27 February 2012

going batty

Wilson had a special cub scout event yesterday. It was at Oxbow Meadows; we've been through there many times on the River Trail, but hadn't ever gone inside. Anyway, his den leader had arranged for the boys to build bat boxes.  I think Home Depot donated the materials so each scout could build a bat box... of course, it was a Daddy-work-day, so I had to assist with the build.  Well, some other dads came and helped too...

He looks like a pro with the caulk gun, huh?
He had to "rough up" the inside of the bat box some, so the bats could use their little claws to climb around. I am pretty sure Walker is barking some orders to Wilson in this picture...
We didn't bring Daddy's drill so there was a fair amount of elbow grease involved, especially with the short-handled-screwdriver Wilson chose. Thankfully, someone pre-drilled the holes for us...
and here he is with his finished bat box. it was too big of a bother to actually look at the camera... ;)
and the whole cute den. love that they pose with the caulk guns like they are weapons. 


It was a lovely day. The boys and I spent some time looking around the center after the build. We found one aquarium FULL of tiny turtles. Then we stayed and watched the turtles at the outside water feature for awhile too. I think Wilson counted 17 turtles. It was peaceful and slow-paced and exactly what we needed yesterday. It was a bummer Daddy had to work.

26 February 2012

brokenness aside

yesterday was not a good day.

 it was hard.

 babies did not nap. when they did fall asleep, a little cough woke them up. a dog collar shaking would startle. shutting the baby gate was like firing off a round.

sleep would not come for them at our home yesterday.

brad and i felt powerless to be of any comfort or help. we were short with one another and harsh with the bigger boys. feelings were hurt.

it wasn't pretty.

somehow, the babies were rather happy and energetic by the end of the day. big boys chased and giggled and peek-a-booed. we packed up to head to the foster home.

driving 15 mph in our neighborhood, we hit a black lab.

i saw her just before we hit.

babies screamed. big boys whispered about what had happened from the far-back seat.

dog owner jumped out of the vehicle behind us as the dog ran behind houses. he cursed at her stupidity.

babies screamed on. big boys kept whispering. daddy checked the bumper.

dog owner jumped back into his vehicle and sped off.  no idea where that black lab ran off to.  we had to file a report at the MP station.

as we drove across post to the MP station, I had to call to let the foster parents know we'd be later than planned.  babies babbled while i talked on the phone.

the car was quiet... this song came on the radio. the words wrapped around me.

i thought of our {not-yet-ours} babies riding in our car; of other babies waiting for forever families.  i wondered about the the family that owned this stupid dog, and the hard choices that they might be making.  thoughts wandered to my friend who had to say good-bye to her deploying husband last night. my eyes welled. there is so much brokenness.




and somehow, He takes brokenness aside and makes it beautiful. it is a mystery to me. i am captivated. even in the middle of hard.

17 February 2012

the view from here

Wow. 

Such a little word, that could mean so many things.  We've been matched!  Faithful God has overwhelmed us with the surprise of TWIN one-year-olds.  Never would I have predicted this one.  Never.

Y'all, I've got so many directions that I could go with this story.  But not nearly the time to do any of that well.  I've got a long to-do list.  ;)

I know that many of you pray for our family and might be wondering how you can do that well right now.  So I want to at least fill you in on a few of the details.  We were matched in mid-January.  It didn't seem right to put it out there right away... I'm sure you've heard some of the same horror stories I have when it comes to adopting from foster care.  It might've been fear that kept us from blabbing the news all willy-nilly.

Or it might've been wisdom; giving ourselves time to settle in to the idea before inviting all of the "OH MY WORD! CAN YOU REALLY HANDLE TWINS?" types-of-questions.  (You know you've got a list, right?)

Nonetheless, the word is out.  Twin boys.  Yes indeed.

But the process is far from over.  And because of that, I will not be publicly posting their names or faces anywhere.  But I will tell you this - their faces?  They are scrumptious.  As are their toes.  Which I might post a picture of soon.:)

So the rundown.  We've met them.  All of us.  And the big brothers approve.  The big dog is still unsettled about the baby gate.  They've been to our house a few times (which is why we have a baby gate!)  They are in the greatest possible foster home.  They have been loved well by a family that has known they would be going on to a forever family someday.  We are so grateful.  Words fail to describe the importance of this foster family in this scenario.  Invaluable is understating it.

Moving forward, we'll continue with daytime visits 3x weekly.  I do not know how long this schedule will last.  It might be awhile.  Your prayers are greatly appreciated during this transitional time.  Originally the target date was the end of February for them to be home.

However, there are circumstances outside of our case that are preventing forward progress.  I call it "fallen world frailty."  Satan would like to call it victory.  But I am no fool, and I do not believe those lies.  I know our God is creating something beautiful even in this carved-out pause.  He is amazing like that. Always.


In the meantime, I'm enjoying this new view. 
We're celebrating the little things.  Like happy giggles when the big yellow buses bring big brothers home.  And open arms when Daddy walks through the doorway.  We're savoring the smell of baby lotion, and buying stock in Huggies.  We are reveling in the fact that mommy has two eyes, a nose, and a mouth.   

We are breathing deeply of the place where God has led us, slowed down enough to really let it rest in our souls.  Trusting Him to surprise us with the way He works out details that threaten to overwhelm. We are walking with Him, day by day.  Believing His promises to be solid and unwavering.

I shouldn't be the least bit surprised that my Bible study led me to this passage, this week...
"A Father for the fatherless and a judge for the widows, is God in His holy habitation.  God makes a home for the lonely; He leads out the prisoners into prosperity, only the rebellious dwell in a parched land."  
Psalm 68:5-6