Thursday, May 8, 2014

If You Take a Teen to the Doctor

If you take a teen to the doctor to rule out strep throat he will be taller than the choo-choo train table.
If he's taller than the choo-choo train table you will laugh and think to yourself its time to move your 6'2 son to Family Practice.


If you think you should move to Family Practice you will realize that he won't have great reading material like Andy has Asthma and bedwetting brochures to read anymore.




If he doesn't have Andy has Asthma and bedwetting brochures to read he will fill out his complaint form and notate that his last menstrual cycle was 2 weeks ago.


If he fills out his complaint form and notates that his last menstraul cycle was 2 weeks ago,
well
never mind.
The end.

Dear grown up Jordan, 
You make me laugh. You make me like laugh, laugh. I have more fun going places with you even in the most mundane tasks than is ever considered normal. I love your heart, your sense of humor, and the way that you are uniquely you. We may not color on the exam room paper with crayons from my purse while we wait anymore like we did when you were little, but talking about menstrual cycles and bed wetting is equally entertaining with you. Love you kid. Errrr man. Errr manchild.

Love, 
Mom

Monday, November 25, 2013

Remember This?

You are going to have to click, click, click to really get a grasp of what has transpired through this story but I promise you it's worth it.

Do you remember this? 

And oh my goodness you HAVE to read this
(The Lord BLOWS ME AWAY so often.
The way this story was weaved together absolutely astounds me. Katie.....seriously?!)

And then this happened.

And then there was this incredible day. 

And today?

THIS. 

Thrilled.
Humbled.
Standing in awe of the One that could have placed these boys anywhere on this Earth that they have ended up one hour away from us.

Faithful,
faithful God.

Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. 23 They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23 

Great.
Is.
Your.
Faithfulness.

Friday, November 22, 2013

Remember Last Week When I Went To China Unannounced?

And I didn't tell you?
Well.....actually I didn't tell ME either.

Yesterday I was minding my own business at school when I received a couple of text messages asking me if I had seen Lori & Stacey's blog.

Well pfft no, I've been in school all day.

I'm thinking at that point that they have written some beautiful heartfelt blog posts about their trip to China when Lori adopted Abby coming to a close.

Well ummmmm....that's not entirely what happened.
Read for yourself.
And simultaneously pee your pants. 
I know I did. 





















So yeah.
I had a blast.
Rocking my pearls and a super cute new dress. 
I'm home now and surprisingly unaffected by jet lag.

Lori & Stacey seriously girls, thanks for the laugh.
I'm slightly but not really less bitter about not going with you now.
Love you both!

Thursday, November 7, 2013

A Little Post I Like to Call

Going to College with Teenagers. 

Seeing how I am nearly a senior citizen {she said sarcastically....
ahem....kinda}
This experience of going to school wit them there youngens' has been ummm.....interesting.

A few observations for you:

  • They sometimes wear their pajama pants to class. Wait, what?  When did this become ok?
  • They sometimes wear shirts that aren't fully shirts. It's at this point that I have to restrain myself from walking up to these young ladies, pulling up their tops and knitting them a quick afghan while I simultaneously explain the virtue of modesty. This is hard for me. Truly.....in a so not joking way....this is so hard for me. They are such sweet girls for the most part but they just have not been taught to protect what should be protected.....
  • Two of them were amazed yesterday that I had a FaceBook account. Hahahahaha still makes me laugh.Wait till they find out I don't ride a horse and buggy to class, that'll really freak em out.
  • When someone sneezes in class about 28 of them will all say "Bless You." This intrigues me. At first I thought maybe they were all being hazed for some fraternity but now I realize it's just kinda what they do.
  • They are on their phones all the live long day.
  • They are on their laptops all the live long long day.
  • They think I'm cool. Holla.
  • One of them complimented my shoes the other day, asked to try them on and then said (I'm so NOT kidding), "So cute! You have fat feet just like me!" Ummmm.....thanks? 
  • They eat almost as much as I do. I love this about them.
  • They always have some new scented Bath & Body Works lotion with them, and they share. I love this about them.
  • They remind me what it is was like yesterday when I was 19 {cough cough} and how passionate you can be about what you think you believe.
  • When they are sick and come to class looking like they need their mommies it is ALL I can do to not rush over and pat their back, brush the hair out of their face and run home to make a crock pot of chicken soup. Wait....do I do that for my own kids? Note to self: Find out how to make chicken soup out of a can crockpot. 

