How. On. Earth.

do we possibly go to China,
pick up our boys
and
then
just
go
home.

I. Have. No. Idea.

My heart is absolutely breaking by those that are left behind
and we haven't even gone yet.
I cannot fathom what this will feel like when we get there and see the kiddos still in the orphanage and still in their foster home that do not yet have a family.
How do we not go and love one more
and then one more
and then one more
......I've never in my life used any illicit drugs but I must assume that this is what that must feel like...
Just.
One.
More.
Just one more.....

Kiddos like him


and him


Two 6 year olds who are being advocated for by my friend Jean.
They need to have some heart issues addressed
and
they
need
a
family. 

Or then there is this cutie


who is being advocated for by my friend Annie.
He is 5 and also has a heart related issue
and
needs
a
family.

These boys have all been waiting a long, loooonnnggg time for someone to ask for them...
to love them
to help to heal them
and
they
still
wait.

I have no idea where the Lord will lead us after we get Jacob and Joey home.
But I'm ready to do whatever He would have us do.

Because the fact that there are so many left behind....
is just sooooo not ok with me.

"for it is not hearers of the Law who are just before God, but the doers of the Law will be justified." Romans 2: 13

Overdue

 

I'm pretty sure that if this adoption were a traditional "pregnancy" I'd be at about 82 weeks pregnant right about now....
and
I
am
about
to
burst.

Start the pitocin baby,
get the tickets,
man the aircraft
I
am
ready.
So, soooooo ready.

I assume our I-800's (US immigration approvals round 2) have been approved.
And now the rest of the process is a bit of a jumble to me as to what comes next.
NVC letter
Article 5
TA.....I get that one.
Not entirely sure what I should do next....
other than feed these "pregnancy cravings".
Tips anyone?

Let's get this show on the road already.....sheesh!

A true picture of my mothering skillz

I am an awesome mother.
Or.
Maybe.
Not.

Justin had a 3rd grade ecosystem project due.
Justin's friends in other 3rd grade classes have also been having ecosystem projects due recently.
Jack is in the 3rd grade.
Jack said he had an ecosystem project due.

So, in my continuing quest for awesomeness I procured the needed supplies from the local craft store and decided last night we would get a head start on both projects.
Holla.
Head start on school projects = happy, happy parents.

We began with Justin's frozen tundra and immediately were waylaid by some uncooperative marshmallows during the building of the igloo.
Yes
Yes I am aware that animals do not build igloos in their frozen tundras....
but it was cute
and it was made of marshmallows
so we pretend
and we eat marshmallows.

But still, we persevered.
We persevered until we gave up and decided to try again tomorrow with sugar cubes.
So we put the frozen tundra on hold and moved on over to Jack's project.

Jack's rainforest was
e
a
s
y.
Mainly because we did the exact same thing and even saved all of the needed materials from one of Jordan's projects a few years back.
Shhhhhhh...don't tell the educators.

Anyhoo, since Jack's was done I thought I'd really, really jump ahead of the game and go ahead and send his to school today even though his wasn't due for a day or two.
Yep.
Go ahead and be jealous of my pre-planning....I can take it.

Jack thought that to be a grand idea so we loaded up this morning, Justin graciously rolled both backpacks to their seperate classrooms so that Jack could carry his incredibly awesome rainforest project and
I drove away from the carpool line thankful, happy and pleased with ourselves.

Life
Was
Good.

And then they came home.

And um.........well.....how exactly do I say this.......
Jack
did
not
have
to
do
a
project.

That child,
my baby,
walked into that classroom proudly carrying this giant rainforest habitat and the teacher ever so graciously informed them that they needn't do a project.
They passed that chapter weeks ago.


Yeah.
I know.

And then
oh yes, it gets even better.....
I was so distracted by simultaneous belly laughing and being mortified at the whole situation that I, in my multi-tasking-have-four-kids-way then proceeded to give Jordan his antibiotic for his infected splinter......
and I accidentally gave him some kind of pill from a bottle with my husbands name on it instead.
Yeah.
I know.

Hello Poison Control, my name is Sonia.
And I am an awesome mother.
Or a complete idiot.
I forget which one.

