>What’s in a name?

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So, I have a question for all you adoptive and blogger moms out there, ok you dads too.

What’s in a name….really?

This is a pic from last spring, that momentous time of high school graduation. This pic is of me and MJK. MJK is our other daughter, in so many ways. She was an exchange student who lived with us for almost two years. From Korea. She became part of our family, even as she has her own family in Korea as well. We consider ourselves her American Family. You can’t really have a teen girl living for years in your home, sharing a room with your preteen girl, and not live as a family. We all had to learn to live together, bridge cultural gaps and misunderstandings and customs. Bridge to each other.

Like any teen girl, she loved to shop and talk, take pictures and wanted desperately to drive! Late nights over ice cream and long discussions over the rules and beliefs of the house, hunting for the perfect dress and helping with homework….standard teen stuff. And so she grew into our family. Our family grew into her. She became our daughter in so many ways. And yet she is also more the daughter of her Korean mother and father, the granddaughter of her beloved grandmother. She is in college now, living at a Korean University. Still, we send parental advice and direction from afar. She calls us ‘mum’ and ‘dad’. We pray for each other. We probably will not live together again, though she might come here again, as a kid does when they come home for a visit. We were, or are, her legal guardians here in the states. Yet we are connected. So we name each other “family.’

Now we are about to add another child, the seventh…eighth if you count MJK. This one, hopefully will be legally ours, adopted into our family in Ethiopia next Thursday if we pass court…and then again once we return home, officially, here in the states.

And, I, being the self-indulgent mom, want to talk about my kids on this blog. And in the fantastic fun and frenzy of excitement over the passes by the families of our agency this week I have seen the photos go up, announcing the pass and the new name of these beautiful children. And these bloggers intro these celebrations using their names. Their real names. I have not yet name my children on this blog, except in nicknames.

No, really, it’s true. I didn’t REALLY name my sons Buddy Bug, or Booboo. That is not on the diploma, no kidding.

But, if I pass court next week, I really want to just SHOUT to everyone that THIS is my new son…..and use his name. His real name. I don’t have a good nickname yet, he hasn’t grown into one with us yet. So, there’s my dilemma.

So. I’m asking. I’ve read all the creepy reasons not to do it. I’ve seen so many in this blog family just go ahead and use real names. What’s in a name? Should I announce his name once we get the big news? (trying NOT to jump the gun w/ thinking about all this, it’s just it’s been so wonderful to see and ‘meet’ these new kids this week, blogwise). What do you think? I know one thing for sure, his name, our SON, is true.

>Happy updates.

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Oh Happy Day for the Treat and Samantha/Fairy Good Baby families!

Passes on court yesterday and beautiful new children soon to join their forever families! Hooray for you guys, we are so happy for you!

>Balloons for joy, hope

>Congratulations to the Roberts Family and Angie and Anil!!! They passed court today and are surely rejoicing tonight! Yahoo! And for the Silvestri Family, our hearts go out to you! Next week is coming soon and we will be waiting with you, and until then keep you in our prayers for comfort and hope. Treat family, and Samantha, we are praying for great news tomorrow for you too!

>Praying for Court

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Praying especially tonight for passes for our fellow Gladney families to pass court tomorrow!
High hopes for good news for the Roberts family, the Silvestri family, and Angie and Anil. Also, prayers continuing for the Treat family and little Samuel for a pass this Thursday!

>Progress….of sorts

> Well, we are making progress!

My teen son went from lying on the lacrosse field, unable to move.

To lying on our sofa, with a knee of frightening and strange proportions.

To surgery.

To this, back to school with a cast and crutches, repaired but not near healed.

And now we are here: today’s much anticipated freedom from the cursed cast. Now he is in a brace! Hoorah hooray!!!

Yes, he is still immobilized and non weight bearing.
But hey, we will celebrate all little bits of progress…and scratching an itch and feeling fresh air, well that is not only major progress, but bliss!!!

You’ll be back on the fields in no time BooBoo!

This mundane post is brought to you in lieu of any adoption news, as we are still in that twilight zone of pre-court date….one more week, one more week……

>For our far-flung family….

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Easter, visiting Buddy Bug, our college boy – so we could all be together (and to hear him sing the Triduum with the liturgical choir). Yes, it’s late, but hey, better late than never!

>Still Mom

>From this.
Eldest son, age 13.

Goofy fun sweet boy.

He needed mom to help make sure he had clean clothes and that they matched.

To This.

Eldest Son, 18.
He lives away at college now.

But still calls mom to walk him through, real-time, how to iron dress shirt and slacks…..two nights in a row.

A mom’s job never ends, in so many ways, even the most mundane.

Still goofy fun sweet boy…er, young man.
Love you, Buddy Bug!

>Our Backyard

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Ok, kidding.