And that's the what what on going to college with teenagers. At which point I come home to teenagers. Perhaps I should be majoring in ya know teenagers....is that a thing?

Yours,
Social worker in training Sonia.




Wednesday, November 6, 2013

That Day That Baby Pictures Appeared in My Inbox.

Do you love it when Chinese characters appear in your inbox?
I do.
I so totally do. 

Bestill my heart.
It's baby Jacob

and toddler Joey.

Anybody have a minute to turn his pants right side out and not backwards? Anybody?

These and the other 8 pictures that came with them today are my new favorite screen savers.
If only I'd known them then...
~sigh~
if only.

I can't tell you how weird it is to look at baby pictures of your own children that you didn't know.
It's weird.
Like weird weird.
Like can't quite wrap your mind around it type weird.
Like hello, some kind Chinese man that I don't know is holding my baby in a toy store.  
Number of times a kind random Chinese man-stranger held my biological children in a toy store: 0.


The amount of time I spend thinking about how our worlds would collide years after these pictures were taken baffles me even still.
It begs me to wonder what I was doing around this time.
What was I doing that day?
The twins would have been around 18 months,
Jason and Jordan would have been 4 & 5,
we were living in the vast frozen wasteland of North Dakota at Grand Forks AFB and I was probably snowed in and alone.
The idea that there were two babies in China that would 7 years later be calling me mom would have not been even a thought in my sleep deprived little head.

It's craziness.
Pure craziness.
{But ridiculously cute nonetheless.} 

Monday, November 4, 2013

Remember That Time We Went To MineCon?

Dear Justin & Jack,

This weekend I took you to MineCon.


It was just us & 7,948 of our closest friends.
Last year it was in Paris and we were all set to go but tragically at the last moment I realized that I still have to feed you
and clothe you
and shelter you for a few more years so I cancelled our non-existent plane reservations and our imaginary hotel reservations for that place overlooking the River Seine.
I know....my priorities are whack.
This year it was in Orlando.
Hello.
That I can do. 
I know when you are 30 and you are reading this you will want to know just what on earth was so great about this weekend and what the heck a MineCon is, and I'll respond with are you freaking kidding me?! Do you know how excited you were?!! And then I'll admit that I no longer remember what a MineCon is either.
So let's just save ourselves that conversation in the future and allow me to document it for all of us.

We checked in to both the convention and the hotel,
got some dinner


And then the next morning we were there 2 hours ahead of time to stand in the longest line in the history of lines for the opening ceremonies wherein you two looked like this:


And I looked like this:
Because let's just be honest....
I don't know what a MineCraft is nor do I play one on TV.

Hahaha best shirt ever
 We hit the exhibition hall where in you tried out loads of new products, sat in on a few panels wherein you learned all sorts of MineCrafty tricks,


got some freebies, checked out some new technology, and posed with a variety of square things that have something to do with the game.


Weird square things to me.
Very cool relevant things to you.

That night we hit Island of Adventure at Universal Studios.
The MineCrafty people were kind enough to rent out the entire park so it was just us and those few thousand friends of ours, we had a blast, were able to walk right onto any ride and stayed up waaaayyy past our bedtime.

It's at this point in our weekend that I'd like to pause and tell you a little story.
Ahem.
Here goes:

When you go on the water rides at Universal at 9:45 at night you will get wet.
When you get wet at 9:45 at night you will get cold.
When you get cold you will realize that you don't have a jacket.
When you realize you don't have a jacket you will remember that your mother told you to bring one.
When you realize that you in fact did not bring one you will remember that she is a smart, smart woman and you should spend more time listening to her wisdom. 
When you don't have a jacket you will look at your mother with your teeth chattering and sad, pathetic eyes with dripping wet hair.
When you look at your mother with your teeth chattering and sad pathetic eyes and dripping wet hair, her motherly instincts will kick in and she will offer up her cute lil' green pea coat and her purple scarf.
When she offers you her cute lil' green pea coat and purple scarf you will wear them with honor cuz you are just that cold.
When you are just that cold you won't care that you are wandering around Universal wearing your mother's clothes and you will always remember how awesome she is.
The end.