And now the rest of the story:

Justin is now writing his report on the rainforest instead of the frozen tundra. They have collaborated to go into Jack's room in the morning and get the completed bigger and better habitat(that in all fairness, they both helped put together). The frozen tundra will go up in the closet awaiting the next child to be assigned the ecosystem project.

Jordan's mystery pill that belonged to John is nothing more than Mobic.....which, I learned today from the lovely folks at Poison Control....is from the Advil family. So it's all good and he is now guaranteed free of aches, pains and fever for the next few hours.

Wow. I wonder what more awesomeness I can bestow upon my family today.
The possibilities are endless.

The 21 Rules

Did you know that you can boil down the rules of your home to 21?

Yeah.
Me neither.

I thought there was only 1...
....Do what I say.
LOL
Just kidding.
Kinda. 


I was given this list at Loving your Children night at an incredible Bible study that I am a part of on Tuesday nights.
Much more about this study coming soon....cuz it's good.
Like good, good.

Anyhoo, I love this list of rules.
My kids love this list of rules.
It hangs prominently above the dining room table
visible to all


a reminder and reference for when they are disobedient
Not that my children are ever, ever disobedient.
Nope.
Nevah.
Ahem....
hold on.......
I must go recite rule #3 to myself.


There's just some great stuff on here!


We we open something we close it.
Amen.
When we take something out, we put it back.
Amen.
WHEN WE MAKE A MESS WE CLEAN IT UP.
Can I get a witness?

My current plan to use this list is when they disobey or misbehave they then walk over to the list and read aloud the rule that they have violated and then attempt to amend whatever offense they have committed.
I'm telling you...
this works wonders.
It's been working wonders the entire time we have been using it...
all
3
hours.

Hey, you gotta start somewhere! :)

Mott family

Could someone from the Mott family please email me?

mommyof4jays@msn.com

Thanks so much!

What's in a name.

We've had more than a few wrinkles of the nose when people ask us what their names are and we tell them that we are keeping their Chinese name as their middle name and then giving them an American name as their first name.
Jacob Benjamin LouJ***
Joseph Samuel LouX**
At which point I then typically add that we will then call them whatever they would like to be called.....

except maybe Firetruck
or Doughnut
or Hot Wheel...

they are boys after all.
You just never know.

Anyhoo, I guess I shouldn't say I've been surprised by the many curious glances and nose wrinkles from those never-adopted-children before people that question our decision to "change" their name...
but I do..
I do get surprised.

And to be quite honest,
quite
quite
honest
I feel like I have to validate that decision to them.
So then I proceed to launch into this dialogue of why we are choosing to do this, why they actually will want an American name, etc, etc.
And then I walk away from that conversation wondering if I said it right.
Yeah.
And most of the time I think of a few more points that I should have added at which point I want to turn and run back in their direction and say,
"Wait! Wait! I remembered something else!!"
But I don't.
I simply keep walking and hope that I have adequately and honest answered their questioning.
Ugh.

Anyhoo, so the same week that I had gotten a couple of nose wrinkles I was reading my blogging friend Chris blog and was blown away by her story that day...
all about her daughter who had at that point been home for about 7 months
and it was all about what is in a name.

So here, reposted with her permission is a story you simply must read.
Just have the tissues handy
cuz when you get to the end
you will ugly cry.
I'm just sayin.

Her {Chinese} Name

Shea likes her Chinese name.

In fact, she loves it.

Fu Hua

She especially loves to be called Hua-Hua!

She likes the way it sounds....
She likes that it was what she was called when she was a baby still living in China....
She likes what it means....Flower or possibly Lucky Flower...maybe Blessed Flower (???)

(I certainly am no expert on Chinese names, but this translation is based on what I was told by our coordinator while in China adopting Shea. Plus some of my friends, who are Chinese, have implied this meaning as well.)

Bottom line, Shea likes her Chinese name.
She likes it also when I say her full name: Shea Emily Hua!

Avery does not like hers AT.ALL!!!

Zu La

My understanding is that Zu La is very unusual.  Quite a few of my {Chinese} friends were scratching their heads over this name.....However, the general consensus was that it means Charming.
(I would have to totally agree...
My Avery is completely charming!)

Many times over the past seven months since she has been home with us, she has firmly indicated that she doesn't like to be called by her Chinese name.  I would ask her why.  She would just shrug her shoulders. And say that she is Avery.....now.

