This Stage

I don’t know why I’m surprised to find out that each adoption can be different since each of my pregnancies was different. It certainly makes sense that every time you decide to build your family it will feel different.

With Tariku I was so focused on the adoption. By that I mean the paperwork, the waiting, the paperwork, the waiting and the dreaming. It wasn’t until hindsight showed me just how inadequate the time I spent focusing on parenting another child was. I think that’s why it took a few days/weeks for it to hit me “Holy junk, we have another child, when did that happen?”

And then I entered what I lovingly refer to as the “Did we just f-up our lives?” stage. To be fair, I had it with Dailah, Tariku and now I’m already there with the boys.

I think this is honestly a good place to be. This adoption went so smoothly and quickly I didn’t have a chance to worry about the adoption part for too long. The whole time I’ve been preparing myself for two more boys instead of preparing myself for more paperwork, etc.

Yesterday I cleaned the house and for the couple hours it took to finish the task, the kids played outside the whole time. There was no fighting, no tattling, nothing. And that’s when I remembered I’m going to go shake up this sunny world I’ve got going for me.

Please understand, I’m beyond excited to see the boys. If our agency called me today and said, “Psych-you get to leave tomorrow”, I’d say “Peace out Quad Cities, I’m pickin up my boys!” I’m that excited about them and about our new family dynamics once they get there.

But I’m super realistic this time around. I know it will be hard at first. Hard for us, hard for them, hard for our other 3. For an undetermined amount of time I might be swimming in this “what did we just do” stage.

And that’s ok.

Because I know in an also undetermined amount of time we’ll be in the “This is better than I could’ve dreamed” stage.

So, like I’ve told a few people, I’m just ready to go. To get it started already. My anxiety is killing me with all of this time to imagine every worst (and some best) case scenarios.

2 weeks from tomorrow ladies and gents and I haven’t packed a thing. But I have made lists. Lots and lots of lists (I do believe we’re up to 10) so that’s something.

Tomorrow my goal is to condense them down to 6 or 8. Doable?

Thank You, Chuck Norris

On Thursday I called Zach to tell him I just saw a sign that announced Chuck Norris was coming to town to stump for a political candidate. Didn’t really care about the candidate, only cared that Chuck Norris was going to be within reach and that we had the chance to thank him for his work in such notable films as Way of the Dragon.

I also thought someone needed to thank him for his moooostache (as you’ll see in this video, Norris’ facial hair deserves special recognition).

And all the camp counselors had just came into town.

So this is what happens when my husband decides to make something happen. Watch the video, Zach is the lead guy screaming, in the tan hat front and center. I’m not sure I could love him more after watching this. (I mean, please, he almost round house kicks Chuck Norris!)

As a side note, no one at Camp Abe Lincoln/YMCA is associated or endorsing Bob Vander Plaats, just wanted to reiterate that.

An Early Birthday Surprise

So my friend Chrissy is arguably more excited about my birthday (Saturday) than I am. Yesterday morning she brought some jelly beans to one of my classes with a little “Happy Birthday week!” Whether you believe it’s someone’s aura or vibe or whatever, Ms. Chrissy is rockin’ a pretty sweet one. To know her is to love her because she reeks of sweetness and love. If I could change one thing about myself it would be to do more randomly nice things. I have friends like Chrissy who remember that I told them 4 months ago that I like purple eyeshadow (as an example) and next time they see purple eyeshadow they buy it for me. I cry nearly every time I receive one of these well thought out gifts, no matter the actual cost-or lack thereof.

Chrissy is far left here.

So a few weeks ago I got an email telling me about the partnership between charity: water and TOMS (two of my favs, if you’ve been here for awhile). There were 2 pairs of shoes that some of the proceeds would be going to building freshwater wells AND still delivering that “One for One” promise. But there was one pair, it had a map of one of my favorite continents. I wanted them, really badly.

But we’re in the middle of an adoption which means I wouldn’t even be able to sneeze if it cost money. Truly. So I kind of mourned these awesome pair of shoes that would surely be gone by the time we could afford it.

And then at my last class last night Chrissy walks in with a huge box. And inside?

As emotional as I am lately (and always) of course I cried. What a sweet, sweet gift. And really? It was just too much, which is what I love about Chrissy, she is too much in every great way.

Oh and there’s this little favorite part too. Where we’ll be heading 3 weeks from today!!!

And another really cool part is the inside of these. Check out the jerry cans.

Going to try to be a little more like my Chrissy every day and you probably should too. 🙂