But, it’s still raining.
And I have spring fever in the worst way!
Meaning, I have summer fever. Because spring means rain.
But I crave hot sunshine and dry roads to run on and backyards to play in.

I want to stop waiting for our boy to come home and play with him outside.
I have too much time to type on rainy days, hence my long stream of consciousness posts (and yes I type fast and don’t really edit, see below, sorry).

But rest assured, life goes on here. I have fingers gooey from marshmallow krispie bars (thank you S.P. you are wonderful, I love these!). And we spent the morning, with heroic effort by great Dad of the house, cleaning up after the dog who is terrified of stormy nights. ‘Nuff said. So. Still raining. But they do say, sun tomorrow…which means of course: the girls first soccer game! Hoowah!

>Why adopt? again?

>Ok, people ask. Why adopt? And again?

So you can have Christmas mornings like this.

And every other day too.

Yes, it’s messy.
In so many ways and levels.

But it’s also glorious. In so many ways and levels.

Because even though it, adoption, is in many ways, a
wildly selfish thing to do – because we WANT another child, want to feel them in our arms and kiss them and feel their chubby arms around our necks and have them fall asleep on our chests so we can take a nap too……even so, it is a thing that we are called to do. All of us, in one way or another. To care for each other, in the ways that we can.

We are all the church, the Body of Christ and we are made to take care of each other. These little ones need us and we need them. We need each other. For different reasons maybe, but for nothing less than that. We need each other. Kids need and deserve a family . I am made to be mom and my kids are made to care for their brothers and sisters. We are made for each other. We are called to each other.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t think everyone is called to adopt. But everyone is called to care. We all do that, of course, in different ways. And adoption doesn’t solve the world’s problems. Our adoption in Ethiopia in no way solves the problems that are there. Our adoptions here in the states didn’t solve any of the problems here. But, adoption is one way to make a tiny ripple of difference.

And, adoption did bring this family together in what we believe was part of a plan that is bigger than us. Someone said once to me, “I guess it must have something to do with your beliefs.” Um, yes.
Absolutely.

I believe this boy was meant to be my son. My first born, 18 years ago. {yes, he’s the tall boy in yellow shirt in Christmas shot above, yes, time flies!}

I also believe this boy, my Little Man, was meant to be my son and is just as much so as the first one, above, and the four others in between them.

So, why adopt? The first time? And again? First it was because we had always talked about adoption as an option and something we knew we might pursue. Then, it was because we were finally ready to pay attention to JPII’s theology of the body and being open to life, in all manner and form.

Because we couldn’t let the idea of it go…..God nudged and nagged, chased us down.

Then we did. We adopted our first, a tiny little new baby girl, then another (ok, and another)……Then we realized the most important idea in the world, to us:

Love is a verb.

Love is not a warm feeling, all fluttery and gushy, except sometimes. Love is not being loved back. In no way is it a hallmark card.

Love is doing. No matter what.

{Now, you probably know all this already but I told you I am a slow learner, didn’t I?}
And the cool thing is – when you do for someone…when you walk the floors w/ a crying baby that won’t stop, when you hold a sick kid w/ a fever or bad dreams, when you make yourself get out of bed, again, for the fifth or sixth time that night to go soothe them, when they pee on you, when they ask you for another cup of juice, again….well, you do it. And that brings love. That is love. And there is the bond. It doesn’t matter then how they came to you. You love them. They are yours and you are theirs. You are a family.

So, not to go on, but it comes up so often, especially now, when we are adopting again and our family is getting large – larger than is comfortable for the average American. People look at us sideways like we might be a little bit nuts. And maybe we are. But in the best way. And often they say “Gee, shouldn’t you be done by now? Why are you adopting?” Well, because we can, fortunately. Because we want to. Because long ago we realized we needed and wanted to be open to all the kids God chose to send us.

And send them He does, no one else.

And it is a little crazy maybe.
And it is messy.
And tiring at times.

But it is glorious.

And that is the answer to why we adopt. Again.

>Retail therapy

>Ok, what does a gal do when she waits? She shops!

I am not so much a major shopper anymore, and frankly, I’ve got most of the basics and big items already. You know, after a few kids, you tend to have most of what you need. However, this wait is hard and I’ve got no way to bond but to dream of my new little boy and buy a few things, special for him. The only major buys I am thinking of is another rocking chair, so I can have one upstairs and down (one in bedroom and in the family room so we aren’t isolated if he needs some rocking).

But on the more trivial level, I have to say I just got the coolest sling! Find it here [shameless plug].

It just came and I gave it a test drive with my very large 4 year old (a big guy and probably over the recommended weight, but hey, it worked and he loved it and I was comfy – so it’s a win!). If this sling can work easily with my Little Man, then even though my new guy is not a small baby – but an older baby becoming a toddler – this should work well with him! I suspect he might need a whole lot of carrying around. I tend to carry all my newly adopted ones around for a good while, it imprints them to me and me to them I think.

