Monday, July 21, 2014

Happy sappy.

Some of you know that Brynn has some bruises on her heart due to someone else's words about what her family is/isn't supposed to look like and about what does/doesn't make someone "family".  There have been times in the not-so-distant past, that Brynn has shared her OWN feelings about her OWN adoption, and someone has dismissed them as true. ANGRY WORDS.  I have watched my little girl sob over an adult's choice to tell her what can't be true of her own family.

Enter Brynn's BFF.

This weekend, they sat with little tiny teacups and washable markers and I heard her innocently ask, "How come you don't have a brown family?"

Knowing it's a sensitive subject for Brynn, I held my breath for half a heartbeat.
I do.

Wanna see?

She ran and got her pictures. I don't think she's ever shown them to anyone else!
They studied each and every one together.

Sweet inquiries, honest answers.
No, I don't get to see them, but...
"But they're still your parents! So you have two sets of parents!"

YES, BFF! YES!

The 7-yr-old... she gets it. Two sets of parents. 

Right, Mama?
RIGHT, BRYNNIE.

And this is how attachment works...
Her heart. Someone believed her, and it was happy. Someone was receptive and considerate, and her heart was safe. 
And because her heart was happy and because it was safe, she was snuggled up to me all night long. She was giddy and leaking more sporadic  "I love you's" than usual. Because she was happy and safe.

And because we were giddy and happy and safe, we had a girls night. And because it was a girls night, against my better judgement, I finally let her watch Chicago. She knows most of the soundtrack anyway, and I know it well enough to MUTE at the appropriate times. So we sang and we ate dinner downstairs and we had jazz hands all over the place. 

All because BFF gets it. 
Thank you, Sweet K! We love you!!



Friday, July 18, 2014

BEFORE AND AFTER: The BOYS' room! (squee!)

Remember forever and a day ago when I was doing the 'Before and After' of our house renovation?? And then they just stopped? Because we stopped. Time, money, life, yada yada.

Well, I showed everyone's bedroom B&A except for Cale's. That was because we never finished- mostly because we (Cale and I) would stand in the middle of the room looking around with zero ideas on where it was going.



BEFORE:
The day we moved in. AG set up camp briefly while we moved stuff into her room.




^ Look how little!!

We definitely did removed those mirrored sliding closet doors right off the bat, but re-purposed them elsewhere (guess I'll finish up those B&A's on the rest of the house at some point...).  They just didn't scream "Cale" to me.

He wanted "blue walls and boy stuff".  He picked his paint and we moved in his queen size bed, dresser, a few of his favorite things, and not much else.

The room went through a few minor transitions in the last year and a half. When we started the process to become foster parents, we knew we'd need another bed- and C wanted nothing more than to share his room with somebody (kinda how this whole convo got started, actually...).
So we sold the queen sized bed and bought bunkbeds. We split the beds because giving our kids something tall to jump off of is like setting a cake in front of them and telling them they can't touch it. As soon as we put the beds in there I said, "This looks like camp!" 

BOOM. CAMP BUNKS. CAMP WEST.

(Clearly missing my husband and now talking like him. Not cool at all, actually. Love you, West!)

AFTER:







We are still using the small dresser, {igoring that Cale had scratched his sister's name in it with a nail... ahem.  Scratched dressers still hold clothes.}, the oar was in the garage when we moved in, but Cale and I added a little color. The deer print was made by one of our RR Family Warriors who is helping bring Roman home.  Pretty neat to have that little touch in there! I got the lamp shade from a lady on Varage Sale and the base at GW. C keeps his army men in the little blue pail.


Cale's side!
I bought the big letters, painted and distressed them.
The fishing rods belonged to Nathan's grandfather. The car print was actually a set of placemats that my grandfather gave to Cale a few years ago. We couldn't decide what to do with them, so I'm framed one for the wall. The antlers were Nathan and he has wanted them to hang in our house for 11 years- ha. Finally had a good spot!The red "toybox" was a white chest Nathan's parents gave to me before we married. And C always keep the Air Force blanket Nathan brought home from his deployment on the end of his bed.


Love the difference in their shoe sizes! Funny- considering they are four months apart in age.


Roman's side! (It's still a little Cale-heavy on the details, but once Roman is home we will add his own!)




The little red side table belonged to Nathan's great aunt; we painted it red.
The "first aid" box (C did the stenciling...) holds the 121 Hot Wheels. That's not a guesstimate. He knows EXACTLY how many are in that box.

