Thursday, March 31, 2011


I choose love. Because love is a choice. And to truly love is to expect nothing back in return. And when someone does not have the ability to love you back... they are in need of it most.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Hard Work Pays Off

The backyard is coming along great. The rock river is complete, 70% of the weeds have been pulled, the little boys have a sandbox to play in, and bark has been laid. All this cost only $130 because we did it all ourselves. We have blisters, and our feet are killing us, but we can finally rest awhile-- just in time since the weather is getting hot. Alex and Dennis spent hours in the sandbox today which made all the hard work worthwhile.

Dennis, Jonny, and Alex play together so well.

Anastasia's smile is so contagious. Her love for animals shines through!

Grandma and Grandpa are down visiting. It has been nice. Finally they got to see one of the boys' baseball games. I am taking advantage of his pick-up. He hauled all the sand and bark today. Tomorrow we are going to rest and take the kids swimming. Crazy I know!

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Ugh-- Can't Live With Them, Can't Live Without Them

Can I scream?
I think Charissa says it best, "Dealing with insurance companies gives me an almost-uncontrollable urge to swear!"

For the last week I have been on the phone for huge chunks at a time trying to get Dennis approved for his specialist appointments. Funny how no one else seems to be as concerned as me--yet they have so much to say without even knowing why I am calling them. Who should have known that Dennis needed a recent hearing test before he could be seen by the ENT? Am I overreacting to think that I wasted the last 20 minutes of my life on hold only to be told that he can't get an appointment until he has a new hearing test? How many months out sounds reasonable to you before I can get an appointment for my son? Three? What kind of plastic surgeon should Dennis see? Who knew there was more than one kind? Whose responsibility should it be to figure it out?

Yes, I have tried to get help from various state ran agencies, and no they won't help us because we have private insurance. No Dennis medical condition has not changed-- he still needs to wear a prosthetic. Medical care and insurance companies have gone a little crazy in the last five years if you ask me. Forget abot the mountains of paperwork they make you out and sign, they make it nearly impossible to maneuver through their automated service and when you do, if you are lucky they will put you on hold until you give up and hang up. I'm nearly convinced that is part of their plan. You almost need a degree to maneuver through the steps of being referred to a specialist-- no joke. And more often than not, I am left hanging, things unresolved only to be forgotten by every medical professional until I call to begin the process all over again the next day.

And this is not only the case for Dennis. Take my routine mammogram. I was referred to the hospital and yet I was the one who needed to make the call to initiate an appointment. I was a little miffed to find out that the soonest appointment was over a month away. "Oh you haven't been seen here before? Well I can get you in next week." I am still scratching my head with that one.

And don't get me started with prescription refills and recurring medical supplies. Getting Alex a new supply of catheters involved changing primary care physicians, and crying to the tech. What an ordeal that was.

Okay, I'm off my soapbox. Sorry. Sometimes I just have to vent.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

In The Desert

John reminded me that we live in the desert. Appropriately so since I feel like I have been wandering in one for the last few months. Funny how I had never made the connection literally until John pointed it out. Thankfully John also pointed out that we are in the desert together.

Since we have moved here, I have yearned for Him more than ever before. Oddly enough, it is in the desert where you are most thirsty. Maybe just maybe we came here for reasons above and beyond John's job.

I said I'd never homeschool, and now I am homeschooling.
I took our doctors and dentists for granted only to realize that God is the One true great Physician.
I always thought there would always be next time to get together with friends and family and now I miss all of them more than words can say.

It has not been easy, even after five months here and it is humbling to still feel overwhelmed by it all. I am normally a very strong woman. But I guess that is prideful, and God knows I need pruning in this area of my life. As I draw closer to Him, I am finding my true purpose in life and that is to love God and allow Him to work in me to further His kingdom. For now, my husband and my children are where He wants me to be, and it took moving to the desert to realize this.

If I am honest with myself I will say that even though I realize this, I still struggle with where He has put me. Like a child who really wants another piece of candy, I want more too. I want to feed the poor, move to Ukraine, open a ranch for troubled teens, fight the injustice, care for orphans, become a missionary-- which is all good, but for now God is telling me to just sit at his feet. Enjoy His presence. Be more like Mary and less like Martha. For now this is where He wants me, so this is where I will be.