Now I never did use slings with my older boys, they just were poorly designed way back then. Too cumbersome and frankly, kind of ugly. Plus, I was much younger and living in L.A. and just too “cool” to be wearing the big cumbersome pastel striped padded hot sling in the southern California sun. Young and stupid, what can I say? Now I am older and hopefully wiser, but certainly beyond caring about silly things such as that. However, even if I was a total slave to fashion (which my preteen daughter will attest, I am SO not), these slings are gorgeous and fun and beautiful or funky or whatever you like. A whole new generation of babywearing and in the nick of time, if you ask me.

So, I am excited. I want to go and get my little guy and pop him in this sling and tour around Addis and cuddle and just feel him next to me, snuggled in tight. So, a silly drivel of a post, but a fun and exciting delivery this morning for our little waiting household. We’ll take what we can get these days! Not much else to post when you’re waiting……..

>Just for fun

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Brother Sandwich.

>Remembering a servant of God

>Today is the third anniversary of the death of Pope John Paul II.

In many realms, he was controversial, but we loved him. He was an amazing man and our spiritual father, Il Papa. He was truly a servant of God, or, as one of every pope’s titles: “Servant of servants.”

John Paul II loved children and youth. He was a vibrant and active young man and he started World Youth Day, bringing the world’s youth together for events to confirm their faith and to send them out to the world to be “salt and light” – to live their faith and serve others so that Christ could be brought to the world, through them (us).

John Paul II served until he could do no more, even sick and suffering, on display and in the humiliation of incapacitating illness and progressive disease. He kept going. He was a great example of perseverance and fortitude and faith, and joy even in suffering.

Some might think it is a reach, but as a catholic mom, I think of him. I can look to him as a role model of perseverance in faith and joy. Even when the next step is unknown or unsure: should we adopt? what child will we be referred? when is court? will he pass? when will we travel? will I be a good mom to this small boy?

This week, as I am moody and stew as I wait (I am SO bad at waiting), I swing my mind between excitement and wonder and worried and fearful. But “be not afraid.” It is in the bible (over 300 times). JPII said it in his speeches, as a father says it to his children. So. I’m trying. And on this anniversary of his death, I will remember, harder, that we are sent. We are sent out to serve. And I will try hard to ‘be not afraid’ and to persevere in the wait and be ready to serve, all my family, whoever God brings me and when. JPII, pray for us, pray for my little guy over in Ethiopia.

>Calling all cars!

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Well, we got a much begged for update today on our boy! (Good timing, I’ve been in a ‘waiting funk’ so far this week). Apparently, he is “all boy” and loves cars! Hey, we know all about that! His big brother-to-be [Little Man, 4 yrs] LOVES cars, construction trucks, monster trucks, anything with wheels.

I see a lot of car and tracks in our future (the ones you step on in the living room, hopefully not them actually racing….!).

Let’s go get that boy home! Hop in!

ZOOM ZOOM ZOOM!
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>Archangel Gabriel, Ethiopian Icon

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The Archangel Gabriel
From an icon of the Ethiopian Orthodox Church.

This is of course, in keeping with the feast of the Annunciation today, had to put this up too, since you don’t have the annunciation without the messenger!

Now I love icons, they are called, “windows into heaven.” I haven’t seen too many icons from Ethiopia (although you can find some more and read about them here), but I did run across these and I am tickled to find Ethiopian versions. It’s especially nice to find an Archangel Gabriel who is not only depicted w/ flowing blond hair… We have a particular fondness for Gabriel, the messenger, and we hope he is watching over our boy in Ethiopia even now.

>The Feast of the Annunciation

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Today is the Solemnity of the Annunciation, (moved from March 25th, due to lent). This is the day the church celebrates the feast of the Annunciation: the Archangel Gabriel coming to Mary and the most important “yes” ever in history. Fiat. “Yes, I will.” Her consent to become the Mother of God. Read more if you like here.

As an adoptive mom, and a mom of biological kids, I tremble (with that adrenaline rush of shocked thrill and joy, but also with the ‘bigness’ of it all) each time we are presented with a child, or even when the child is “announced.” I cannot imagine how she must have trembled. And yet, she said “let it be done.” It is an awesome and fearsome responsibility, to care for a child and give them what they need – this gift from God.

We are waiting impatiently to go get our little boy. As I worry, dream, and wonder about him, this feast day resonates with me.

There are so many unknowns, is he ok, will he be ok, will he bond to us, what will make him laugh, will he be frightened and wary, will I be good enough to work through it all and do well enough by him and all our kids, what kind of cookies will he like, how soon can we get there, will the traveling work out, will he pass court, will we be able to make him smile, how will he feel in my arms, will he and his just older brother be close and laugh and wrestle, will just being there tear my heart open again and again? I stare at his pictures, imprinting his eyes, his face.

