Friday, October 29, 2010

Never Say Never

When Nate and I were dating, and talking about getting married, I was very clear with him on one MINOR little opinion I had about our future.

Nate grew up in a tiny town in eastern Iowa. Correction: Nate grew up in the COUNTRY, outside a tiny town in eastern Iowa. And by tiny, I mean population 500. I'm not exaggerating here.

I grew up primarily in the Des Moines area. My graduating class had more than 500 people.


So I very graciously and tactfully (or maybe abrasively and vehemently) said the following to him during one of our conversations.

"I will NEVER live in a small town. NEVER. So if we're going to get married, you have to promise that we won't ever have to move back to your hometown."

He assured me he had no plans to move home and take over his dad's businesses (sorry, Greg), so we were able to put that behind us and move forward with our plans for the future.

Fast forward about 8 years....

Nate got a job offer from his company that would be perfect for him. It's a promotion. It's a really unique opportunity. It's perfect for him.

It's in rural NW Iowa.

He's taking the job.

The Pritchard's are moving to small town Iowa, sometime in the not so distant future.


Yeah, me too.

I guess when I said I'd NEVER live in a small town, I wasn't specific enough :)

But this is a really great opportunity for Nate, and we're excited about a new beginning, however scary it may be.

I'm choosing to look at this as an adventure. Let the adventure begin...

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Hiking, Hairnets & A Whole Lot of Wildlife

Earlier this month, we took a last minute vacation to Colorado. We had said that if Baby B ended up going home, we were going on a vacation. And boy, did we need it! It was great to just get away as a family of three for a few days!

Yes, we pulled Macieo out of school. And while school is important, it was well worth it, because family is MORE important! We randomly chose the dates of our trip based on the our crazy schedule. It was, literally, the only week this fall that we felt like we could get away. And you know what, it was PERFECT. I was worried we might have missed the beauty of fall, but we timed it just right. I highly recommend Colorado in mid-October!

The aspen trees were incredible. That gorgeous gold color, against a clear blue sky, literally takes your breath away.

We spent a couple of days driving/hiking/experiencing Rocky Mountain National Park. If you've never been, I nighly recommend it. I grew up skiing, and have seen a lot of beautiful mountain views, but this was incredible!

We visited an area at the very top of the park where the landscape is considered "arctic tundra." It was beautiful, but it was COLD! We had a picnic at the bottom of the park, and it was 72 degrees. Then we drove up to the highest point of elevation, and faced freezing cold, hurrican force winds. It was bleak. We climbed to the top of these rocks, and had a 360 degree view of the Rockies.

We saw a TON of wildlife. While there are many signs telling you NOT to approach the wildlife, Macieo couldn't help making nice with one furry friend.

This type of bluejay was EVERYWHERE. Very cool.

There were elk everywhere we turned. We even got stuck in a half hour traffic jam caused by a herd of about 5o elk, trying to cross the road!

Even in Estes Park, where we stayed, the elk were everywhere.

About 100 feet from our condo, this was our view. Much to my delight, there was a Starbucks with a charming little patio right on this river. I spent all my mornings here, reading, gazing at this:

We kept busy riding horses,

hiking the trails,

and taking in the view.
We spent a day in the charming city of Boulder, where Macieo found a fun place to do some urban climbing.
We toured the Celestial Seasonings tea factory. Yes, we had to wear hairnets. Sadly, this is the only picture from the entire trip that includes all three of us!
All in all, it was a wonderful week. We are so thankful that we were able to carve out some time to spend together as a family. While we've taken a few weekend trips (Omaha Zoo, Minneapolis, Wisconsin Dells), this was Macieo's first "official" family vacation. And it won't be the last!

One Phone Call

This afternoon, as I was getting ready to go out the door to pick Macieo up from school, I got a phone call.

It was a woman from DHS that I had never met before. She just had a quick question for me.

Now, I get all sorts of phone calls where people have questions. A friend calls and asks, "Can you have lunch?" My mom calls and asks, "How are you doing?" My husband calls and asks, "What are we doing for dinner tonight?"