Mark Ruffalo was there that night and he was at the Con' with his kids.
Hold on....did you hear me?
MARK RUFFALO!

Who in his day job plays the Hulk.
But I love him more for his role in this:


I'm ashamed to admit.....
I looked for him again after I caught a glimpse.....
Not in a stalker psychotic type of way but in a.....
never mind.
It was totally in a stalker psychotic type way.
~sigh~

I thought about getting in line to go on the Hulk RollerCoaster because surely he would be there! It's his coaster afterall!!!

but then I realized that I am not...ya know..... a crazy person that would actually ride that thing. And even if I did, and I saw him on the ride, it would be kind of hard to appreciate the moment whilst I was preoccupied with fearing for my life, screaming with abject fear, and simultaneously peeing my pants and throwing up on account of the aforementioned fear.

Hello, I know I'm covered in pee and vomit and I'm shaking like a leaf but could I have a picture with you? 

Yeah. No. Just no.
Besides, that scenario would completely ruin this scenario that I have in my head of the two of us walking together just. like. this.


So in the end this is the closest I got to him.

We had a moment together.
Sigh.
So, so sad.

At one point we were walking onto the SpiderMan ride when I happened to glance behind me and saw a guy that I vaguely remember seeing at opening ceremonies. 
To which I nudged the twins and literally(like a total idiot) said,
"Hey guys, isn't that bald guy somebody?"
They turned around, saw him, and proceeded to flip-the-heck-out with excitement.
Bald guy turned out to be Notch, the inventor of MineCraft.

Who apparently was lactating. Hate it when that happens.

We also met Sky that night

Who they know of...but don't interact with. He apparently has a potty mouth. Tsk-tsk.

Then we ran into Jeb
who I'm told is the founder? owner? creator? I dunno....of Mojang....which is the parent company of MineCraft? I dunno. Clueless mom, that's me. 

The next day at the convention you two met two other guys

No idea what his name was....something Bajancanadian?






Yeah...sorry dude....totally don't remember your name

And then it happened.
My truest most pure demonstration of love for the two of you.

sat
on.
the.
floor.
of the Convention Center for 4 hours to save your place in line whilst you hung out in the exhibition hall

Coffee anyone? A book? My dignity?
 so that you could meet this guy

CAPTAIN SPARKLES
Who ironically enough an hour before this picture was taken got mobbed in the bathroom and had to lock himself in a stall and call security to come and get him out. 
Hahahahahaha still makes me laugh. 
Poor dude. Poor millionaire dude.

And that, my sweet 11 year old twins, was our weekend at MineCon.
If you need me for the next couple of weeks I'll be in bed eating chocolate and watching my Mark on TV.
And if you are reading this when you are 30, call me and we can relive our weekend.


Love you both.
Hugs,
Mom.





Monday, October 28, 2013

I Can't Believe That Actually Happened

Buckle up folks because what I am about to tell you could perhaps be the most profound, astonishing thing that I have shared on this blog thus far.

A few weeks ago the doorbell rang.
I opened the door and there stood before me my friend Jen and her husband.
Super nice people.
I like them. 
I had no idea they were going to be stopping by.

But here's where the story gets interesting....

The. house. was. clean.
Ya'll, it was like....clean-clean. 

Unannounced visitors and the HOUSE WAS ACTUALLY CLEAN?!?!?!

I was unaware that this phenomena actually existed.
Truly I say to you, it was like unicorns were prancing around in unison and the ceiling opened up to display a perfect double rainbow whilst cherubs serenaded us with Bach's 6th movement.

