tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44225054212747706682024-03-13T22:48:01.781-05:00Faddis Family FunpageJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.comBlogger343125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-1265079124465621672014-01-28T21:41:00.000-06:002014-01-28T21:41:44.219-06:00Be StillI've never been really good at that. Being still. Oh don't get me wrong. I can veg with the best of them. Blanket, check. Jammies, check. Snack, check. Movie, check. :) Lance and I "talk" almost every Saturday that we don't have anything on the schedule. He wants to get busy doing some kind of work at the farm, and I want to sit on the couch and not have to be on the go. It always ends in a compromise and a discussion again of our expectations of our "days off."<br />
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I love to sit and watch a movie or read a book or play a game with the kids. But that's not the kind of still that I'm talking about. "Be still and know that I am your God." Psalm 46:10 "The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still." Exodus 14:14<br />
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Sitting back and letting God fight for me is one of the hardest things I struggle with in life. I am a doer. Definitely a take-charge kind of person. Just sitting back and doing nothing goes against every grain in my being. And I know. I can read your mind right now. "Being still doesn't mean that we do nothing." I get that. I really do. But when it comes right down to it, do I trust God to do it the right way. I know that I can do it, whatever it is, better.<br />
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Our adoption journey has <i>almost </i>broken me of that mentality. My first instinct is still to jump first, think later. But more times than not lately, it has just been my initial thought. Then my actions line up with God's will and I put the brakes on and trust Him to handle whatever the situation is. It is sooooo hard. I don't think it ever <i>won't </i>be sooooo hard.<br />
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There were several events in mine and Lance's early years that brought us to a crossroads where we either had to be still and trust that God was going to fight for us, or take matters into our hands. It has never been easy for me to give up control. But all of those events added up don't begin to equal all the events of the past 4 years of our adoption journey that have challenged my instinct to fight.<br />
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When you answer the call to international adoption, you give up all control. There is absolutely NO parts in the process in which you have control. You are constantly at someone else's mercy. From the US government to schedule times for you to get fingerprinted, to adoption agencies scheduling home studies, to translators being able to work you in to translate your dossier, to the Haitian social services and the black hole that that is, to the orphanage telling you when you can come visit your child, to the Haitian courts legally declaring your child is yours, back to the US government issuing VISAs and passports. Let me assure you; that is an abbreviated list.<br />
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We adoptive parents often question, why? Why, God, is it taking so long? Why, God, is our child still in an orphanage? Why, God, did he have another birthday without us? So many questions that seemingly never get answered. But God has taught me so much through the questions. Every step we have gone through, God has fought for us. And we have learned to trust Him and His timing. I have heard all of my Christian life that "God's timing is not our timing." Such a trite saying at times, but oh so true. And knowing that heavenly timelines are not earthly timelines makes it easier to wait on the Lord. Note I said easier, not easy.<br />
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I'm thankful for all the questions, and for a God who allows me to ask them. It is those questions that have grown my faith and caused me be content to just "be still." Well, that and seeing God's hand. More on that in my next post. :)Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-84670926395402606192013-12-10T23:58:00.001-06:002013-12-11T00:00:52.354-06:00Meeting our SON!I want to tell you ALL about Welly! But I don't know if I'll be able to write everything down. :) So many feelings, so many moments, so much to tell about him! When we walked into the room to meet him, emotions were running high for all of us. There are two amazing women that run the house where all the toddlers and big kids live at our orphanage. I wish we had been able to spend more time getting to know them. They both were in the room when we walked in. Molly was the one who took the amazing pictures, and Joyce had our video camera and videoed our meeting. I think they both were as excited and nervous as Welly, Lance, and I.<br />
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As you can tell from the pictures in my previous post, Welly was grinning from ear to ear when we walked into the room. He has waited for this day for a very long time as well. He is the oldest child at the orphanage. He has been there for almost 4 years. In a couple days, I will blog about that. It is so much fun when God lets you look back and see His hand and where He was at work and you didn't know it at the time. Sometimes we get to see His hand immediately and other times, it's years later when He lets us in on what He had been up to. :) And there are other times that we never get to see. The key is to be content in all three of those circumstances.<br />
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Welly has been waiting for a family for a long time and for him to be able to hug his Momma and Daddy was an incredible moment in all of our lives. It was so cute how shy he was at first. All he could do was grin. And he is not a shy person! Just trying to take it all in was overwhelming. For us and him. Molly and Joyce gave us hugs and left us alone with him. Joyce brought us something to drink and checked on us periodically, but for the most part it was just us and him for the entire day. :)<br />
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We spent the first couple hours just looking at pictures and videos from home. I took video of different parts of home so he could try and get a feel for what HOME looked like. He loved it! The kids had taken video of the house and their rooms for him. He loved seeing them talk to him.<br />
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My mom had sent 2 baseballs for him, so when we were done looking at all the pics, we went outside to play catch. The moment did not escape me. He was playing catch with his Dad. Think about that. He's never had a dad. And now he has the most amazing Daddy ever. And he was playing catch with him. God sustained me that day. After the initial tears when I held him the first time, I was able to keep my emotions in check. The only way that happened was by the grace of God.<br />
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He also learned how to play his Daddy's iPhone. He was a natural! Ha!<br />
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They have a basketball goal at the Toddler house. Welly loves basketball. His eyes got huge when I told him that I played basketball. He grabbed a ball and we played a game! It's been years, but I was on fire! Ha! He was SHOCKED! :) It was so cute! He said, "You're good!" He beat me, and that's when I heard the most beautiful words. He yelled at Joyce while she was walking by, "I beat my Momma in basketball!" Once again, I held the tears at bay. :)<br />