A Good Weekend

The weekend was pretty low key. Perfect. On Friday night, I went out for coffee with a long time friend. It was so nice to catch up. When I got home, John left to head up north... het took six of the kids. On Saturday morning we had corn flakes and milk with thick berry compote poured over it-- it was so delightfully yummy.

Andrew and Paul had a baseball game, and it was freezing cold. Half way through I took all the kids home and came back with a hot chocolate to watch the rest of the game. It is so awesome to see how the boys are becoming more confident with each game. They are getting better too. Finally hitting a few balls here and there-- too bad Paul doesn't really know the game yet. He just sort of stands there-- whether he is supposed to run or after his three strikes. The coach has to tell him when to sit down. Thankfully all the parents there are really supportive and seem to be there for the fun of it-- not like some competitive parents can be.

Last night we watched The Christmas Miracle of Jonathan Toomey. There was nothing pish-posh about it! John and the kids came home late so that Adam could play guitar in church. A few of the other kids stayed with Grandma and Grandpa who are coming down in a few days. They'll ride back together. Galina's adoption is coming along nicely. Each of the kids are making their rounds to the dentist, and Dennis has an appointment coming up with a new occularist.

This week the kids have off for Spring Break. That means we get to sleep in. Woo-hoo! And finish up our rock river-- double woo-hoo! In just two short weeks, I am getting away for the weekend with some very awesome women. We will be right on the beach! I can't wait to see these women, I miss them so much. There is a few that didn't go last time, and I look forward to getting to know them better. If anyone wants to join us, there is one spot left.

Friday, March 25, 2011

It's Friday

When it came time for the kids to paint their pinch pots, they were nervous to get started. They wanted perfection.... the perfect color, the coolest design.... something they could be proud of.
Once they chose their first paint color, they quickly chose another, and then another. Once they began painting, they had so much fun. They left that evening with much anticipation.

Yesterday we got to see our finished pieces. Each child was so excited, and yet they kept saying how "professional" my piece looked. For me, it was the other way around. I loved how whimsical, and colorful, and full of life each of their pieces seemed to scream and wished that I would have been more bold when painting mine. My hope is that their lives will be just as bold for Christ!

In art class they learned about vanishing points and had fun designing their own room.
Tonight Caleb and John attended a basketball banquet. They had to bring a main dish so I made Cotlyeti and rice pilaf.

The kids liked the smaller patties that they could pick up and dip like chicken nuggets. I liked them because they cooked quicker.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Books and Pizza

Remember those colored rocks we panned for a few weeks ago? Well, Julia thought it would be a nice touch to sprinkle them along our rock river. Not only did she have a blast doing this-- insert sarcasm-- but we are both sure that doing this will bring hours of delight to those who are interested in finding themselves a special, magical, gem in the Reed Rock River. Pretty corny, huh?

Adam took pictures of Dennis our little ham hock.

Can you get any cuter?

Last night it rained.... and snowed. When I drove Adam and Caleb to school this morning I actually found slush on my windshield.

This is the view from our backyard. Isn't God's creation breathtakingly beautiful?

Tonight was our night out with our six oldest boys. They chose pizza and the restaurant we found turned out to make a pretty darn good pizza!

Minus Andrew annoying Caleb too much, the night was lots of fun!

Each boy got half of a large pizza and the highlight of their evening was being able to take a carryout box containing the leftover slices they anticipated eating tomorrow for lunch. It just warms my heart knowing that we made our sons' day with leftover pizza.

I finally finished the stack of books that were on my dresser so I ordered a few new ones. I am reading Redeeming Love with the girls which just so happens to be the best fiction book I have ever read in my life-- so if you haven't read it, I encourage you do so because it. is. that. good. I am so excited at the thought of it being made into a movie-- I am already planning a date night with hubby! I had such a hard time choosing which of the other books to read first so I had Rachel number them without my knowing and hand me which ever book was numbered 1. Right now I am reading The Hole In Our Gospel. I just love when a book cites a verse and in the process makes you yearn to pick up the bible and read more-- this book does just that.

