Things To Come?

Today Jody and 2 of her boys came over for some lunch. The boys went crazy in this warm weather, running outside in a matter of seconds. We have horses out here at camp, that are about 1/2 a mile from our house, all on our property, far away from roads and whatnot. I’ve never told Trysten specifically NOT to go there, because it’s so dang far I never thought it a possibility. But apparently it is. The Three Blondes decided it sounded like a good idea.

I’ve been picking up (nesting) and finding toys in the most random places (in my bed, anyone?) Can’t help but laugh every time I do it.

I think I’ve had it fairly easy with one little boy. I can have an eye on him all the time, he doesn’t get away with much (especially with a sister so good at tattling). In just a few short weeks, I’ll be outnumbered BIG TIME. It only scares me a little, it excites me so very much.

It’s Called "Nesting" Folks…

and that’s exactly what is going on right now with me! If Zach so much as misplaces his finger I might just throw it out. Everything has it’s place, right? I don’t remember nesting when I was pregnant, probably because I was too big to move. I primarily sat on the edge of my bed and made the noises that we beached whales make. So this is all new for me. I kinda dig it, I’m not going to lie. This place has never looked better (and it has NOTHING to do with the fact that we just moved in to most of it a few days ago). Now if only I could get myself to nest about myself…i.e. new hair color, new cut, you know those kinds of things.

So today I was depositing money in the bank (thanks to my cousins Kelsie and Neil and mom and dad for giving us some money toward the trip, we love you!) I was making small talk with the banker who I know a bit because he was our notary for our dossier documents. I also try to make it a habit to get to know the people who know how much money we have in our bank account (not much FYI) so that they start to feel bad if they laugh at us once the car pulls away. Anywho, he asks how our Easter was. I say it was great, how was yours? Trysten from the peanut gallery says,

“Mom, tell him that Jesus rose from the dead.”
“He knows, Trysten.”
“How does he know, mommy?”
“Because I’ve talked to him about it before.” (That’s a lie)
“You have?”
“Yes” (No)
“Ok, well what if he forgot?”
“He didn’t.”
“How do you know, mom?”
“Because you haven’t forgotten, so he hasn’t either.”
“That makes sense mom, it’s hard to forget that a guy rose from the dead, it’s kind of gross.”
“Yeah kind of gross in a beautiful way honey, quiet time now.”

Cue the “Bringing Sexy Back.”

Whew, I know I always wanted children to challenge me in all kinds of ways but seriously. I know all the other Christians are hating on me because I didn’t take this moment to evangelize but I’m hoping he can see I’m a Jesus lover by my bank account. I’m trying to get as close to the poor as I can here. 🙂

P.S. 9 MORE DAYS!!!!!

Happy Easter

So you can see the perfunctory Easter pictures of the kids here. I’m not going to lie to you, I have some cute kids on my hands. It was a lot of fun dressing them both up. I even had a little suit for Tariku but it remained empty, hanging on his side of the closet. Well there’s always next year! So enjoy those pictures. A few of these were compliments of Trysten himself, he’s shaping up to be quite the photographer! Happy Easter!

God’s Just Showing Off

That’s what Zach said about this adoption process yesterday. For so long we felt like God wasn’t answering our prayers. Or rather, that He wasn’t answering them how WE wanted Him to. 🙂 Our court date was late, our travel date was late, etc, etc.

Yesterday Zach was sitting at a coffee shop and saw a group of people who he thought might be Ethiopian. They were speaking a language that sounded like Amharic (my amazing husband has been learning as much as he can) so he asked one of them where they were from. They said Eritrea (country boarding Ethiopia) and Ethiopia. Zach went on to talk to him and his family. The woman with him was apparently getting her citizenship that day and they were celebrating. Zach gave them our number and address, they were open to a relationship where we could learn more about the country and culture.

Mrs. Baker and I have been talking to one another about this adoption for awhile. Her family is picking up their little guy this week in Ethiopia. She has been such a comfort to me and her family has been such a Godsend, there are absolutely no words to describe it. I feel like God has given me our relationship as a reward for my “patience” (as most of you know, that word has to be in quotes as I’ve not necessarily been the picture of patience, but whatever, I’m here aren’t I?)

It’s so amazing to me how sometimes I feel like Tariku has been a part of our lives for so long and then other times I look at his picture and think, “I can’t believe that little guy will be part of our family in such a short time.” Right now I can only imagine what it will be like when he’s home. Yet I do embrace what life is like without him here.

