Thursday, December 10, 2009
Tired and all!
My wonderful husband cleaned our carpets today. Yeah, but it left us with only one option for dinner since they were still wet. Going out! When it was just the three of us, we used to love eating out, but not so much since our family expanded. Initially, it was the screaming. Poor little guys didn't know what to do in a high chair or even in public places. As they grew, our frustrations grew too- rarely did I eat hot food; Rex and I spent the majority of the meal trying to convince them to use their inside voices, stay in their seats, don't throw food, encouraging them not to yell, punch, bite, scream, write on the tables or throw a one of their famous tantrums. Not to mention the countless time outs and trips to the bathroom (before we were even potty trained)and being their own personal jungle gym waller, waller, waller. When possible, Shayne and our precious Kristen & Phillip often opt to sit in another booth. I think maybe they were embarrased and who could blame them. Yep, there have been plenty of stares most every meal in public for the last three years. I know, I'm setting the scene, but I want you to truly appreciate how exciting it was for us tonight. It had been a pleasurable night. We ate our dinner and our children were actually good- Shayne even commented that they are acting alot better lately. We laughed, and talked, stabbed rolls and played peanut darts. Rex and I enjoyed the glimmer of hope. And then, our waitress came over to check on us. She looked at me and said "You look really tired, are you okay?" Trying not to take that personally, only because I am really tired. I can tell you the exact minute I became tired and I've been tired ever since (it was 10/23/06 5:30 pm) So to try to explain my constant drooping, dark encircled eyes I joked that I was tired because I was 40 (something) and raising small children. And then, she said it- some of the sweetest words I've heard in years- are you ready- she said "they are so well mannered." WOOAH- a perfect stranger thinks my precious boys are well mannered. (I'm pretty sure she hadn't seen the bread with bullet holes) anyway, I think that took 3 years off my face. Our friends are obligated to encourage us with sweet words but strangers- no commitment there, she must have meant it. She walked off, not having any idea what our lives were like or how much work we've put into getting them to sit in their seats for an hour. Or did she? She came back a bit later and asked if we got the boys at birth? I explained our story beaming a little (well alot) at the part of our adoption being final recently and then she shook her head and said I know. ??? then she told me she understood; she had given her son up for adoption 4 years ago. My heart sank because as a mom who has given birth and a mom who has fought to protect and keep as my own, I understood. I understood how much she must love him. I understood what a precious gift she gave to a family like ours. She gave more than birth to her son, she gave him a family. She smiled, said he was with a great family and it was a good decision. I looked at my three boys- I wouldn't have it any other way- looking tired and all.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Boys will be... unpredictable!
Just when you think your children can't surprise you, they do. We were having a typical dinner tonight, going through our family dinner question- "what was the best part of your day" Each of the boys had their turn answering; and since the mood was fairly pleasant tonight Rex and I decided to try and have some adult conversation while the kids finished their spaghetti- cooked by big brother Shayne who had already excused himself from the table. It had been a pretty good day- no potty accidents at school, no melt-downs, to my knowledge no notes home from the pre-school teachers telling us what we know already about our boys' behaviors. Then, we noticed that Isaiah had a strange look on his face. It was is same time Elijah proclaimed, oooh, Isaiah don't... and then it happened! Isaiah pee-peed across the dinner table. Rex and I was not sure it really happened at first- we looked at each other in shock. The only person more shocked was Isaiah. I would love to know what was going through that little brain of his. We decided it was okay to laugh- only after he left the room to take care of buisness in the privacy of our bathroom. What do you do in situations like this? Other than the obvious- teaching your 3 year old that it isn't okay to pee-pee at the table; you buy new butter :)
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
It was supposed to be fun. The recipe said so. Tacos in a bag. My kids love tacos and how fun to eat them out of a bag. I bought the ingredients weeks ago and tonight was the night. Quick and Easy. One problem- the warm frito's bag with yummy taco meat and melting cheese totally freaked my boys out. Isaiah lost it with big tears and loud sobs proclaiming I don't want the scary chips, I don't want the scary chips. Elijah looked at the bag like it would reach out and grab him. There was no reasoning with them; they didn't care that mommy didn't have big taco "hells" to put their meatballs into. Bottom line there was no way my boys were eating out of the Fritos bag. So, like any desperate mom I came up with a plan. Dump the scary chips in a bowl- and all fear is gone. Go figure. One lesson learned- fun and easy- isn't always.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
November 21, 2009 was a day never to be forgotten. 3 years+ and we finally became a family of five. Elijah and Isaiah came to us, by way of emergency removal from their biological home Oct 23, 2006. Many nights we sat by their cribs and cried, and prayed. And many days we feared they would be taken away and returned to that same home they were taken from. Do the boys understand how important this day was? Don't know for sure. Isaiah the week prior kept announcing "we're getting dedopted and having a party" and Elijah woke up the morning after and said, "that judge lasterday made us your ever boys" Yes he did. Never in a million years would I have pictured this as part of God's plan for our lives, but I am so thankful that His ways are not my own, and are better. A day shared with family and friends who have prayed with us and encouraged us; some even questioned us along the way. Definitely a one of a lifetime day.
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