But this call was a little different. She said the following:

"I have a three-year-old little boy I am needing to place. He's currently in a temporary foster home. His parental right have been terminated, so he's needing to find a forever family. There's really nothing else that needs to be done, other than finding a permanant home for him. Would you and your husband be interested in adopting him?"

Just like that. All in a days work, right? There is a little boy who needs to be adopted. No warning, no long, drawn out history or process. Just a question.

I was saddened, because typically this situation would be ideal for Nate and I. We often talk about wanting to adopt an older child. While I adore babies and would love to raise one of my children from infancy, we are very aware of the fact that Macieo is already eight, and he will be significantly older than any other children we may have or adopt. So we would be very open to adopting an older child.

Unfortunately, there are some circumstances in our lives right now that led us to say no to this woman's question. It wouldn't be good right now for us, or for that little boy, if we adopted.

So I politely said no, and we hung up the phone.

Just like that.

And after we ended the call, I just sat there in stunned silence over how simple the whole conversation had been.

But I was struck by the magnitude of what had just happened.

There is a healthy, loving, little boy out there who belongs to no one.

His parental rights have been terminated, so he currently has no parents.

He belongs to no one.

And this broke my heart more than I can express. This is not right. This SHOULD NOT BE. Every little child should belong to someone.

I think I was struck by this because in so many cases, when we think about or talk about adoption, we see things from in international perspective. The need across the world for adoptive parents is staggering. Often when we think of orphans, we think of malnourished, neglected children in exotic faraway places. And while those children are desperately in need of our help, too, we rarely hear the word "orphan" and think of a place like "Ankeny."

But there is a little boy, in Ankeny, at this very moment, who belongs to no one.

And that is just not right.

So I don't really know what I'm trying to get at with this post, other than I feel really overwhelmed by the fact that a woman is going down a list of names right now, making brief phone calls, trying to find a family for this little boy. It could be that easy.

While some families live through the agony of waiting years and doing mountains of paperwork and visiting third world countires to bring home their beloved children, there is a little boy somewhere in my own community who needs a family today. No paperwork. No travel. No waiting. He belongs to no one. He needs a mom and a dad.

It breaks my heart to think of the baggage that this little boy will carry around for the rest of his life. Because at three, he's old enough to be aware that he is without a family. And it breaks my heart that right now, we can't take him. We can't be the family he needs.

So I pray that before the day is over, this worker will find someone who can take him, and love him, and teach him that families are forever, and life doesn't have to be so scary and uncertain, and that there's a big God who created and cares for him, and that he's worth loving.

Calls like these break my heart, but they also kind of put things in perspective. We've got it so good. There is a crisis, world-wide, where literally over 140 million children are without homes. And this problem starts in our own backyard.

I hope and pray that more that more people will stand up and be willing to be part of the solution. I hope and pray that someday, if I receive another phone call like that, I'll be in a place where I can say yes.

I pray, that very soon, that little boy belongs to someone.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

This Is a Problem

I love to read.

Like, really, really, love to read.

As a kid, I was one who would sit inside on a beautiful sunny day to read a book, while all the other kids were playing kickball.

I’m kind of a nerd like that.

I started college thinking I wanted to be an English teacher. Problem was, I just wanted to read books and talk about them with people. When it dawned on me that I’d actually have to have a classroom full of naughty students, I decided teaching might not be for me. I got an English lit minor, just for fun. It hasn’t really done me a whole lotta good in my adult life.

While we had baby B, I kind of took a hiatus from reading. I took a hiatus from quite a few things while we had the baby (cleaning, cooking, exercising…) It’s funny how having a baby can do that to you.

But since Baby B went home, and school’s back in session, I’ve found I have a little “spare” time on my hands. And since I still don’t have any desire to clean, cook or exercise, I’m filling some of that extra time with reading.