The shelf is made from wood from their old swingset (if you'll remember, that is sprinkled throughout the house). It mostly holds trophies and trinkets so far. Cale chose to hang his two favorite shirts before there were any adoption plans- his "Airman's Little Man" shirt that he used to wear ALL the time, and his first "jersey".

I painted the little blocks on the right. Just because.


Layla painted this picture of a campsite and they decided it would be perfect over Roman's bed. I agree!


Six buckets (three each) helped organize the closet and make use of the space. 
That about does it! Blue and boy stuff! CAMP WEST :)


Cannot wait for these brothers to share this room!
I know at least one 7-year-old is even more excited than I am.

Early last week, we sent one last care package to RJZ. It should arrive just before we do.




I cannot for the life of me get that picture to rotate.


Since we opted not to send the photobook last time (I will just take it to China with me.), we sent a small photo album of our family this time and a translated note in the back. Hopefully, he will have a few days to study our faces! 
We also sent a couple of Hot Wheels, a cap, pictures the girls drew, hard candy and stickers to share with his foster siblings, and a recordable frog. 

Cale said I love you, brother! in Mandarin and then we said We love you, NingNing (his nickname) in English! It's sort of precious and I hope he loves it. 






Since we got our approval from China last week, things have been moving at lightening speed (finally! And ya'll, again I say, our SW is the best!). It's been crazy trying to crank out the next steps as quickly as possible, but we are doing it. Our i800 was approved quickly and forwarded to China. We have gotten the needed paperwork from the NVC (National Visa Center) and the next step should be dropped off in China early next week! It will be picked up 48 hours later (expedited) and then we are officially waiting on Travel Approval! LOUD NOISES!

Travel approval can be a little unpredictable (not my favorite thing these days: unpredictable waiting times. I kinda feel like we've paid our dues there.), but still... it's the end! We are CLOSE!
And his room is ready and waiting. Whoop.




Thursday, July 17, 2014

Some of my favorite reasons for being me.

"Did you know that you're my favorite mom ever, even when you aren't trying really hard?"


Child taps me on the shoulder during the $1 Summer movie... I lean over, child hands me tooth and resumes watching movie.


Little child creates unclean diaper (or lack thereof) situation. Older children jump and say, "How can I help you?"


No alarm needed. Woke up to a child standing over me belting out, "High on a hill lived a lonely goatherd!", which somehow transitioned seamlessly into Taylor Swift's "Trouble". (Give you one guess...).


"Me and Layla are like... our own kind of weird. We like each other like that."


A little girl singing herself to sleep. The Cupid Shuffle, her own kind of lullaby.


"For the love of peace!" (I say for the love of Pete.)


The little peach has become exhaustingly fiercely independent. She also walks around to e.v.e.r.y.o.n.e. saying, "Hi! How are you?! Good good."


"If I grow up, and get a big truck, you can take a picture of me leaning up against if you want."


"{Sobbing} I can't go to sleep unless I feel safe! I can't feel safe unless I feel your heart on mine and there's a sister on my right! {Stops sobbing.} Wait, is that my right or my left?"


I flubbed our quick in-and-out at the grocery and forget to get snacks Brynn could take to her summer dance intensive.  I sent her with NO SNACK, but change to get a Z Bar out of the machine at snack time. She got her Z Bar, but also came home with four other snacks that were given to her.
"How did that happen?"
I have no opinion on that.
"Do you know what that means?"
No, ma'am. I do not. And I don't have an opinion on that either.


"I can't control my anger. I only feel calm when you give me my legos back and maybe get some popsicles."

At the beach, we taught the kids to give the "I'm okay." signal that scuba divers use (as we were both advanced divers in our past life, B.K. before kids). That way if they got knocked down by a wave orwhathaveyou, they would look up to us and signal that they were okay.  AG caught on quick (though let it be known there was a never a reason for her to give us the signal from afar, she's just mimmicks everything), and she now uses the signal every time the phrase "okay" is used. Time for bath, okay? SIGNAL: OKAY! Is it okay if we read this book? SIGNAL: OKAY!
Comical.

And if you get hurt, she will ask, "Are you okay, baby?" SIGNAL: OKAY?! OKAY?!

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And some other things I forgot to say before... My inner name nerd let me down in all the excitement.
Worth mentioning: Roman, in french, means novel. Fitting, no? Also, Jude = praise. Um... yes.
Zheng means boy, ha. Praise for this boy's story!

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