Tonight a few of our friends came over for dinner. I was able to put Dailah down with no problem, and then Trysten. We were able to enjoy dinner and a few drinks as adults, without the kids around. It was great. I got a few “Your kids are so well behaved” comments and sat back in my state of blissful momhood.

It’s crazy to want to throw another in the mix isn’t it? To want to take this momhood mold I’ve made and take a rolling pin to it, pound it out with my fist so it’s nice and flat and then squish it up between my fingers to change the shape altogether. That’s crazy, right? Call me crazy but I want to throw in a few different ingredients to see what kind of goodness I can come up with. That’s what’s going to happen in just 11 days. In less than 2 weeks, I’ll get to feel that little boy in my arms. Oh how they ache with anticipation right now.


I’m feeling ever so slightly better. After a few rounds of antibiotics, I think I’ll make it. This actually came at a good time seeings it made me just sit down and not do anything for awhile. It was perfect, really. Now once I feel back to myself again it’ll be time to pack and head to Ethiopia. Good timing, God. Nice work.

Good Friday. Well this day stirs up a whole lot of emotions in this gal. I am ever so thankful to be blessed as I am. Once I’m not on medicine that clouds my thinking I’ll be happy to share my thoughts with you all.

Until then, 12 more days. Yipeee!!

I Got the Sinusitis

Last night the sinusitis (heinous sinus infection) hit me like a Mack Truck. Not impressed, I am not impressed. After a day full of watching cartoons (for the kids) and Zach being the best husband ever, I am hoping tomorrow will be a better day. No promises though.

Steak and Shake burger is on the way from the aforementioned best husband ever. I’ve heard those can do major damage on sinus bugs hell bent on making you wish for a sweet, sweet death. I’ll keep you posted on that.

Less Than 2 Weeks

Yep, it’s officially past 11am so I can say we have less than 2 weeks until we are on a plane. That is so exciting. I’ve “met” a few other families who will be traveling with us and I hazard a guess that we’ll get along swimmingly.

It was a beautiful day today. I have pictures of the kiddos outside. It felt so good to get out there and not worry about coats, hats and mittens. I hope it’s just the beginning of a loooong, warm, spring ahead!

I got to go to another girls night tonight. It was so much fun. I can’t tell you how good it feels to do that once in awhile. How nice it is to have a night with smart, hysterical, beautiful women where the conversation is easy and effortless. I think I could become addicted to that!

I booked our tickets today. Spent multiple thousands of dollars on that. For some reason Zach always refers to things that might hurt him, whether it be physically, mentally or emotionally; “That made my balls hurt”. Now I can’t say I know exactly what he means, I realize it doubtfully means literally but perhaps once in awhile it does. Anywho, when I told him how much it was, that was his exclamation. I think this was the first time I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Cuz I’m Leavin On A Jet Plane"!!!!!

Can’t hardly believe it myself. April 2nd we will be boarding a flight right here in good ole’ Moline, Illinois to go pick up our 3rd child. A little boy, 3 years old, cute as a button with a personality (I’m sure) to match. Very awesome.

Seems surreal at this point, to be quite honest. We’ve been waiting for this day for 19 weeks. In some respects it’s gone by so completely fast, but in others it’s been soo, so, so so so long. Thanks for sharing all of that with us!

2 weeks. 2 weeks, can you believe it? Zach popped open his 15-year-old Glenlivet in celebration (thanks Frank and Emily) and I uncorked (ok, who am I kidding, it was already uncorked) a 1-year-old Barefoot Merlot. Sheer class.

On that really, really, good note. We are busy bringing the rest of our furniture upstairs. Did I mention the carpet is down? Sweet arse is all it is.

What Would I Do?

without Dailah? I was putting Trysten in time-out for a slight indiscretion and Dailah went right up to him, shook her finger at him, “No, TT, ba (bad) TT”. She left that boy in the corner with her hands on her hips and her bottom lipped turned out.

I think he appreciates her very much. Especially since I always know if he has something to do with her distress. The amount at which she is pointing at him and saying, “TT” while wailing shows me just how bad he’s been. Poor kid can’t get away with anything.

Songs Of My Life?

Does anyone else often hear music throughout their day? I swear I have theme music for my life all day every day. It changes with my moods, etc. If I see someone I think to be a bad influence, they get the typical “bad guy score” and so on. Today was a good day for theme music. Since we saw our names as Tariku’s parents its been one good song after another. I’m very thankful for that. I’m thinking tomorrow I’ll be singing that little diddy, “Leaving on a jet plane” circa Ben Afleck in that one movie with Liv Tyler.

On that note, I’m watching Dancing with the Stars and Bruno just made a “She banged” reference. That’s just weird.