Okay then!

When I call Avery by her full name: Avery Lyra Zu La....she wrinkles her nose and tells me that is not her name!

"I am just Avery!"

Okay then!

There are times when Shea wants to be addressed by her Chinese name and wants Avery to be addressed by her Chinese name as well.

Avery wants nothing to do with this!

No way!
No How!
Not happening!

Shea gets frustrated with her....not that Shea is bossy or anything....! Ha!

So.....
This is the interesting thing about how Shea & Avery initially responded to us when we used their Chinese names shortly after meeting them:

When we were in China adopting Shea (back in February of 2007), she would not respond to her Chinese name.  Ever!  She immediately embraced Shea as her name.  I would try calling her Shea-Hua....no response.  I would try Hua-Shea...no response.  Even Hua-Hua didn't work. (This nick-name was highly recommend by her foster parents.) Only Shea would do.  Hmmmm....

For Avery, it was the exact opposite. While we were in China this past January,  she absolutely would not even consider acknowledging 'Avery' as her name.  Every where we went, she would tell people her name was Qing Zu La.  And that was that!

Within four to six weeks after arriving home, she was allowing us to call her Avery.  She began responding to Avery.  And then eventually began calling herself Avery.

The other night, Shea was in her 'Chinese name' mode.  She was just loving having us all call her Hua-Hua.
I tried to get Avery in on the 'fun'.  I told her how pretty her name is and how much I love her name....

Zu La

We all tried.

She kept shaking her head no.

She told us not to call her Zu La.

She told us she doesn't like that name.

As always, I asked her why...

This time she had an answer.

It took my breath away.

"Because...."

Then quietly she added....

Barely above a whisper....almost missed by all of us....

"No one loved Zu La....."

to be continued....

Chris just finished Pt. 2 so head on over here and check that out.

Well,
I guess no matter what we end up calling them
we
will
first
call
them
Loved.

....must go extract the mascara off of my forehead now.
I told ya
ugly cry.

Well Hello There.

Hello Fall, I've missed you.
Though it's still 85 degrees and I am walking around in a skirt and flip flops
I still like you
a lot.

I like fall fests.
Like-like fall fests.
As in like-like gonna pass it a note in study hall to see if it wants to go steady like-like.

I like the simplicity of them.
The old school games like bean bag toss or dart toss, the balloon man, the snow cones, the popcorn, the free hot dogs and drinks so I don't have to cook that night, it's just good ole fashioned down home fun!

Our neighborhood had their fall fest last night.
Fun
Food
and
Free
shall make for one lovely evening.

Mickey had fun

as did Mario


and his twin/BFF Luigi


as did the teenager


who went as
well, as a teenager. (I heart him)

The giant cookie even had fun....

 cuz he's a cookie.  
And if he's not having fun...then there is seriously something wrong. 



We They played games.
I They ate their candy.

It was just a fun family night!

As for the rest of these pictures....
well....
I'm not sure I have words for them....

Other than to say
they
are
boys.
And with boys...you just never know....

what you're gonna get.


Can I get a witness?!

 Happy Fall Ya'll! 

This arrived in my mailbox at my house yesterday.


Ummmmm......


Ok.


Perhaps they are missing their target market?

It's all beginning to feel very, very real.

Today as I was getting the paperwork together for our next step I had a thought....
we are going to China.

We
Are
Really
Going
To
China.

Hello reality.
My name is Sonia.
Nice to meet you.

For so long this process has been about.....well, about the process.
Trying to wrap my rookie adoption brain around what we needed to do, who we needed to meet with, what form needed to go where, what we needed to do next.....
And now that that is all starting to settle down.....it has hit me.
We are going to China. 

These two little boys will soon be so much more than a picture.

They will be real
live
breathing
in the flesh gorgeous little faces that I get to look at and love on
in person. 

Be-still my heart.
I cannot wait to see them, to watch them chatter away with one another in Mandarin, to watch their relationship with their brothers develop, to love them, to feed them, to let them pick out a bicycle for the first time in their life, to teach them about the love of a Savior!...all of that amongst 1 million other things that bring me to my knees with thankfulness, anticipation and hope!
Cannot WAIT!