The problem is, I’m kind of in that “feast after the famine” stage. It started out innocently enough, but I realized this morning I am currently attempting to read NINE different books. At the same time. Yes, you heard that right. NINE.

And I wonder why I can’t focus on anything for long.

All of a sudden, I’ve noticed all these books that look interesting. Or pertinent to my life. And I’ve borrowed them, checked them out at the library, even purchased one (I rarely purchase books). And I’ve brought them home and read the first chapter. And then found another book that looked interesting. And read the first chapter of that one. And now I’m stuck with NINE books.

This might be a problem.

I’m in a book club, and finally decided this morning that I should sit down and read our current selection. The problem is, we’re not quite sure when we’re meeting to talk about it. A book club is a great idea, but ours is pretty fluid. It’s a bunch of friends who figured that getting together to discuss a book once a month was a great excuse for a night out and a good glass of wine. Sometimes we talk about the book. Sometimes we don’t. Some months we meet. Some months we don’t. Just depends.

Our fluid approach to book club pretty much mirrors my fluid approach to reading.

What mood am I in today?

What do I want to learn about today?

Maybe I’d rather watch TV today?

And alas, I’m in the middle of NINE books, with no end on the horizon.

So I’m committing, in writing, today, to finish at least a few of these books. I bet some of them are really good. I bet I could learn something.

So I better quit writing this…I’ve got some reading to do.

In case you’re interested, here is the current list of books I’m attempting to read. Think I can get them all done by Christmas? We're driving to Colorado next week, so hopefully I can knock a few off the list!

The Explosive Child (Ross Greene)
Animal, Vegetable, Miracle (Barbara Kingsolver)
Vintage Church (Mark Driscoll)
Shepherding a Child’s Heart (Tedd Tripp)
The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (Steig Larsson)
It’s Easier to Reach Heaven than the End of the Street (Emma Williams)
Faithful Place (Tana French)
Moonlight Becomes You (Mary Higgins Clark)
Radical (David Platt)

Anyone have any others to recommend?

Thursday, September 16, 2010

It's Been Awhile

Once upon a time, there was a girl who used to blog.

She loved to post cute stories about her kids.

But then she took a break from blogging.

A long break.

So long, that probably no one reads her blog any more.

But now she's thinking she might want to start blogging again.

The end.

Just kidding...that's not really the end.

But it has been a long time since I posted. The last post was in April, so if anyone's counting, I think that's a whopping five months ago. Sheesh!

I guess the only good excuse I can think of it that it's hard to blog when 50% of your children are protected by foster care privacy laws, and you can't blog about them.

Don't get me wrong. Macieo's been up to his usual antics, being all cute and sweet and wonderful. But most of the pictures I have from the last few months include BOTH the boys, and therefore cannot be posted. And having an infant is kind of exhausting. And being a foster mom is the most emotionally draining, frustrating thing in the world. So I guess I've actually had lots of excuses as to why I haven't posted anything here for awhile.

But we've had lots of life changes lately, and for whatever reason, I think my blogging-juices have started flowing again.

Second grade started a few weeks ago. So far it's been stressful. New situations are hard for Macieo, and this one is no exception. New routines. New people. New expectations. We're adjusting. Slowly.

Macieo turned eight. EIGHT!?!?!? When did I become old enough to be the mother of an eight-year-old?

Baby B went back to his biological parents. It's been 8 days since he returned home, and I'm wondering when it's going to start hurting less. 8 days ago, I took my baby to a strange house, handed him to a woman I'm not sure I trust, and walked away. It was the most awful day of my entire life.

I've never liked change. And that's still true about me. But I'm finally starting to grasp that it's kind of inevitable.

And I guess there's an upside to change. God, as always, has shown Himself faithful through a tough couple of months. I have experienced, more than any other time in my life, the awesome power of the prayers of other believers. I have seen my family and friends rally around me and support me in ways that did not expect. There have been people, (often the ones I least expected), who have been willing to come along side us and walk down this road with us in a way that has at times, literally, taken my breath away.

