Monday, December 15, 2008

Dr. Clive

Clive has set up a table in the hallway and is charging 25cents for questions. I heard him telling his brothers and sisters that you have to be really smart to set up a table like this.

The first questions posed to him was, "What is the best song in the world?"

Clive: Well, I can't tell you the best song in the world, but I can tell you that the best songs are by Elvis, especially the one about the Blue Shoes.

Then, Jacob set up a similar table asking 50 cents for questions about the United States, particularly the Mid-Atlantic, Southern, and New England ones because that's all he's covered so far in in Geography. He soon lowered his rates to 25 cents because Clive was still getting all the business.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Growth Charts

Nia was weighed at the pediatrician last December 2007. Since then, she has gained 22 pounds and grown 6 inches. I double checked the numbers. Staggering, huh? Good nutrition and a loving family, not to mention getting rid of pesky parasites, can cause a young girl to gain 22 pounds in one year. And growing 6 inches?? I have plants that don't grow like that even when they're eating Miracle Grow.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Welcome Back - Anyone

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Funny, funny, funny. Everytime I come arrive at the Nashville airport I can't help but think of when we brought the girls home from China/Liberia. The love we felt from our friends and family who were at the airport, screaming/crying/yelling/cheering....was overwhelming. We are loved well by our friends.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Birthday Pics

Nia's friends brought their favorite doll for her Birthday Tea Party.

On the menu was triangle-shaped PBJ, cream-cheese sandwiches, and Fairy Fudge. We let the girls decorate their white cupcakes with M&Ms and sprinkles. The frosting was a big hit.
Next time I think I'll just frost some styrofoam balls and skip the cake.

Monday, November 10, 2008

It's Been A Year

A year ago, Matt and I were flying home from Liberia, West Africa, with our newest daughter, Nia. Looking back, the courage that it took her to leave with this white couple on an airplane must have tied her insides in knots. She didn't talk much then. Just nods or shakes. I remember when the plane took off from balmy Monrovia her knuckles were white from griping the arm rests. Same thing when she rode an escalator for the first time in Brussels.

I remember waking up on the plane to see her changing clothes (fully) at her seat beside me. No worries or concerns about anyone looking. I also remember her flushing a toilet and jumping back to make sure it didn't take her down, too. And the mounds of red pepper she would put on her food would make a grown man cry.

It's been a long, hard year for both Nia and our family. We've all had adjustments to make. Her tantrums are less frequent and don't last as long. After 9 months she finally started saying she loves me when I tuck her in. She says she's sorry and asks for forgiveness now. She's much more kind to her siblings and doesn't treat them like servants or enemies. For me, I've realized the depth of my anger is scary. I've learned to call on God daily, sometimes hourly, for help in raising this child He has entrusted to us. I've learned to get control of my anger more, to reach out and hug a child when everything in me wants to turn around and walk away because of her behavior.

Last winter Clive wanted to send Nia back because she really wasn't any fun, and was actually pretty mean to her siblings. Now he loves her and enjoys his time playing with her. In fact, they're pretty tight.

We're all still in process. It's still a long road ahead. But we're marking our first year with feelings of victory and progress.

The other day at Costo Nia was filling up our cups with water, you know the water button that's part of the lemonade button on those soda dispensers. Like when you get to do your own refill. Anyways, after she finished filling the cups, she promptly washed her hands under that same running water, right there next to the Sprite and Coke. Then shook the water off right there in the drain. The people behind us were speechless. I just prayed for her to say something loud in her accent so they'd have grace.

Some things haven't changed that much. :- )

Monday, October 27, 2008

Sleeping on the Job

Isn't this a great picture of what we all desire to do when work, parenting and life gets crazy? Rest, or in Isabel's case- knocked out. I wish I could do this everyday at work around 1:30pm. The funny thing with Isabel is this picture is not her true self. She and Angel had special mommy/daughter time yesterday, and Isabel talked for the first 45 min. Angel finally told Isabel to take a break from talking, and Isabel promptly said, "but mommy, I can't stop talking."

Sunday, October 19, 2008

When Clive Grows Up

When Clive (7.5 yrs) grows up, he wants to be any of the following:

1. Astronaut.
2. Baker.
3. Mailman.
4. Serve popcorn in a movie theater.
5. Own a fish store, as in pet fish.

I tried to add a picture, but had trouble uploading. See August 6, 2008 for a reference.