Simple theology by Kara and Micah's new occupation

I know, I know, I promised pictures! Sorry, maybe this weekend?

I just had to blog about my daughter's profound spiritual insight.  Last week my community group (basically a Bible study group) was discussing how we can be more "others oriented" (I'm just plain oriental).  I got the answer the day after our discussion.

Kara climbed onto the couch with our hymnal, opened it up (upside down of course), and started singing this song, "Jesus, me! Jesus, me! Jesus, me, Karlaaaaaa!" (she and Micah both call her "Karla.")  As I heard her song, it hit me like a thunderclap, that's the way to be others oriented! If we go around singing "Jesus, me!"  and thinking about Jesus first, our song will become "Jesus, others, me! Jesus, others, me!" What a sage I have for a daughter!  Oh, and what song was Micah singing later that day?  It went like this, "I am cute! I am cute! I am cuu-ute!"  Okay, one out of two twins, not bad.

Micah has a new occupation.  I discovered it when I was busy in the kitchen and heard Micah huffing and puffing.  He'd run in, pick something up, and run out.  At one point he ran in and (acting out of breath) said, "Mom, (huff puff) I (huff puff) do hard works!" "Hard works, huh? Good job, babe," I murmur, just glad that he seems to be keeping himself very occupied.  I think Kara was minding her own business, probably wanting to disassociate herself with the activities on hand. 

This running around by Micah went on for some time.  I did hear some minor crashing type sounds, but nothing out of the ordinary.  Finally I decided to investigate.  I discovered that his "hard works" consisted of putting anything that wasn't nailed down into a large laundry basket.  Micah announced, "I dumpa garbage.  I do hard works!"  His "garbage" included a pair of my shoes, lots of blocks, cars, coasters, a Bible, a remote control, some laundry, a few cups, throw pillows, a DVD, more shoes, I think a math book, and lots and lots of toys that were "dumpa-ed" in there.  Hey, I was just happy that I did not find Kara at the bottom of that pile!

Totally off subject, but I heard that there was such a thing as a "fashion blogger."  I heard a self-proclaimed fashion blogger say that in order to keep up her blog, she has to go shopping almost every day so she can blog about what she's bought.  I have often thought I live in an alternate reality.  Now I'm sure of it!

BTW, our youngest son very recently turned two.  It's hard to miss out on that milestone, but we're looking forward to celebrating his next birthday with him at home with his family!

Pictures next time, really!!!!

Potty training the pair and Froisland child #6

OOOps! Guess I didn't post at all in August. I really think I had a summer. I know there was a summer, I just don't remember having one. Because here it is, time for school and all the frenzy that fall brings. I think someone stole my summer.

August was a blur, owing to a 10 day trip we took back east. I'm just mentioning it now, as it deserves a blog entry of its own. I'm just waiting for technical difficulties to clear up so I can post pictures of my trip. It was an adventure, are you surprised?

So, we are working on pottty training the twins. We were not planning on potty training them at once, because well, that's just plain crazy. Which is what we are. We started with Kara, then Micah (who misses nothing), caught on to the scam. He gets people to read book after book to him while they wait for action, he drips a little in the potty, his parents cheer, then he gets "em-nems." Kara is definitely in it for the "em-nems" (M&Ms) as well as hearing whichever poor sap is on "potty surveillance" recite "Hey Diddle Diddle" a ba-jillion times or sing "Wheels on the Bus" a ga-trillion times.

Our trip back east set us back a bit, but we're pressing on. The WTs can be very cute in encouraging one another. Micah was in the bathroom with Kara today, feeding her pretzels while she sat. Pretty soon I hear, "Yea Kara! Good job!" I'm familiar with those phrases as Micah will personalize them for me when I emerge from the bathroom. Hey, who doesn't like a little positive affirmation?

By the way, Kara just turned three (or "fwee" as she says). Micah thinks he is now three as well. He may be wrong about that, but if you ask him where he lives, he'll tell you "California." If he gets injured and you ask where he got his "owie," he'll tell you "California." It's his new word. I also heard him utter the word "sacrifice" the other day, and I am reminded that he is two going on twenty. He revealed at the dinner table that "I the heartbreak boy."

Now about child #6. Where do I begin? Well it's actually kind of tough because I'm not sure what I can reveal at this point. What I can say is that God has produced miracle after miracle and is continuing to wow us.

The first miracle occurred the end of June. For those of you who know the book of Esther, I liken it to the night the king couldn't sleep. After that point, everything in the story changes.

We had just met with our social worker two weeks earlier. We were discussing moving forward on a second adoption, once again going to China for another girl. We were going to try to expedite things a little so we could combine post-adoption meetings with pre-adoption meetings. We were looking at getting paperwork into China by October. That was our plan.

Back to the night I couldn't sleep (I guess the "queen" couldn't sleep?). I decided to work on some adoption paperwork, but took a sidetrip to our agency's portal. On the portal there are pictures and information about certain adoptable kids (information only available to adoptive parents). I'd seen this particular little face before, but kept passing it up. "Something/One" made me click on the picture just "out of curiosity." I was hooked. I was looking at my future son. Yes, my future son. That was a miracle. I wanted a girl. I did not want a boy. I have three boys. Little boys require a lot of energy to manage. You want to hear the clincher? Can I give you a really big laugh? This little guy is just a few months YOUNGER than Micah! Yes, the wonder twins will become the wonder triplets (at least I can still call them "WTs"). Didn't I tell you we were crazy?

Much more to this story, but this queen needs to sleep!

Next blog entry, pics, I promise!