I'm not sure why God chose us for this lifestyle. Sometimes I don't like it. Sometimes I wish we had healthy babies that were born into our family and stayed with us their whole lives, the way "normal" families do. But for whatever reason, God has asked us to walk down this road. And, kicking and screaming, I am walking down it. And I know despite the fact that I don't always love it, God is refining me through it.

All that to say, I'm back. I'm ready to post cute pictures of my kid again. He is quite a charmer, and he did just turn eight (EIGHT!?!?!).

So here's a few shots from his NUMEROUS birthday parties. Enjoy. And stayed tuned :)
His actual birthday fell on Labor Day this year. We had a family party with my side, and he "helped" make the cake. Can you tell??

Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, Dad, Uncle Brandon, Lisa, Macieo and Baby B all spent the day at the Science Center.

We played Pinhead. Can you tell who's who?

Then, the following weekend, there was the friend party. We went bowling at Bass Pro Shop. We had a giant cookie instead of a cake. Fun was had by all!
Macieo received many different toy weapons. Nate assures me this is normal
for a boy his age.

Thursday, April 22, 2010


I have a disease.

It's called stuff-itis.

I don't know when I got it, but I think I've had it longer than I'd like to admit.

I'm ready to face it.

I'd like to recover.

Does anyone else out there know what I'm talking about?

So here the situation we find ourselves in these days...

A year ago, we felt like we had outgrown our 2-bedroom townhome. My hat's off to my friends who have lived in their little townhomes with one, two, even three kids (you know who you are!). But I just couldn't do it. With the addition of a seven year old who is ALL BOY, our two bedroom townhome with no yard quickly felt too small.

Of course, this was when the market tanked, so we weren't able to sell it.

Luckily, we were able to work out a great deal with some people we knew who had a house that was on the market. We rented our townhome out to a really sweet young couple, and then we ourselves rented our friends house which had a big yard and a lot more room.

Fast forward one year.

Our renters are moving out. We need to sell the townhome. The people that own the home we are renting (and currently living in) need to sell their house.

Enter numerous realtors.

Commence open housing.

Hello stress.

In two months, we have no idea where we'll be living.

I realize, in the grand scheme of the world, that this is not a big deal. My family is happy, healthy, and have the oh-so-terrible problem of having TOO MANY houses, instead of the actual problem of having no where to live. But in my paradigm, this has caused a lot stress.

We're hoping that both houses sell quickly, so we can find another house to actually purchase, move into, and live in forever and ever. Once I move again, I'm never leaving. I've decided one house is more than enough.

So, to make a short story long, we're getting ready to pack boxes, and are trying to clean up this house for an upcoming open house. And all of this has caused me to ask myself one question, over and over.

Where did all this STUFF come from!?!

We went from a two bedroom townhome to a huge four bedroom house, and in the course of one short year, I've managed to fill every last nook and cranny.

I have a love/hate relationship with Craigslist. It's kind of like a drug. I just can't stop buying reasonably priced second-hand stuff.

So my goal, over the next week, if to get rid of stuff that I don't use. This is hard, as I tend to get emotionally attached to my stuff. My parents always joked about this with me as a kid. I was always the one with the biggest suitcase when we went on trips. I just could never go anywhere without my "stuff."

Now, my stuff is taking over my life.

So next week, I'm having a garage sale. And getting rid of the stuff. I'm turning over a new leaf. Because really, if I haven't used it in a year, I probably don't need it.

If I haven't worn it in a year, I probably won't wear it again.

And really, it's not the stuff that matters. It's the people I buy the stuff for. And I'm pretty sure they'll be okay without it, too.

So if you're around next weekend, stop on by. You might just find some stuff you can't live without.

Here's to clearing out the clutter and facing the unknown future with a lighter load :)

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Beauty in the Ordinary

We're enjoying the labors of the people who have lived here before us, as beautiful things are blooming in our backyard.

I'm finally starting to experiment with my new camera.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

I Think the Worst is Over

Outside my door. a hopeful sign...

