thinking, "Three. I have a 10 mon. old, a 2 yr. and 10 mon. old, and a 30 year old."

But, I wouldn't have it any other way! Without Timmy, who else would take J down the firemen's pole at the park, make goofy faces at C until he couldn't laugh any more, and...teach them the unending joy of riding down the stairs on a blanket. Weeeee! I remember my brother, Steve, and I putting on our fuzzy footed pajamas when we were kids and racing down the stairs head first, feet first, and on our tummies. Those really were fun times huh, Steve? Well, instead of bedtime, this is the scene I walked into after a trip to the grocery store the other day. Actually, I heard it before I saw it,
"Hold on, J! 1...2...3..." Bump, Bump, Bump, Bump, "Ahhhhh!" and then two boys-make that three-laughing hysterically.


I know by now that sounds like those require the camera, pre-set to the sports setting to capture any moment that is happening very fast. When I found the boys, they were at the top of the stairs again, and J was signing "more." (see picture) It's hard to tell who is having the most fun here, I know, but that's how it should be, I guess. Enjoy your week!


Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Happy 4th of July!






We had a wonderful 4th of July with friends that we hadn't seen in quite a while. We went to their house, cooked out, set off fireworks, and talked for hours. We got home about 11:30; the boys were in bed asleep by 11:31, and Tim and I got to sleep just after midnight. So, when C woke up crying at 7:00 am this morning, all I could say was, "You have got to be kidding!" as I put my pillow over head and groaned. There are literally NO days (or mornings) off in parenting, huh? When I went in to get C though, J was flat on his stomach, arms and legs spread wide, lying horizantally across the bed. He was so still that I couldn't help but check his pulse! Alas-all was well. He was breathing, but exhausted.

As expected, J was not fond of fireworks! But, he didn't cry. He either attached himself like a crab to Tim (see picture), or curled up in the lap of a friend. Whenever a round of fireworks stopped, he'd sign, "all done," and we'd say, "not yet-they'll be more," and he'd put his head back down, hold on, and wait for the next round to be over. At least he felt safe, even if he didn't like them. He enjoyed the sparklers, though. As long as it didn't make a loud noise, he liked it. C, on the other hand, well...what doesn't C like? He sat in my lap, gummed a blue icing cookie, and contentedly watched the light show all night!

We hope you all had a Happy 4th as well! The freedom that we have in Christ and country is a blessing that most of the world is living without, and it was nice to take a day to be grateful and recognize those gifts with friends and family.