Where did the days go

It has been so long since my last post and in my mind I have posted several different topics. I am so tired and not sure of where all my time has gone. The week before last my mom had an abscess tooth and it was aching. Her Dentist put her on antibiotics and pain meds, However it kept getting progressively worse. So by last Tuesday and Day 6 with tooth ache she went to her dentist and he tried pulling it. OUCH! She was in so much pain that he quit and didn't pull it. However doing this unbeknown to him he released the infection into her body. So in a course of 12 hours was so sick and in so much pain she went to the ER. By the time Malcolm and I got to the ER she didn't even look like herself. There they gave her IV antibiotics and pain relief as well as fluids because she was dehydrated as well, she hadn't really eaten or drank anything substantial for 6 days either. When we were able to bring her home, the pain medicine was so great that I was able to get her to eat some nutritious foods. Also, every time she turned around I put an ensure in her hand and hopefully this helped to bring up some of her strength. Wednesday night we were able to bring her home with us because we couldn't get her in to see a surgeon by her so I was able to get her in to the dentist who took out my wisdom teeth last year. Her pre -op appt. was Thursday and surgery was Friday. She was a little sore over the weekend which is to be expected but no pain. Over the weekend we had our scrap booking getaway in which she spent the time resting and I scrapped! I always have so much fun when I go away! I do it twice a year, so email me if you are interested in joining us in the spring. So I came home to a messy house, which sometimes I question is it really worth it....ummm...YES! Because chances are I would have cleaned up the same messes just not all in one day. Any who, look for a post tomorrow on adoption because I have stuff in my head. It is just every time I close my eyes to think I end up dosing off. Good Night

My New Friends

First before I go into writing, I just have to say I love boy scouts! On Thursday nights, Malcolm takes MG to scouts from 7-8:30 and of course Katy too because after all she is a self proclaimed girl-boy scout. It is about the only time I get a peaceful house. I just do what I want, and never chores I will wait to do dinner dishes until they return because I refuse to waste an hour and half of quiet time washing dishes. So I love Scouts:)

So tonight at dinner I am talking with Malcolm, and with excitement I start telling that Rena and Nate, who are in Columbia right now adopting Alex, Sebastian, Luisa and Erika, are finished and get to come home on Sat. I go into telling him how excited I am and hope the transition goes well for them and the kids do well on the plane ride, etc. Then I tell him about Sherri and they have all their tickets to go to Columbia on Nov. 17th, and her husband Joel was able to take off work until after the first of the year with all the sick time he has accumulated and with the family leave act his company endorses. They are adopting a little boy who is 18 months and they have named him Isaac. They also have another son, Caleb who is a birth son. So, I look over at Malcolm and he has this look on his face and ask me who are these people. I say very casually they are the adoption blogs I am following. He says so you don't know them, well not exactly. I feel like over the course of the last month I gotten to know them quite well through their blogs. Then he says it is not like they are friends, UGH-GASP! They feel like my new friends, I think about them and hope things are going smoothly for them through this process, I have prayed for them so by my definitions they are my new friends. So then, I ask him if he wants to hear about the Armstrongs new home renovations as they await the news from Columbia on when to travel, and tell him too bad they don't live closer cause they could use his help. He thinks I am crazy! I told him at least I am not like Katy and have imaginary friends and grandmas. I will admit I love reading the adoption blogs right now, their is about 4 I am following and it is crazy because I find myself going through the emotions with them. I am grateful they write about their experiences because it is like a peek into what lays ahead for us.

On another note, Katy Rose, Katy Rose, Katy Rose, that child of mine I don't know where she gets it. Today she decided that she was Mulan, and wore her Mulan dress all day(she has basically lived in it since 3 weeks before Halloween). Today she put a new twist on it. As she put it, she was Mulan, the whooping princess and preceded to spend the day beating up on everyone. At one point she was hanging from the wall quilt I have up and it fell and actually came out of the wall. She went backwards over the chair trying to get to her brother for showing the Whooping Princess disrespect. There was once today that she was being ornery and I just looked at her and she said, "I know! to the no no step!" and put herself in time out. I guess somethings are just worth it.

Two or More

Having a testimony of Heavenly Father and truly believing he knows each one of us, our desires, our needs, and our capabilities and going through infertility I often thought I was always meant to be a mother of two children and that is why we endured the infertility(That is how I made sense of that trial primarily because I didn't understand, being a mother was such a righteous desire). Because after all we got pregnant on our honeymoon with MG so birth control was not our strong point. And I always thought of myself as it was beyond my abilities to mother a large family where the children were stair steps in ages. The years following Katy Rose's birth I tried convincing myself our family was complete and I don't have any what so ever urges to have more children. Then came along Joshua Spivey, and he has been a true gift to our family. I babysit him as many of you know, however it is babysitting him that has dismissed the idea of I was meant to be a mother of two as well as the feeling of our family is complete. And now maybe we were meant to have infertility so we would adopt and could love a child as our own who does not have our DNA. So with all this in place and moving forward through the adoption process we have decided we would be open to adopting siblings, my only request is that they be younger than Katy Rose as not to mess with birth order, so we would request 3 and younger. Naturally in my mind this meant adopting two children however reading blogs of adoptive Colombian parents and noticing that most siblings are very close in age in many cases less than a year apart. This does concern me because now we could be looking at 3 under 3. In conversation with my husband, Malcolm, I suggested we put in for 2 siblings. He disagrees he thinks we should just leave it open as we are willing to adopt a sibling group. He has the faith to believe that Heavenly Father will match us up with our children how ever many it would be and it is only Heavenly Father who knows our future circumstances and will provide for us. I have to admit I am having trouble having the same faith. I guess I don't have the confidence in myself to be able to mother the physical and emotional needs to 5 or more children. My safety zone would be to adopt two siblings. I told this to Malcolm and he simply express than if that is the case Heavenly Father knows and we will have a sibling group of 2. Malcolm has no doubts about my abilities and I his but how to I have the faith to turn this decision over and have a peaceful feeling inside. I hate having the need to have things in my control because I think this is what it comes down to.