"There is a time for everything, and a season for everything under heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1

Wednesday, March 24, 2010


So lately, I have all these great ideas for things I want to blog about. But then the kids need something, and I forget. Or I'm tired. Or distracted. Or actually have 20 quiet minutes I can spend talking to my husband. Needless to say, they never get written. So for all three of my faithful readers (hi Linda!) here's a quick rundown of what's on my mind, and what we've been doing lately.

-The snow melted and the sun came out. There are flowers coming up in my yard. After six months of cold, dark winter, I feel a lot like those flowers. Happy. Alive. Excited to be outside again.

-I started Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred today. Macieo joined me, which was pretty funny. He can do pushups about 5 times faster than I can. It's really embarassing when you're outmatched by a kid. I have a lot of work to do.

-Did you know you can request books at the library? In the past two weeks, I've requested 2 different books, and they've approved both requests! may be seeing a serious decline in my patronage now that I know the libaray will actually buy things if I just ask! (If you're curious, the books are "Everyday in Tuscany" by Frances Mayes, and "Adopted for Life: The Priority of Adoption for Christian Families and Churches" by Russell Moore and C.J. Mahaney)

-I cannot WAIT for the Farmer's Market to start. I think about it about every five minutes.

-I am having a garage sale ASAP. I cannot wait to get rid of some of this junk. Where did it all come from!?!

-After looking, debating and agonizing over purchasing a jogging stroller, I bought a great used one today off of Craigslist for $30. How did I function before Craigslist?

-I'm pretty sure that previous thought answered the question in the one before it.

-Baby B will be four months old on Saturday. Where did the last two months go? He's growing up too fast!

-B weighs almost 18 lbs. He's growing like crazy!

-Whoever invented the exersaucer is my hero.

-Super Mario Bros. Wii is addicting. Nate and I have been reliving our childhood each night after the kids go to bed.

-I can't stop listening to the song "You Won't Relent" by Jesus Culture. Kim Walker is one of the most amazing vocalists around today.

-I finished my taxes earlier today. Whew.

Think this post is slightly scattered. A little frightened by the randomness of my thoughts? Me too. Lately, it's hard to sit still. Motherhood has put my brain on overdrive, so this is just kind of how it is right now :)

See you later!


Wednesday, March 3, 2010

If You Didn't Already Know...

Men and women are different.

Sometimes I can tell my husband is listening attentively to whatever I'm saying. But if quizzed him after I was done talking, he still would have no idea what I said. It's not that he didn't listen. It's that his brain seems to compute differently than mine, and the words go in one way and come out totally another.

I think it must be a male trait, because this happens a lot with my son, too.

And sometimes, things that seem "obvious" to me, just aren't obvious to him.

Here's a few examples for you...

This weekend, we went to Minneapolis for my best friend's wedding. I was the maid of honor, and Macieo was the ring bearer. Baby B stayed home.

I was busy all day with my BFF of the bride duties, so Nate's job was to get Macieo ready for pictures. I emphasized that they both had to be dressed, in IRONED clothes, at 5:30. He was totally on the ball and was a huge help with everything, and I knew he'd be ready on time, so I wasn't worried.

As a side note, Macieo was wearing one of those dress pants/dress shirt/vest/tie combos that you buy at Kohl's. It comes as a set, and it's on the inexpensive side. The materials is pretty cheap, but they look cute.

So I'm at the salon with the bride, at about 4:30 (remember, we need to be ready at 5:30) and the following phone call takes place:

My cell phone rings:

Me: Hi babe.
Him: Ummm...we have a problem.
Me: What?
Him: Well, I was ironing Macieo's pants...
Me: You ironed the pants? I only wanted you to iron the shirt.
Him: Well, the pants were wrinkled too.
Me: But those pants are such a cheap material, I don't know if you can even iron them.
Him: Yeah, that's kind of the problem. I ironed a hole in them.
Me: WHAT!?!??! (The bride is sitting next to me. This does not do anything to calm her nerves)
Him: Yeah. There's a three inch hole in one of the knees.
Me: What!! What have you done!?!?!
Him: They were wrinkled!!
Me: You are going to fix this. I don't know how, but you're going to. I cannot believe this.
Him: I know. I will. How was I supposed to know they'd melt! You didn't tell me not to iron the pants!
Me: Sorry, that part seemed obvious. Did the tag actually say you could iron them with a hot iron?
Him: Tag? What tag?