Now typically when visitors stop by unannounced it looks a lil sumpin like dis:

Que Scene:

It's 2 in the afternoon and I, for some reason, am still in my pajamas. Which happens like twice a year but darnit...THAT will be the day somebody stops by. There is jelly on my shirt from my Eggo waffle that morning, I have not yet brushed my teeth cuz ya know....still in my jammies and all
and don't get me started on the fact that I'm probably not wearing a brahhhh....never mind.....
Baseball bags and cleats and legos are strewn throughout the lower level, blankets are all over the floor, some small boys Star Wars underwear are laying on the stairs since I dropped it while carrying the laundry upstairs...ahem....
two days ago.
Dishes are overflowing out of the sink, down the hall and into the living room and there will be three TV's on at abhorrently loud volumes with varying professional sports on, none of which are actually being currently being watched.

Now that, is my reality.
Not my everyday reality mind you, but most assuredly it is my when people happen to stop by unannounced reality.

So you can only imagine how happy I was that this had actually happened that it took all I had to not parade them around the house so that they could fully take in it's glorious cleanliness.

I so badly wanted them to pee so that they could see the sparkling bathroom with the newly installed AirWick. Mmmm smells like Lilacs in here!
But I just couldn't bring myself to say, "Do you need to go potty? Cuz dude, you totally can!!"
I wanted to display the hall closet, the pantry, my sock drawer.
I wanted to open up the yogurt and string cheese drawer in the fridge and show her that I had finally throw away the year ago expired applesauce cups from when Jason broke his jaw. 

So much I wanted to do. But instead, I had to let them onto the back patio which....of course.....was an ever-loving disaster of shoes, recycling boxes & baseball gloves.

~sigh~
Guess you can't win them all.

Oh, and it's clean again today, so ya'll come on by.
See you soon and drink LOTS of water before you come over!
Whoop!


Wednesday, October 23, 2013

My Day In Court.

A couple of weeks ago I volunteered to be a Guardian Ad Litem.
Love it.
Looooooovvvveee it.
Well,
technically I haven't started yet.....
I'm still in training....but oh how I love it. 
If you can find some time
and you have a heart for the well being of kiddos under the care of the state
the GAL program is calling your name.

Hear that? 
Ring, ring.
It's calling your name.  

I, of course, am not doing it for the children.
I'm doing it so that I can yell things like, "I object!"
{which apparently I do not get to do.}
and
"May I approach the bench Your Honor?"
{can't do that either}
and
"Did someone order the pizza?"
{definitely can't do this}
Ok.
Just kidding.
It's totally for the kids and it's also great experience & training for my future self's social workiness.
One of my professor's on the first day of class said it was her job to make sure that we didn't suck as social workers.
Ha.
Alrighty then. Guess that about sums it up.
So in my effort to not suck, I knew this training and program would help.

Anyhoo, part of my training is 4 hours of court watch where I observe dependency hearings, arraignments and trials of parent(s) whose children have been removed from their homes.

Heart still intact I headed downtown this morning to the court house to meet my Master GAL that I would be shadowing today.
Now me and my stay at home mom/college student self don't go downtown much.
So I was ever so surprised when I came to an intersection and saw that our city has these

Guides!
Guides with unfortunate hats!
Bless his little heart hat.
Our city has guides all along downtown just waiting to direct people where they want to go.
Who knew.

Anyway, I arrived and attempted to parralel park my Suburban.

*crickets*

And it was as I watched half the city stop what they were doing and laugh hysterically at my many many many attempts....that I gave up, parked in the parking garage, walked into the courthouse and went straight to the bathroom to brush my hair
{Good hair is essential to being a GAL.....said no one ever. The truth is, I had to go potty but there's no way that I'm going to write that I had to go potty on my blog, so I went to "fix my hair".}
Oh.....wait.....
Disregard that last part.
Thanks.

And that's when I saw this sign
And that's when I realized I am blogging again so I have to whip out my camera to document such things.
Check it.

Seriously folks?
Seriously?