After coming back from pizza, Paul and Andrew finished packing their lunch.
Good night-- I am off to read!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

More Than the Landscape is Changing

This past Friday Alex stayed home from school. His class was going on a 5 1/2 hour field trip that I declined to send Alex on because of his cathing and medication schedule and no one was there to watch him. So I kept him home and he and Dennis had a play day.

Dennis scraped his chin so we put a pickle band aid on it-- because we all know how pickle band aids make owies feel way better than plain ol' band aids, just ask Dennis.

Anastasia and Sveta have most of the same curriculum, and this is where they do their work.

Here is there most recent work in Wordly Wise.

It was fun teaching Jonny, Sveta, and Anastasia how to use a calculator. Afterwards, we set up a store and played with real money. I made grocery lists which would have a non-specific item like snack or drink on it and they would have to choose Pop tarts, or peanuts, or crackers depending on how much money they had. They each rotated being the shopper, clerk, and bagger.

I love how we have the freedom to do things like this with home school. The kids love it too!

Julia was working on an Algebra puzzle book I chose for her with her educational units and she found some mistakes. I encouraged her to write her first official business letter to let the publisher know. They were pleased that she would take that initiative so they let her choose something from their website for $15.00. How cool is that?
Here is our rock river that we are laying. The water from the yard naturally drains through this area, and we have so much rock in our yard that I thought it would be a neat thing to add to the landscape.
Today I went with a few kids to the local nursery with a 20% off coupon in hand. We got seven new trees, some free flowers, and a couple of shrubs. The guys who work at the nursery took pity on me when they saw how I planned to transport all of our trees home so they offered to deliver them for free. What a totally unexpected blessing!

We spent the late afternoon planting them as John reminded me to think of this time as bonding with our new home since he knows that I still miss our old one. What a sweet husband I have.

As a way to spend quality time with just a few kids at a time, I had the kids vote on which type of restaurant they liked best-- Chinese, Mexican, or pizza. Then I had one of the kids draw a restaurant. Mexican won and so all of those who chose Mexican food as their favorite went on a date with John and I out to dinner. The other kids will go on a different night. They dressed up and had fun picking out John and my clothes too!

We shared each other's food, giggled constantly, and enjoyed our special date night through and through!

Anna got the Shrimp Marisco.

Julia got the Super Nachos minus the sour-cream, onions, cilantro, avocado, tomatoes, and salsa. In other words, Julia had the Un-Super Nachos! And of course, I didn't want all of that yummy stuff to go to waste so I topped my rice and beans with them.

Anastasia couldn't believe the size of her giant chicken burrito and neither could we. Too bad she preferred my fish tacos, so of course I shared with her and she with me.

Galina was in the mood for something spicy so she ordered the Shrimp Diablo.
After dinner, we went for ice-cream. We were so excited with all the new flavors. Galina had carmel apple, and I had Lemon Head, and I sampled Red Hot ice-cream too! As we drove home eating ice-cream, I commented if turning on the heater was a good thing. Yes, it would keep us warm while eating cold ice-cream, but would the heater make it melt faster? Dilemmas, dilemmas.
I just love our family.
P.S. Three years ago, I would never ever in a million years have allowed eating in the car let alone sticky, icky ice-cream. I don't know what has gotten into me, but whatever it is, I think my kids like it.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Worth So Much More

Heather over at All is Well is one amazing Mom. Long before I became the mother of a child with special needs she was raising her son Davin, who is such an inspiration. What she wrote today gently reminded me that my kids are not worth how much the world values them. Rather, their worth is only limited by how I see them-- and I think they are absolutely priceless!
And more importantly, our Heavenly Father made them in His image, and who am I to put a value on that? Love you heart Heather!

For nearly Davin's entire life, he has been EVALUATED. He has been evaluated by physical therapists, occupational therapists, ed. teachers, speech therapists and psychologists (my favorite....NOT!). When he first started receiving services when he was 6 months old, he would be evaluated in several of these areas every six months. I would get the results of the evaluations in the mail and just be crushed. On paper, it looked like he had made no progress and it ALWAYS talked about how different he was from "typical peers". It took me a couple of years to start putting those nice little papers in a drawer. I would not even read them. This has been my habit (for the most part) for the last 15 or 16 years.