Seriously people. ONE HOUR before the ceremony. But, he redeemed himself by finding the nearest Kohl's, buying new pants, and being ready on time. Whew!

Another example:

There was a dessert in the fridge that had been there for two weeks. One of it's primary ingredients was cream cheese.

Him: Do you think this is still good?
Me: I doubt it. I probably wouldn't eat it.
Him: Silence.

I see him put some in a bowl, and walk over to me, eating it. Then he quickly walks back to the kitchen where I watch him dump it in the trash.

Me: Not good?
Him: Not unless this dessert is supposed to taste like deviled eggs.

Sometimes my husband cracks me up. To me, it was obvious not to iron the cheap pants. It was obvious that a two week old dairy dessert probably shouldn't be eaten.

But I have to remind myself we don't speak the same language. And that's what makes life interesting.

I love my husband :)

Thursday, February 18, 2010

We've Come a Long Way

It's been exactly a year since I wrote this post.

I had no idea, one year ago today, what my life would look like. How much it would change.

Today, it's hard to imagine my world without this little boy in it.

It was February 5, 2009, that Macieo showed up on our doorstep. I debated this year on whether or not we should celebrate that day. For me, it was a happy day.

For Macieo? I can only imagine how scary that day was.

He was removed from his home by the police. He spent the day at the police station and the hospital, in the custody of a DHS worker he did not know. She dropped him off at our house at 7:00 PM, and he was left in the care of two complete strangers. For him, I don't think it was a happy day.

Most of that evening is a blur to me. I remember we ordered pizza. It was almost 9:00 when things started to settle down, and we realized this poor kid hadn't eaten dinner.

We asked him what kind of pizza he wanted. The kind with the red circles, he said. Now he knows it's called pepperoni. That day, he had no idea.

The next day, we dropped him off at school, and made our way to Walmart. What do you need in your arsenal when a six-year-old boy comes to live with you? Chicken nuggets. Fruit snacks. Legos. We loaded the cart. We had absolutely no idea what we were doing.

Today, we still don't always have an exact picture of what we're doing. But a few things have become clear.

God knew, before the foundation of the world, that this amazing little boy would become our son. He knew the that we would question His plan for our lives and our family. He knew that Macieo would have a rough first six years. He knew that we would be his safe place to land.

And today, we know more deeply the truth that "God works all things for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." (Romans 8:28)

A year ago, I had no idea it was possible to love a child as much as I love my son. I struggled, sometimes not very gracefully, with the fear that I would never be a mother. But the Lord, in his own perfect timing, answered my prayer.

This little boy changed all that.

The other day, we were out with some friends, and one of them made a sweet observation. "Wow," she said, as she looked at my son. "He really is the most beautiful child I've ever seen." Since I can't take any credit, I'm inclined to agree with her.

This child is beautiful, inside and out.

He is the most creative, sweetest child I have ever known.

He loves so intensely and unconditionally, sometimes I feel like my heart will break.

He's extremely strong-willed and can be downright naughty. But I've seen evidence that God is changing his heart. It's so sweet to watch him admit when he's wrong.

He is hilarious, and makes me laugh every single day.

He loves other people and wants to help everyone he meets.

He is the most forgetful person I've ever met. You can tell him something, and if he's distracted, 10 seconds later he has no idea what you've said.

Turns out he's a great big brother. His patience and sweetness with our new foster baby has brought tears to my eyes on more than one occassion.