But even as all those wonders and worries float around in my head, I hear Mary’s echo from long ago: Fiat. I will. We will. Let it be done. We will love and raise this boy, our own, fiat.

>Divine Mercy Sunday

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It’s Divine Mercy Sunday. The eighth day in the octave of Easter. In our measly effort to mark the day, we are going to watch the Saint Faustina movie this afternoon and maybe try to be merciful to each other, in the little things. Just maybe, be mindful of being a tad more patient and tolerant of those irritating day to day things that happen in a family. Not so easy. There’s that line in the ‘Our Father’: “forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.” Sigh. Gets me every time. Ow. Much harder than it sounds, eh? For me, at any rate. Read more about Divine Mercy Sunday here.

>The Other Half

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Here is the other half, minus me. More presents, different bday: BooBoo, SBird, BGirl. We have birthday o’rama in this house all through the holidays!

>Half the family, first intro

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Here is a slice of life pic, Dad, Little Man, Divine Miss M, Buddy Bug, goofing off opening bday presents.

>Our Family

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Just kidding!

Really, only the people behind us in the grocery store think so…really.

I’ll post a few real pics shortly so you can get an idea of who you are reading….this one was from this years March for Life in D.C.

>To catch up

>Ok, the main impetus for me to start this blog is to keep up with the amazing and talented Ethiopian adoptive families bunch of blogs that I read all the time. Not in a ‘keeping up with the Joneses” sort of way, but rather in a “hey count me in, part of the family” sort of way!

So, here is the short version of our Ethiopian Adoption Adventure:

First, after adopting domestically three times, we figured we were done. Big family, busy, getting older…all the usual stuff. There was this book, however, way out there on my radar. This book, I knew I couldn’t read. So. I didn’t. Not for oh, a year or more. Then, finally, I did. Of course, any of you families in process already know the title: There Is No Me Without You” by Melissa Fay Greene. So, I read the book, and read parts to my husband. We both cried and it tore us up and well, we knew that just maybe, oddly enough, we were being nudged to open ourselves to another adoption. Yes, it seemed nuts, but we figured that long ago we took the stance “as many kids as God would send us, whatever manner that happened”…so we figured if it was supposed to happen, it would. Prayerfully, nervously, we started the research into Ethiopian adoption.

Now, I am a consumate, compulsive researcher. So I spent the summer researching all our options and what was out there, the agencies and experiences of so many others. Finally we decided on Gladney Adoptions and have never looked back.

We thought of adopting a boy, infant or toddler, since we had three boys but the oldest had moved off to college and out of the house, we also had three girls, closer in age, but still two boys, one teen and one young one. So, since it seemed that boys were harder to place (at least in our research) and well, we loved boys and had one who was just the right age for another brother, well, that is where we would start.

We contacted Gladney in late September, got our homestudy done w/ our earlier local agency {approved for a toddler boy 0-18 months and a sib up to age 4, either gender, if that presented} again by the end of October and were approved by Gladney in early December….when everything came to a screeching halt as our dossier was totally ready too except for that one elusive letter: the immigration approval, not so fondly known as the I-171H form. Apparently, the southern office just takes a while. We waited, and waited, and waited. For 13 weeks. Finally it came and thanks to the amazing Kate of KBS Dossiers, we went on wait list on January 28th of this year.

Then we started waiting again, closely following all the blogs of more hip and happening and cyber-savvy families. We tried to hunker down and know that we would be waiting for 3- 5 months. I hate waiting. You might think I would be good at it, having lots of kids and having adopted three times before. I am not. I am not patient, in fact, my theory is that is one reason God has sent me so many children, I am a slow learner…but I digress.

Joyfully, and to our great surprise, we got a referral for a 14 month old boy on March 14th. He is beautiful and we accepted the same day. And to our even greater shock and wonder and joy, we got a court date on the day after Easter, while driving home from a family visit to our college boy. We love Natalie!! We love Natalie’s phone calls!

So. Now we have a court date for April 17 and we are praying for first pass, even as we keep praying for all the other waiting families for court dates and passes too. This is killing us, as we see our little guy and know that he is getting bigger by the day and he just needs to come home, to his final home, with us.

So, now as we ask favors of our fellow families {thank you Lori and Ted! Thank you Albertsons! You are awesome!} we figure it’s only fair to give you our own version of our crazy wonderful life.

I know. Be happy, that’s the short version!

>So We Begin

>So, I am going to give this blog thing a shot. Yes, I know that even that phrasing tags me as middle-aged and unhip. But this blog is for me – to track the mundane and momentous changes in our crazy busy family life. So, just so I can get this up and at it, here we go. This little note is my first post…and probably the dull version of what is to come…awww.