And though I don't expect it to be a fairytale.
What I do know is that we are smack dab in the center of HIS will.
Just where I wanna be. 

I will not leave you as orphans, I will come to you. John 14:18

Our I-800 saga continues...

Gracious.
I sometimes wonder if I'm being punked.

Our agency made some calls on our behalf on Friday....cuz Jessa's cool like dat.
And lo and behold...after 20 days I wake up to an email & a text message yesterday morning from the lockbox stating that our packets have been forwarded on.

I guess they just needed a good booty kickin. 

But then...
there's the fact that our fat second child fee check that was in the packets has not yet been cashed.
Not.
A.
Good.
Sign.

So hopefully our check will be found soon....like, soon-soon.....less we get rejected or something.
In the meantime I will compulsively be checking our bank account hoping and hoping that I will see it go down by $670.
I've never in my life been so anxious to see money leave our account! ;)

Still hangin on to the One who has it all worked out!

UPDATE!!!!! AS SOON AS I HIT PUBLISH I CLICKED OVER TO OUR BANK AND IT CASHED!! YIPPEEEEEE!!! WOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Twins and Dishes....the aftermath.

I'm calling a Do-Over.
8 year old twin style.

The twins have recently picked up the chore of doing the dishes.
(MUCH to their older brothers delight)

Oh how it pays to have a twin.
One of you loads.
The other one unloads.
Double the mess.
Double the helping hands.
It's all good.

Until....I went to start the dishwasher today that they had "loaded".
And here is what I found:





Yeah.


I'm pretty sure nothing is getting clean like that.
I'm just sayin.
Please do take note of how the silverware is all cozied up together in one little corner.


There must be some super-duper top secret flatware pow-wow goin on.
Shhhh...don't tell the sporks.....they weren't invited.

To their credit
A: They are really cute despite their obvious abhorrant dish loading skillz.
B: Any future twin wives reading this years from now should know that I will do all I can between now and then to remedy the aforementioned dish situation.
C: If I fail at remediating them through the course of Dish 101 please don't blame me.....I beg of you.............
....I tried....I really, really tried.
D: If the afore, afore mentioned remediating does indeed fail....may I...in a most non-intrusive mother in law way.....suggest using paper products so as not to ignite any marital unrest due to their lack of dish skills?
E: My current excuse for the above incident is that they are a bit out of practice as we have been cutting them some major slack during Fall ball baseball season.....there are only so many hours in a day when you are 8 and going to school all day and doing homework and rockin the baseball field all night.
F: But that would just be an excuse.....and I try not to make excuses for my children. It doesn't really do them any favors.......apparently unless it involves baseball and dishes.

So that certainly must account for this particular predicament.....at least that is what I am going to tell myself. 
I think some retraining is in order.
Did I mention how cute they are?

A How To

If you live with a couple of these



then you really need to head on over to your local Christian bookstore and pick up this

I'm tellin ya.
There is some good stuff goin on in the pages of this book.
Things like
how to tie a tie
Communication
Dating....or lack thereof!
Grooming
...hang on.....let me say that one again..
Grooming
Faith
Family
Girls
Peer Pressure
How to dress like a man
and on and on and on. 


It's a good read.

Our teen boys


yes that really is Jason and Jordan and I at a Kutless & Sidewalk Prophets concert at church recently
No,
no it is not ok that they are nearly as tall as I am....
are going through this book as part of their youth group.

Let me just tell ya.....
I
am
a
girl.

And as the mother of these chuckle heads.
I couldn't put it down.
It gave me such a great peek into what is going on inside their heads.
This comes easily to my husband....cuz.......well, he used to be a teenage boy.
Me?
Notsomuch.

This book is incredibly relevant,
it's accurate,
it's engaging
it's all approached from a Christian point of view
and it's just downright funny.


The Guys Guide to Life
How to become a man in 224 pages or less
a must read.

If I heard correctly I believe there is also a Girls Guide to Life........
but uhhhh.......
I wouldn't know anything about that.
You'll have to ask someone that goes down the pink aisle at Target about that one. 
I don't even know where the pink aisle is...or what exactly goes on over there.
All I know is that there seems to be lots of sparkles and glitter.   
-sigh-