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We stayed at a guest house that the orphanage has. The best part is that is is just 2 houses up from Welly. We had to leave at lunch so he could eat with all the other kids. We had lunch at the guest house. We only were separated for an hour. Then we were able to go back and spend the rest of the day with him.<br />
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We spent the afternoon playing Yahtzee. (Which he loved.) And then Lance spent time going through a Boy Scout handbook with him. He was enthralled. He looked at it backwards and forwards. Literally! He and Lance went through it page by page. He can't wait to start Boy Scouts when he gets home. :)<br />
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Like I said. He has an amazing Daddy. Welly loves to learn. And he loves to be outside. He couldn't have a better Daddy for that. Lance was pulled out his compass and taught him how to read it and showed him which way North was so he could know which direction we all were at home.<br />
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I think one of the things that has amazed me most about our adoption journey is how God knit Welly together in his bio mom's womb, knowing he would be a part of our family, and how much his personality is like Luke's. We are continually humbled each and every time we get an update about Welly. Our orphanage is AMAZING, and they send us an update at the end of each month with pictures and a little bit more info on Welly and what he's been up to that month. Each and every time we read it we marvel at the fact that you could take out Welly and replace it with Luke and you wouldn't know it was a different person. God knew they were going to be brothers and gave them very similar personalities and interests. I can not WAIT to see what kind of trouble those two will get into! Ha!<br />
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I have to admit something. I have always rolled my eyes when adoptive parents make comments about how their adoptive child has their eyes, or their daddy's nose, or grandma's smile. I know they are so in love with their child and are looking for similarities. And now, I am turning into one of them. But please bear with me. I swear to you. He has his Daddy's feet!! Haha!<br />
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Our second day was spent going to the American Embassy and the Haitian courts to file our paper work. It was a loooong day. Thankfully we had another couple who is adopting with us. It made the time pass so much more quickly!<br />
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We only got to spend a couple hours with Welly that day. He was so anxious for us to get back. He cracked me up, because he was always trying to sneak up behind me and scare me. He got me once, but I got him back! Ha! When we were walking into the building from courts, I had rounded a corner and hear Lance behind me talking to Welly. I flattened up against the wall and waited for him to come around the corner. I jumped out and yelled and he screamed and fell to the floor laughing! It was so much fun just being silly with him and seeing how much he is going to fit into this crazy family of ours!<br />
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He did find time that day to play on Daddy's iPhone again. :) He really likes Waterslide. It was pure joy to see his face light up when Lance told him we would take him to ride a real waterslide. He will not know what to think when he walks into White Water!<br />
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And his sense of humor astounds me! Joyce and I have similar personalities. She is very funny and teases the kids really hard. She and Welly have a special bond, so he really likes to tease with her and play. When got to spend the entire day with him Thursday. When we got there, I saw his shirt and started laughing. When I commented about it, he smiled huge and said "It's bacon!" The fact that he understood that kind of humor made my heart smile.<br />
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You might be wondering. And I haven't said anything about it. But his English is perfect. There is no language barrier. He speaks English fluently. He even knew things that I would have never dreamed he would know. Lance was showing him pictures of a Boy Scout campout that he and Luke had been on. When he saw a picture of a snake they saw, he said, "that's a rattlesnake." I don't know how he knew because you couldn't see the rattles. And when he was looking through the Boy Scout handbook, he saw a picture of a skunk. He called it by name and when Lance asked him if he knew what it did, he said, "yes, they spray." He's a very bright boy!<br />
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He did get the chance to talk to his brother and sisters on Wed. It was another moment that I will never forget. The girls were beside themselves, and I have never heard Luke so excited in his life. We called them again Thursday and also talked to all the grandparents and a couple friends. We joked with him that he is the most famous Haitian in Arkansas!<br />
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When we walked back to the house after talking to the kids on the phone outside the gate (we got wifi from the guest house and could call for free). we saw some bags of rice and beans piled up against a wall. We had to get a picture of him with the rice.<br />
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That rice came from Stuttgart, Arkansas. I spent the first 11 years of my life 20 minutes from Stuttgart. He thought it was so cool he ate Arkansas rice every day!<br />
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And now is when it got hard. We had to say goodbye. He got really quiet when he realized it was time. He actually tried to just ignore the whole thing. He went to the bathroom and then to his room. Joyce called him back to the room we were in and we said our goodbyes. It's not a surprise that it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life. I hugged him tight and told him the next time I saw him, it was to bring him HOME!<br />
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So here we are. Prayerfully waiting to move through the courts and be granted his VISA and passport so we can go get him and bring him home where he belongs. The average wait is 6 months. We are praying for God to move mountains and get him home much sooner. It is so hard be sitting in my home with my family knowing my son is in another country waiting for me to come get him. So I ask for your prayers. For us and for him. Especially for his heart. He is an amazingly bright young man with a depth to him that is astounding. He "gets it" all. And he knows what he is missing and what is waiting for him. We just want him home to begin his life with a family that loves him like no other.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-80087088533438812992013-12-09T20:20:00.000-06:002013-12-09T20:35:08.505-06:00Where Do I start???Yes, I'm back again! Blogging after a VERY long hiatus. Life got really, really crazy the past year. That will have to be a few posts in explaining. So much has transpired. There is no way, in one post, I can even begin to catch everyone up. But there is an impetus that has pushed me into the blogging world again. And it's an amazing one!<br />
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Introducing Rilinxe (pronounced way-LEE) Faddis! His nickname is Welly.<br />
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This is the first pic of us with our son! We went to Haiti last week to meet him and file our paperwork in the American Embassy and Haitian courts. There are no words, or at least I am not eloquent enough to come up with any, that describe that moment when we saw him in person for the very first time and hugged him. Simply amazing. It's like all the pieces of my heart were finally in place.<br />