So all in all, I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this post. I've just been thinking a lot lately that I can't believe it's only been a year. And at the same time, I can't belive it's already been a year. A year ago, I didn't know this little boy. And now, I am his mother, in every sense of the word. I have experienced a love so fierce and protective for this little boy. Sometimes, it still catches me by surprise.

The perfect plan I had for my life did not come to fruition. But God's plan (as always) has proven to be richer and more amazing than anything I could have dreamed up for myself.

My prayer is that I would be worthy of raising this little person, with whom I have been entrusted.

I love you to pieces, Macieo James.

The Real "Baby" of the Family

Jake would just like to make one thing clear.

He will always be the true baby in this family.

Thanks a lot, Jake. Because of you, I do twice as much laundry!

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Oh, baby!

Little baby B has arrived!

Actually, he arrived a little over a week ago, but as you can imagine, I've been kind of busy :)

It's been a whirlwind trying to adjust to a newborn schedule, but I think we're starting to get into the swing of things. We were extrememly blessed to him sleep through the first seven nights he was here! Woohoo!! The last two nights haven't been quite so quiet, but they've served to make me even more thankful that sleepless nights don't appear to be a regular occurence for him!

Macieo is pretty much the sweetest big foster brother you've ever seen. I was a little nervous he'd be jealous, but it's been exactly the opposite. He wants to help with EVERYTHING, and is so sweet with the baby. He loves to hold him, and comes running to the car after school every day, asking, "Where's the baby!?!"

It's been a crazy busy week...there's no maternity leave for foster moms! Baby B has even been coming to work with me this week, as I've yet to find the part-time daycare I'm looking for. If you know of any state certified in-home or daycare centers that take kids part-time, let me know!

We made our first road trip yesterday to visit my grandma in Sioux City. Three hours each way, all in one day. Luckily, both boys were very well behaved! Mom and Dad were pretty cranky by the time we got home, though! Now we can cross "road trip" off our to-do list. I'm planning on staying home as much as I can from now on!!

Kind of a random post, but that's the way my mind's been working this week! Gotta run...there's a hungry baby to feed! Hungry might be an understatement...nine weeks old, and he weighed 13 lbs. 6 oz. at his doctor's appointment on Friday. Whew!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Still Waiting

It's been awhile since I posted, and our house is still a baby-free zone. This whole waiting thing is not my favorite part.

But the good news is, we have a plan, a real, concrete plan. We're picking up the baby (who is now 8 weeks old) on Friday. I'm 95% sure this will actually happen. I mean, the plan seems concrete, but this is still foster care. Nothing is ever certain.
In the meantime, the waiting hasn't been all bad, because we've been busy! With a son like mine, busy is kind of a way of life!
We've been to the Science Center with our friend Jack:

We've sparred at Tae Kwan Do:

We've played some serious basketball:

(Man, is that coach good looking, or what?)

And last, but not least, we've gotten spiffed up (and goofed around) as we tried on our outfit for Aunt Abigail's wedding:

Today, we're snowed in (or rather ICED in) and school is cancelled. So we'll take full advantage of a day off, and snuggle up in our warm house.
And we'll keep waiting.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Hurry Up and Wait

The baby did not arrive today as planned.

Apparently there was a problem with the paperwork on DHS's end. Gotta love red tape.

They need a signature of someone before they can transfer the baby, and that someone is only in the office one day a week. Not sure which day.

So baby could arrive anytime this week.

So much for planning ahead! We'll keep you posted...

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Instead of 9 months, 4 days.

We're not pregnant.

But we are expecting.

A baby, that is.


We got a phone call from DHS on Thursday. Could we take a six-week-old baby for foster care? Terrified and excited, we said yes. And remembered last February, when we got the call for a six-YEAR-old little boy.

The baby's room is ready. In four short days, we've called our generous and amazing friends, and borrowed everything we could ever need, from nursery furniture down to tiny little blue socks.

This morning, we said goodbye to the days of sleeping in.

Tomorrow, we jump with both feet into the unknown.

And we couldn't be more excited :)

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