So I arrived at 8:40 for a 9:00am hearing that didn't actually end up happening until 12.
Lesson 1 of court....things rarely if ever run on time.
But it was actually a good thing for me anyway,
probably not for all of humanity that was outside the doors waiting their turn,
but a good thing for me.
I was able to see so many cases and I'm still picking my jaw up off the floor.
I think I was meant to be a lawyer.
Or a child protective investigator.
Or a judge.
Or a baliff.
Or a deputy.
Or the lady that types really reeellllly fast. 
I dunno.
But something.
I found the entire process astonishing and so, so, soooo far removed from my everyday reality.
{Christine....wow. Just WOW.}

I saw a guy get arrested.
Did you know that if you show up to court for a dependency hearing and you have a warrant for your arrest that you will be....ya know...arrested? And your poor sweet mama sitting next to me will have to hold your belt and your nice shirt, and your wallet as they put handcuffs on you, and she'll promise to get your truck home.

I heard so many things that broke my heart again and again and again.
Foster parents.
You guys are rock stars.
Without you, well, I don't know. I hate to think of what.
Keep on keepin on friends, you are making such a difference. 

What you quickly realize is that so much of the icky stuff that goes on....we will just refer to this as icky stuff cuz I'm just not gonna get in to all of that....is systemic and incredibly wide spread. Lack of education, poverty, generational abuse, unemployment, addiction.....it all seems to collide and each seems interdependent to the other.
I knew this of course.
In my head I knew this.
In my textbooks I knew this.
In my realm of common sense I knew this.
But to see it?
To really see it being played out in front of you case after case after case?
Well, that's a whole different story.

So that was my day in court.
I have no other photos to share.
I thought about pulling out my camera, but I knew that would be frowned upon and me trying to explain to the Judge that I have this blog and all....well, didn't sound promising.
I did think about asking her if she wanted to take some selfies with me but I can't bare to spend another night behind bars and I knew that's where I'd end up.
So ya know....I chose to sit quietly.
Another few training sessions and I'll be flying solo in this.
Excitement level high, heart a bit more broken, but nonetheless resolved that though I am only one I can still do something.

But the better news?
You can too!
Go here.

Oh, and remember, You can't handle the truth!
Sorry....can't help myself.
Oh, and I've NEVER spent a night behind bars.
That was totally a joke yo.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Coffee Anyone?

Anybody?

I'm sitting here in a {gasp} quiet house
earrrrrllllyy.

Ya know...
because all the smoke alarms going off at 5:48am is just a great way to start your day.

Coffee anyone?
Please?

And by the way....am I the only mother that in her half-awake state of delerium when awoken by said smoke alarms spends the first two minutes of the alarming walking briskly around to all the bedrooms shouting, "It's ok! It's ok!" in my most slightly panicked yet trying to be comforting mom voice? For some reason the thought of all the kids being freaked out by the alarms in the middle of the night seems to instinctively worry me more than if something were ya know.....actually ON FIRE.

Hmph.
Just curious.

I think I need to adjust my intuitive emergency reactions.

I'm off to class, and with this start to the day I am certain to be asleep midway through Research & Statistics.
Awesome.
Someone wake me when I have flunked out of my program.
Thanks.

Friday, October 18, 2013

But Enough of That

Let's move on to happier topics
Like blood
and heart transplants
and needles.

Whoop.

It's midterm week round my neck of the woods so after I conquered a test today in about 10 minutes flat,
take that social work exam
I kicka yo butta.
You are dead to me.
Mwahahahaha

I noticed the blood truck outside the College of Health.
Hello.
I'm in.

I won't ever forget that month in the PICU watching bag after bag of blood and platlets stream into Joshua.
I'm so thankful for that.
I'm so thankful for them
whoever they are
wherever they may be.
Whatever number of people that sat in some big blue bus somewhere and thus enabled him to have life.
Never will I see a Blood Mobile and look at it the same way.

So in honor of Rini's Big Going To Seattle Day
I grabbed myself a bottle of juice and some crackers and put my feet up for awhile.


Fight Rini fight!

Wait....
What?
Your done?
Can't you take more?
These chairs are comfy!
And you feed me!!


Love sweet Rini!