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It had been such a long, long journey up to that moment. And we still have a little ways to go before he is home where he belongs. But we have reached a huge hurdle and crossed it and I am praising the Lord for that!<br />
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Our journey started almost 4 years ago. Most of you know that Lance was on ground 9 days after the earthquake happened Jan 2010. That was the event that God used to tell us that we had a son in Haiti. We'd known since before we were married that He had called us to adoption. We just didn't know when it would happen. When I went to Haiti with Lance in May of 2010, we spent time talking to pastors at orphanages about adoption; looking for the boy that God had picked out for our family. Then again in November of 2010. Every time we left an orphanage, we were discouraged because "he" wasn't there. Lance told me "He's not there. There's not a boy in there I can't walk away from. If Luke were there, I wouldn't be able to walk away from him." I was looking so hard and was trying to force something. I had to trust my husband and follow him and trust that God would lead us to "him."<br />
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Fast forward to March of this year. We had completed our dossier (fancy name for paperwork/file) and it had been in Haiti 5 months; since October the year before. I was getting discouraged and then we got an email from our adoption agency with a list of "waiting children." Waiting children are hard to adopt children. Most have physical or mental delays, but some are one the list only because of their age. I opened the email and there Welly was. I looked at his picture, read his bio, and I knew. I knew he was my son. <br />
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I showed the email to Lance that night and tears came to his eyes. He looked at me and said, "That's what I knew he would look like." I stand amazed that God had put his face in our hearts and we recognized him as our son! Over all of the other orphans we had seen. God is GOOD!<br />
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Long story short, we contacted our agency, they called our orphanage, and we were officially matched with Welly on Spring Break. Then our dossier was submitted to the Haitian Social Services in May. I'm going to blog another post on the process we've been through with that. And all the ways we have seen God's hand in this long, long, process. I want to write it all down 1) so I don't forget the details, and 2) so Welly can read it and know how hard we wanted him, searched for him, waited for him and loved him. Before we ever knew him.<br />
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But for this post, I have to share the pictures of our meeting him for the first time. It. Was. Incredible.<br />
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We arrived in Haiti 2 days before we went to the orphanage. We wanted to spend some time with some of the guys we had worked with on our previous trips to Haiti. And also to have a little R&R. We came off of a very stressful week before we left. Sara's birthday, party, baking pies and delivering food for our church Thanksgiving meal, my grandfather's death and funeral and packing all 6 of us for a week. We needed a mental break. We really enjoyed our 2 days sightseeing some of Haiti we hadn't seen and doing some shopping. Then we had dinner with our friends at our resort. It was a blessed time. I'll write more about that, too, at a different time. :)<br />
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Tuesday morning we woke up with butterflies in our stomachs. The day for which we had longed and waited was here! We were going to meet our son!!! Our friend Gelin came and got us at the hotel and took us to the orphanage. We were a bundle of nerves!<br />
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When we got there, I knew that they would take us right to him. There really wouldn't be anytime to gather our thoughts. And I'm kinda glad. I think I would have been nothing but nerves knowing he was in a room waiting to meet us and I couldn't hug him yet. :)<br />
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He was looking at us arriving. We were setting down our bags and then we went in the house and up the stairs to meet him. :)<br />
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I will never forget stopping at the top of the steps; right outside of the room he was in. I turned and looked and Lance and said, "This is it." We had been waiting for that minute for a very, very long time. You don't always get the opportunity in life to stop and soak in a moment that your life is going to change. We had that opportunity. We knew that the moment we stepped through that door, our lives would never be the same. It was surreal.<br />
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I'll end it with that for today. Tomorrow, I'll share about out time with him and the amazingness that it was!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-2048584361514823012013-02-07T22:11:00.001-06:002013-02-07T22:11:44.607-06:00Moving' On Up!Luke had ATA graduation tonight. He's now a purple belt. I know that means nothing to its people, but he's over half way to being a black belt! That represents a lot of hard work. We are so proud of him. He participated in his first tournament a couple weeks ago and now that he's moving higher in his belts, we will probably enter him in a few more tournaments. Here he is with Mr O'Conner. We LOVE Mr. O'Conner! <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We were invited a couple weeks ago to a Super Bowl party at some friends house. We've been planning on what to take and needing to go to the grocery store and I'd totally forgotten our friends' son's birthday party at the bowling alley. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What threw me was Emma saying, "Micah's party??" She didn't know Micah's party was today and that we were going bowling. Which confused me with regards to the bowling comment. ??? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">After the party, we ran to the grocery store to grab supplies for the Super Bowl Party we were invited to. We made our snacks and were on our way to the party. That's when Emma's bowling comment from earlier in the day made sense. I heard Luke say, "Emma, we're not going bowling again." And she very loudly and sternly said, "We are too, Luke! We are going to the Super Bowl party!" Hahahaha! Bless her heart. She had no frame of reference for a Super Bowl party! :) LOVE that girl!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Luke had the quote of the night. As Beyonce came on for the halftime show..."I don't get stuff like this." Ha! Bless his heart. So proud of him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Some friends of ours have adopted a sweet baby boy. His name is Parke Henry. He was born with several severe heart defects and wasn't expected to live but a few hours after birth. He is on day 24! Each day is a miracle and his Momma and Daddy (and the rest of us) are thankful for every day he has. You can read more about Parke on his Momma's blog <a href="http://micahandlindseygibson.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">here</a>. Please be praying for sweet Parke and his family. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The girl's have prayed for Parke every. single. night. It has blessed this Momma's heart to see the love these girls have for this sweet boy they haven't been around much at all. They got to hold Parke for the first time tonight. So precious.