• prayer time

    every night we pray together as a family before we put the kids to bed. we each take a turn, starting usually with amelia. here’s her prayer from tonight. “Jesus, thank you for this day. thank you that we got to go to the zoo yesterday(we really went thursday). thank you for mommy, daddy, wilbur, orville, and shelby. thank you for our fun house. thank you for our fun family.” she thinks we’re fun! how great is that!! and here’s wilbur’s. where is this kid coming from? “Jesus, thank you for my curtains. and my bed. and orville’s bed. and amen. vroom.” to which i replied, “you need to just…

  • "It's a ban"

    it’s a what? yeah, we’re trying to figure it out too. ban is something our three and a half year old wilbur came up with. it’s been a part of his vocabulary for a few months now. here’s what we know so far. a ban can be anything. i can be a ban. what we eat for snack before bed can be a ban. putting on shoes can be a ban. he has a ban dance, though we’ve never actually seen it before. he also has a ban show, which we’ve also never seen. and now he has a ban follower. our two year old orville started saying ban today.…

  • mid-stream

    that’s where most of my thoughts are lost these days. actually, it’s been that way most of my adult life, but motherhood has only made it worse. oh yeah, josh blogged about our adoption stuff again. it’s not too often he does so, so you should stop by and check it out. he decided to change the kids names from c1, c2, and r. now they are amelia, wilbur, and orville, respectively. i think i like that better, so i am going to change them on here too. hope you can follow. getting back to mid-stream, the kids and i went to a friend’s house yesterday to visit and play…

  • tears

    oh, how badly i wish i felt ready to post a photo of the kids. you have to see their precious faces to fully get how great this is. and tonight, as i looked into the eyes of our 17 month old, the greatness of it all hit me. as i was diapering and lotioning him after his bath, and he was saying “da da da da da da da”, my eyes filled with tears. i held back crying because i didn’t want to scare him, but inside was a full cry. my heart was crying out, “my God, look what You have given me.” and i feel so unworthy.…