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Lance's Mercy commercial was on during the Super Bowl! You should have heard up hoopin' and hollerin'! Haha!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm still doing some tweaking and probably will for a few more days. But overall, I think I was right on the money with dollar amounts, chores, and motivation. I was right in thinking that there would be a little competition factor in wanting to earn the most money each week. And just as I'm typing that, I just had an epiphany to encourage more chores getting done. Ha! I'm going to try giving a bonus to the child who earns the most money at the end of the week. Sweet! That will motivate my oldest into doing more. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You see who isn't so fired up about the chart. He doesn't seem to grasp the idea that the 25 cents and 50 cents adds up each week. Maybe the bonus will motivate him!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Tonight alone she earned $1.25! She did 4 different chores. It has been such a help to have the table cleared after meals, the dishwasher unloaded and loaded, the bathroom cleaned. It is worth every penny I am paying the kids!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I don't remember where I first saw my new approach, but I've seen it a few times online lately. I'm giving the kids control of the chores they do. I used our existing magnet board (that I painstakingly spent hours gridding out!) OK, not hours, but it took a long time. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I made up chores and gave them corresponding dollar amounts. I printed them out on magnet sheets, cut them out and stuck them on the laundry room door. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I think this is going to work so much better. If the kids want to earn money, they determine how much they earn! It's that simple. So much better than nagging them to do chores only to give them a "smiley face" that means nothing to them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">They are in charge of their own destiny! And one thing I noticed tonight. It's going to instill a little friendly competition between the kids. Sara's mouth dropped when she saw Hope earned $1.25 tonight. They are going to be trying to beat each other to do the chores so they can get the money! Win for everyone! </span><br />
Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-60512790032231724812013-01-26T22:15:00.000-06:002013-01-26T22:15:02.504-06:00A Walk in the Woods<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What a great day! Lance has been wanting to get over to the Buffalo National River for a while, but fall came and went and we never had the time. Today was a great January weather day with highs in the upper 50's so we made plans to drive over this morning and spend the day. He was on a mission. His grandfather's family homesteaded in Madison county and Lance knows from him all the stories of the families that lived there 100 years ago. He remembers his grandfather telling him of a moonshine spot and he wanted to hunt to find it. (He's been watching entirely too much "Moonshiners" on Discovery Channel! Ha!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We have reached another milestone as a family. This was the best hike we've ever taken the kids on. We hiked for about 4 miles. And did some bushwacking on the side! The big kids did amazing! There was no complaining. And little Emma was great. She was exhausted on the hike back, but she made it. She was a trooper.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The only negative was knowing that it's only January and we will have cold, bad weather for another few weeks. But we are praising the Lord for the great weather today!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-89990567593729775332013-01-25T22:52:00.000-06:002013-01-25T22:52:04.812-06:00History of our Adoption<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My friend Kelly at <a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/2013/01/all-about-adoption.html" target="_blank">Kelly's Korner</a></span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">is having a blog link up on adoptions. I figured I'd be in trouble if I didn't link up, so I'm going to try to condense our adoption story into just a few paragraphs. That is going to be EXTREMELY hard to do! :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We are in the process of adopting a little boy in Haiti. Why Haiti? Read about how we fell in love with the country of Haiti <a href="http://faddisfamilyfunpage.blogspot.com/2010/01/mighty-hand-of-god.html" target="_blank">here</a>. Haiti went from being a place of that we were vaguely aware of to a people and country that stole part of our hearts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Lance and I talked about adoption before we ever got married. The benefit of dating for 3 years is getting to talk through all aspects of your life together. We truly had the expectation of God adding another child to whatever biological children He was going to give us in a situation resembling the movie "The Blind Side." We had a vision of our kids having a friend when they were teens that didn't have a family and needed one. You would think after following the Lord for 32 years, I would have learned not to ever think you know how God is going to work in your life!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So fast forward 8 years and 4 kids later, our thoughts of adoption got pushed to the backburner. And if I'm going to be completely honest, Lance didn't think it was going to happen at all. Our conversation after finding out I was pregnant with number 4 went something like this...Me: So what does this mean for us adopting? Lance: Um, that's not going to happen. Me: But Lance, you're calling can't change. Lance: Oh yes it can! (Hahaha! He was only half serious.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But on that first trip Lance took to Haiti, things changed for us. On one of the days leading up to his departure, we were talking in the kitchen while he was organizing supplies. I looked at him and said, "What if our child is in Haiti?" He looked me in the eyes and answered, "I've already thought that." Now if that isn't God at work, I don't know what is. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We both knew then, that were were going to have 5 children. And that number 5 was in Haiti. It has been such and emotional roller coaster since then, and God has taught me so much about trusting in His timing and His calling. At the time that we felt Him calling us to adopt from Haiti, we weren't even eligible to adopt from that country because we had too many biological children. It was almost 2 years before laws were changed allowing us to pursue adoption in Haiti. And it's been over a year since we started the process of compiling our dossier. Our dossier arrived in Haiti October 30, 2012 and we are now waiting for our referral. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">There have been so many times throughout this journey that God has confirmed His calling and our response. He has revealed Himself in supernatural ways, and given us such a peace that we are following His will. Our kids tell everyone that they have a brother in Haiti. (It is a boy and he is between the ages of 4 and 7.) And that's another way that God has revealed Himself to us and our family. Our kids are so excited about the adoption and there has never been anything negative said by any of them about growing our family with another child. There will definitely be an adjustment period, but there always is when you add another member to a family. Whether that be by birth or adoption. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The waiting is hard. I'm not going to lie. I look everyday for that email saying we have a referral. It gets really hard to hear the questions week after week from friends and family asking how things are with the adoption. There's just not a lot to report. We have had some forward movement and are cautiously expecting our referral in the next few weeks. But we rest totally in the fact that God is in control. He determined our children before the foundation of the earth. And our son will come home in HIS timing. You can read about where we are in the adoption <a href="http://www.faddisfamilyfunpage.blogspot.com/2013/01/adoption-update.html" target="_blank">here</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In the meantime, he is in an AMAZING place. An orphanage in Haiti called <a href="http://www.glahaiti.org/" target="_blank">God's Littlest Angels</a>. He is being taken care of, provided for and most importantly, LOVED on! </span>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-31014544729093154532013-01-22T21:44:00.001-06:002013-01-22T21:51:38.824-06:00100<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The kids are coming up on their 100th day of school. In 1st grade they do "100" projects. They have to make something that has 100 things on it. There's no guidelines. It just has to have 100 things. Luke drew a chicken and added 100 real feathers when he was in first grade. Sara drew a huge flower and decorated the petals with 3D glitter hearts. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We went wild and crazy for Hope's project this year! Kinda like her. :) She told me me she wanted to use crayons. I bought some crayons and foam board today and had no idea what we were going to do until I got home and we started talking through it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I remembered a Pinterest project I'd seen and wanted to do. I showed it to Hope and she loved it. We hot glued 100 crayons to the top of the foam board and then melted them with a hair dryer and made art! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It was fun. She could do it herself. And it turned out so cute!</span><br />
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-21584058600584142642013-01-21T21:47:00.001-06:002013-01-21T21:49:08.549-06:00SocksI've got nothing profound to say today. No big events. Kids didn't do anything cute. No fun family outing. Lance worked. The kids were off for MLK day. A friend from church and her kids came over for a couple of hours. Her oldest son and her daughter are Luke and Sara's ages. <br />
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That was the excitement for the day. But. As the post says. I'm blogging about socks. <br />
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I hate them. I can truly identify with the Apostle Paul when he asked the Lord to take the thorn from his flesh. Socks are my thorn. Ugh. <br />
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A family of 6 goes through at least 84 socks in 7 days. At least. That doesn't account for kids coming home from school, taking them off, not knowing where they are and putting on another pair if we have to leave the house again. <br />
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This was my sock pile when I was folding laundry today...<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We had a narrow window to get outside today between church and the kids having to be at Children's Choir so we came home, at a sandwich and headed to the farm. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My kids have the BEST daddy! We spent 2 hours shooting bows and arrows and BB guns. The kids had a blast!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It made me soooo ready for spring and then the lazy days of summer!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Poor Emma just couldn't quite figure it out. Barrel? V? Trigger? Never mind, just squeeze this. Ha!</span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Lance told me when Luke shot his deer this year that Luke is a good shot. But man! He is! He hit the Mt. Dew can every time! </span></div>
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-49992394188926683262013-01-19T21:57:00.002-06:002013-01-19T21:57:30.280-06:00Hi yah! <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Today was Luke's first ATA Tae Kwon Do tournament! My boy did great! He's been in ATA for over a year now, but I've been really nervous about letting him do a tournament. They are always out of town at least a couple hours away and I just didn't know if he would get there and perform to the level of the competition.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Our instructor manages 2 ATA's. One here in Bentonville and the other in Fayetteville. He decided it would be a good idea to have a tournament for just our 2 schools. It was great! About 300 kids and adults participated, and it gave all of us who haven't done tournaments a feel for what they are like. And I have to say, Luke did GREAT! It is definitely something we are going to think about doing at least once a year. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Luke's favorite thing was getting to do the tournament with his cousin. Clayton goes to the Fayetteville school. They had a blast hanging out and competing. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And I had to put this in! Our best friends called us and wanted to go eat catfish tonight. Lance and I haven't had catfish in years. And I guess I've been watching too much Duck Dynasty, because I had the urge to try frog legs! Oh my!</span><br />
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-66731166465984658712013-01-18T23:57:00.005-06:002013-01-19T00:00:55.390-06:00Just a Day in the Life<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Today was a typical day in the Faddis house. Typical in that it did not go as I had planned! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Then it was home for an hour or so until Lance got off work. I had planned on fixing dinner in that hour, but I just wasn't in the mood to cook. And Lance had a really rough day at work, so we loaded up and went out for Mexican! This is what it's like to go out to eat with my family...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">At Luke's urging, Sara ate a jalapeno. God bless her! The pictures get blurry because I was laughing so hard!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Then Luke wanted me to take a picture of him so he can see if he can look cross eyed. I told him the first pic was going to be in his yearbook!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Dinner is never an uneventful occurrence in our family. Not by a long shot. :) It's like wrangling squirrels. As crazy as it is, Lance and I get complimented all the time by strangers in restaurants on how well our children behave and what a sweet family we have. Every time, and I mean every time, it happens, we just look at each other and laugh. We feel like all we've done is say, "stop, sit, no, quit, eat, no, sit, stop" the entire meal!</span>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-45238186612444469692013-01-17T23:14:00.001-06:002013-01-17T23:14:57.410-06:00Adoption Update<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I know I have people that read my blog (although I truly have no idea why! Ha!) and I've had so many friends ask me and even a blog reader email me a couple months ago asking about our adoption. I've been hesitant to talk much about it because it is such a long process with no movement and it gets really old saying, "nothing has changed." And in all honesty, the less I think about it, the less anxious I get about the lack of movement. I have so much going on in my day to day life with raising the four we already have, that it is pretty easy to push the adoption to the back of my mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I know that sounds like I don't think of our son, and that's not true. It's hard to explain. It's a coping mechanism, really. We talk about our brother in Haiti with the kids. We are thinking about room rearrangement when he gets home. We pray for him. We look every day on the orphanage website for news. But I can't linger too long on those thoughts or I get anxious and frustrated and that will accomplish nothing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Today we got some news. :) Not the BIG news we are still waiting for, our referral, but forward movement. So we'll take it! ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">To give a litt;e background, Haiti announced in August of 2011 that they were going to ratify the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hague_Convention_on_Protection_of_Children_and_Co-operation_in_Respect_of_Intercountry_Adoption" target="_blank">Hague Convention</a> which was going to change adoptions. We had just contacted <a href="http://glahaiti.org/" target="_blank">God's Littlest Angels orphanage</a> and had been approved adopt from their orphanage. We knew of GLA from our friends who lived in Haiti, and knew that they are an amazing place and that God was leading us to them. After a long road trying to figure out how our adoption was going to happen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Because Haiti was going to ratify the Hague, we were told that instead of working directly with GLA, we would have to work with an accredited adoption agency in the States. GLA works with 2 American adoption agencies. One of them is Bethany Christian Services. I know people who work in the Little Rock office of Bethany, so we felt confident in choosing BCS. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">That was in August of 2011. It took until October of 2012 to get everything in order for our dossier to get to Haiti. (I won't even go into all of that. It is such an exhausting an long process.) There was a magical deadline of November 1 that we were trying to beat. On November 1, the government office in Haiti that handles adoptions was shutting down and not accepting dossiers. After they reopened, the dossiers they accepted were going to be processed under the new Haitian adoption laws. Laws that no one is certain of. But we are all encouraged that these new laws will make adoption in Haiti easier.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Our biggest concern has been the fact that Haiti was going to make an announcement of all the American adoption agencies that they would work with for all new adoptions. There was a chance that our agency would not be accepted. I've had a peace that BCS would be on the list, but there was a chance that they wouldn't be and then we would be in no man's land with a completed dossier in Haiti that is obsolete. And we didn't know how much would have to be re-done. (And remember it took over a year to put it together.) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Today, after 2 postponed announcement dates, the list was announced. And BCS IS ON IT!! Praise the Lord!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So now, the next step of waiting is for our referral. There is some uncertainty on our part what has to happen before we get the referral. I think GLA will match us with a child (a boy between 4 and 7) and then the child's information and our dossier will go to the Haitian government office for approval. After it gets approved we will get our referral. That's not to say we have to accept that specific referral. That decision is definitely ours. If we feel that the child we are matched with is not the fit for our family, we can say no. Then GLA will work on another referral and send that to the government. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I do want to say, I don't think there would be a scenario in which we would reject a referral. It is always a possibility, but we have prayed over our referral and we have complete confidence in the director of GLA and her prayers over every referral she makes. We truly feel that God has directed us in every single step of this adoption process and He knew who our son was before He formed him in the womb. This is a process that has been determined for our lives and we know that we won't get "the wrong kid." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And now the waiting continues. :) I do ask 2 things. Please pray for us and that our referral will come quickly and that our son will come home this year. This has been the longest "pregnancy" ever! And second. Please pray for the families who have been working with adoption agencies that were not approved. They are now in the position of trying to find another agency and figure out what how much of their dossier has to be redone. </span><br />
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-65418640640088518502013-01-15T21:58:00.001-06:002013-01-15T21:58:19.061-06:00Proud Momma!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Like the post says, I am a PROUD MOMMA! Emma and I went to Luke's awards assembly today at school. He is on the A/B honor roll! And only by 1 B is he not on the all A honor roll!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have been so proud of him this school year. Luke is an amazingly brilliant kid. Kindergarten and 1st grade were fine for him. Then came 2nd grade. His teacher was a very sweet lady, who did care about him, but just wasn't able to manage a classroom and keep up with all of her kids. Luke fell through the cracks. Then in 3rd grade, he got a teacher that just really didn't care. I learned my lesson that year. I will never be more concerned with not offending a teacher than my child's education. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Luke went from straight A's in 1st and testing for talented and gifted to making some C's in 2nd and 3rd. He is not a kid that fits "in the box" and unfortunately he didn't have teachers for a couple of years who would work with him outside of that box.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In 4th grade, he had an amazing teacher. And thankfully she caught Luke up to where he needed to be in his study skills and and classroom performance. I was really looking forward to 5th grade. I knew that middle school would be a great thing for Luke and expected him to thrive. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In 5th grade, the students change classes each period. But they are eased into it. They start out in homeroom and move as a class to their other periods. I expected the change of pace in the day would be wonderful for Luke. And he does well when given responsibility. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As expectant as I was, I never could have dreamed how fast things would change for him. He was elected to student council at the beginning of the year and started his term this semester. He finished the 1st 9 weeks with 6 A's an 89 B, and a 79 C. Then 2nd 9 weeks, he got 7 A's and 1 B! His semester averages were 7 A's and a B! It has been such a blessing to this mom's heart to see him thriving and truly enjoying school. But the best thing has been to see him take pride in himself. His self esteem had really taken a beating the past few years and he was beginning to think so negatively about his abilities. But the past few weeks, he has literally come into his own.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Sara has several friends that are in scouts and she has wanted to do it since last year. Unfortunately, she couldn't be in the same troop as her friends. They are a troop of Brownies and Hope is a Daisy and I needed them to be in the same troop. But, we found a great troop and both of the girls are making new friends and having a lot of fun. And that makes it all worth it. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And so begins their soiree into free enterprise! Ha! I have 2 cookie salespeople living with me. We went to a district kick off event tonight. It was an "almost" sleepover!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We had one not so great part of the night, but God used it as a teaching/learning experience for the 3 of us. Unfortunately, the movie that was selected for the event was Troop Beverly Hills. Because of the title, I can understand why it was picked, but someone really should have previewed it before showing it to 6 year olds and up. :( We're pretty conservative in what we let our kids watch. Not fanatical, but we do have a problem with movies that use course language, speak in sexually explicit overtones and have kids speaking disrespectfully to adults. And this movie had it all. :( </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I had to make the choice to leave the movie. Sara totally understood when I explained to her that I didn't think the movie was appropriate. She was sensitive to the fact that the kids and adults were "sassy" and she picked up on the fact that the troop leader in the movie was smoking all the time. Hope was a little more clueless, but when we talked about it later, she was able to point out some things that were inappropriate.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We went to get ice cream instead and they were awesome about leaving and not throwing a fit. I was really proud of them. The best part of it all was that God allowed me a "real life" example of doing what is right even when those around you might not be. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Several of our friends in our troop and in other troops also left the movie, but there were so many kids and parents that didn't. It was such a great conversation on standing up for your values and doing what God wants you to do even if it isn't the popular thing. I pray that my girls always care more about what God thinks than what those around them think. </span>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-81994445811891619902013-01-09T21:59:00.000-06:002013-01-09T21:59:42.990-06:00My Momma Heart Hurts<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The tragedy in Newtown, CT before Christmas has affected everyone. We told the kids about it after it happened because we knew they would hear about it from other kids at school and also because there is now more of a police presence at their schools. Which I have mixed feelings about. So thankful that they are there as a sign of support to our schools and kids, but disgusted that there is even a reason for them to be there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">But anyway. That's beside the point. We told the kids, but we really haven't talked about it in front of them very much. It's not something we want them to worry about. Yet despite our efforts to shield them as much as possible, it has affected them. As least it has Sara.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Last night she came into our room in the middle of the night last night and said she had a bad dream. I pulled her into me and prayed for her and sent her back to bed. I know. Great mom, huh?? I am not a morning person, or a middle of the night person. :) She came back a few minutes later and asked if she could sleep on our floor. I sent her back to her room again and she went back to sleep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Now, tonight as she was getting into bed, she asked me if she could tell me her bad dream so she wouldn't have it again. When I looked in her eyes, I could see the tears welling up. I realized how serious it was so I sat down and held her hands and let her tell me. Bless her heart. She told me and it was a horrible dream. We were at the farm and she went in the camper and she looked out the window and saw a soldier and me and her daddy and everyone else were dead. It broke my heart. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I just held her while she cried and assured her that wasn't real, and we talked how we turn to God when we are scared. We quoted scripture that she can say when she's scared and I told her when Satan is attacking us, we have the power of JESUS in us to demand that he leave us alone. It was so amazing to see her eyes light up at the realization that Satan does not have control over us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My sweet little girl. My sweet girl that internalizes her thoughts. My sweet girl who worries about her family. My sweet girl who protects her family. It hurts my heart that she has to even be aware of such evil in this world. But, I will not let Satan win this battle. It THRILLS me that I can teach my child that Satan is not in control, that he has to flee at the name of JESUS! It makes my heart happy that we have access to that power because of the price that Jesus paid for me and my family and everyone who believes in Him.</span>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-52351992792086814352013-01-08T22:46:00.002-06:002013-01-08T22:46:56.978-06:00Happy, Happy, Happy<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Today was a first for me. I witnessed one of my kids on "Happy Gas." Hahahahaha!!!! Luke had a molar that has been coming in on top of a baby molar that will not come out. It wasn't the least bit loose. I've been keeping and eye on it for a couple of months, but it just wasn't budging.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I called the dentist and got Luke in. He was scared to death about it. And in all honesty, I was a little nervous myself. I didn't know for sure if they would use nitrous, so I didn't say anything about it to Luke. When the dentist told him that he was going to use happy gas, that scared Luke as much as getting the tooth pulled. He was grilling the dental assistant about the entire process. They finally got him on the table and put the mask on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Oh my gosh, it was the funniest thing!!! Luke was HYSTERICAL!!! He's a funny kid anyway, and when he's high, he's a hoot!!! The dentist and his assistant were laughing at him, too. I tried to video him, but my phone camera was out of storage. Dang! He was watching Tom & Jerry and it was the funniest thing he's ever seen! He kept laughing and saying, "I've seen this show a hundred time and didn't realize how funny it was!" :) He never felt a thing. So it worked! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So there's no good excuse for letting the blog go for 8 months, but I'm back. :) I have wanted to start it up again so many times, but just was overwhelmed with the idea of it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And to kick it all off, here's a pictorial recap of the past 8 months! :) </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lance was Aerosmith's personal doc at their concert in NWA. SOOOO much fun!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WE BOUGHT A BOAT!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And spent 7 weeks camping at the lake! AMAZING memories!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy Father's Day!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luke learned to ski first. Followed by all the girls!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hope (6) and Luke (10) had camping Birthdays at the lake! Smores cupcakes. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No caption needed. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Momma's still got it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A storm came through and Hope loaded up all that she held dear. (All her birthday presents! Ha!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luke went to kids' camp for a week.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our garden was awesome!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The reason for "living" at the lake. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">4th of July!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No words needed</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here either</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cinderella came to Emma's 4th birthday party!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luke started 5th grade, Sara started 2nd and Hope started 1st</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1st day of school dinner at Shogun's. (And mine and Emma's birthday dinner.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Last year of Preschool</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Square Dancing!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Square Dancing!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Road trip to Disney World!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Magic Kingdom</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The transformation...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...into Princesses!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The whole crew!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Halloween :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our dossier arrived in Haiti!!!!!!!! We're waiting for our referral. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luke got his first deer!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Daddy added 2 more to the freezer. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sara turned 8.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanksgiving</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Santa</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jingle came back!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went to a ball!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas caroling with great friends.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My niece turned 1!!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And our 1st snow!!!!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Wow! The memories! So here's to not going 8 months until the next post! :)</span><br />
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<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-16523003948708868142012-04-18T21:46:00.000-05:002012-04-18T21:46:22.858-05:00Week in Review<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This has been a crazy busy week! All of the end of the school year activities have begun. Plus, I'm finishing up all our adoption paper work! Praise the Lord! It will be in translation within a couple weeks and after that in Haiti!!! Woo Hoo!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So here's what has gone on since last Tues. :)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One day old! So precious!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And upon further inspection, we learned that she is a he! Ha!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our garden is growing great!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hope lost her second tooth!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can't have too many pics of the baby. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Miss upgraded bicycles! :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lance and I had a date night. It didn't start out great with me waiting for him in the doctor's lounge while he checked on patients...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...but ended up wonderful! Love my man!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We got a date night because the kids spent the night at Lance's parents. They got to feed a baby calf!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yesterday, Mom showed up at our door and said, "Let's go to the park!" So we walked the beautiful Crystal Bridges trails.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then Daddy met up with us for a picnic!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And today was Hope's last field trip. We had a blast!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Tomorrow is Luke's field trip. I'm going to be exhausted by the weekend. Yay for the fact we're going camping! Woo Hoo!</span>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-27524719644335413882012-04-10T22:58:00.000-05:002012-04-10T22:58:25.576-05:00Miracle of Life<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We had a chicken get injured today. I was putting the kids to bed and Lance went out to the farm to check on it. He called me about 30 minutes later and these were his words..."Well, the vet was off on his dates a little." We have a pregnant mare and she was supposed to fowl in another month. Lance checked the horses after the chickens and he saw her laying down having the baby!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">It was 8:30, the kids were in bed, and Luke is in testing week at school. OH WELL! There are more important things in life! :) I yelled for them to all get out of bed and run to the car. They had no idea what was going on. I realized that I had scared them and they thought something was wrong. I told them everything was fine, I had a surprise for them!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">We raced out to the farm and when we got there the baby's front legs and muzzle were out. We were able to see her born! It was amazing! The kids were in awe. What an experience! They'll never forget this. I'm so happy we got to live that experience together as a family. :)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy Easter! He is RISEN!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Easter weekend was a busy one for us and our church! We had the 2nd Annual Egg Drop on Saturday morning and 3800 people came!!!! Holy Hannah! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Then it was the girls' soccer first soccer games. In the rain. :( We made it through Hope's, but Sara's was called because of lightning. I got no pics because of the weather. We played Hope's in the rain the entire game!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Then four services at church Sunday (I sang in the choir for 3 of them) then lunch with the DeVorak family and after that on to Prairie Grove for dinner with the Faddises. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Too much Easter fun for Poppa!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Great memories were made. :) </span>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356875935654196059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4422505421274770668.post-82988522914456936392012-04-10T22:11:00.000-05:002012-04-10T22:11:10.510-05:00April Showers Bring...<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vegetables!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">We're giving a garden a go at the farm. Here's hoping! The kids are so excited. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So, here's the pics to remember the week by. And a couple thoughts...Emma really learned how to ride a bike! She could pedal it, but was slow and would get so frustrated. It only took a day of trying to keep up with the big kids and she was off! She was so proud of herself!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">It was the best weather we've had for Spring Break the past 3 years! Two great weekends with a few days in the middle that were rainy. Oh. And don't forget the tornado! :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Here are a FEW of the pics I took this week...</span><br />
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