When we moved a psychologist came to our house and evaluated Davin and also gave me some kind of assessment to fill out. I certainly know that on the papers I filled out (they were fill in the dot, not the kind where you could write answers), Davin didn't score very high. I mean, really. Some of the questions were so irrelevant to his life. For the psychologist, I was impressed as I watched Davin really pay attention and answer the questions. I also really do like the psychologist and she has gotten to know Davin and really like him.

However......yesterday I received the official evaluation results in the mail. I was so encouraged by how well he is doing in school and how well he did with the psychologist and by the things his teacher has been saying that I (like a silly girl who didn't know better) decided to take a look at the report. Bad idea. It showed that Davin's IQ was the lowest it could be and that he ranks in or lower than 1% of the population. Really?? Are you kidding me? Have you met this kid?

I shall go back to my old ways now. I will put those papers in the drawer and keep them, but never allow them to define who Davin is. My boy is not what is written on that paper and his abilities can't be measured by the regular standards. I know who he is. Davin knows who he is. He is funny. He is tricky. He is smart. He is loving and he is loved. I will not focus on those papers, those words. I will focus on who Davin is.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Still a Good Day

For home school, I have split the kids into two groups based on ability. Sveta, Anastasia, and Jonny do Science and Social Studies and most of their Language Arts together. Today they learned about the five senses. While I was looking for worksheets to go along with my book and video, I came across this website. It is awesome in case you were wondering. Rachel, Annalyn, Julia, Anna, and Galina do special Science and Social Studies topics and special book reading. We just got done reading the Outsiders and have already begun A Day No Pigs Would Die. For Science they learned about bones last week and now they are learning all about oil.

As time goes on, we are all enjoying homeschooling more and more.

I took Sveta and Jonathan for a dentist appointment today. After waiting for half an hour they told us there was an emergency and suggested we reschedule. I took that extra time to swing by WalMart and pick up two new toasters... finally. After five years, our old toaster is dead... literally. No one can say we didn't get every single penny's worth out of that old thing.

Over the past two days, Adam and Caleb have dug eight holes in our backyard. Now all I have to do is go and buy the trees. I can't wait!

Anastasia accidentally gave our bearded dragon indigestion by feeding it carrots that were way too big. Poor thing-- it turned different colors, stood on its two back legs and pooped with all its might. I of course thought it was on death's door and picked it up. It left me a big surprise on my shirt right as I was walking out the door to the dentist. Thankfully it is resting contently in my lap now.

After dinner, Adam offered to make a double batch of brownies. What a nice way to end the day.

Monday, March 14, 2011

What is the Point of Respite?

Respite is a lifeline in the adoption parenting community. Often times it is the open door to reconcilliation when everything else has seemed to fail. The easiest way to define it is this-- a break. A time to take a deep breath.... and to think about everything... or not. For many, it is just that one breath so they don't drown in a sea of overwhelming behaviors and loss. And that is okay. Sometimes a Mom just needs a break.

I so appreciated what fellow Mom Shelley had to say about respite, that I wanted to share it here.

*This is a "touchy" subject in the adoption community....and people have a variety of viewpoints on the subject. Just a reminder that comments are moderated and if you can't say something nice, don't even waste your time here. *
For those of you not in the adoption community, respite care refers to a time where a family places their adopted child into another home for a period of time. Sometimes, this is very short term...a week or two, sometimes it's a little bit longer....a month or more, and sometimes, the respite care becomes more permanent. Just as there are many different "looks" to respite care, there are many, MANY different reasons that a family may need respite. Adoption is NOT always easy. Adopted children do NOT always adjust and "fit into the family" seamlessly. Adoptive parents don't always have all the answers, they don't always know how to cope or how to respond to a child's needs and it can be a VERY overwhelming feeling. Sometimes, the absolute best thing for the parents AND THE CHILD is a time of respite.

For 7 weeks in Jan and Feb, our family provided respite care for a child with Down syndrome. This little one is much younger than our crew and it was nice (and slightly unfamiliar!) to have a baby around the house again. Olivia and Zoie were in heaven....because our little visitor was a girl! She quickly had us all wrapped around her little finger. The biggest surprise of all though was Xander. He LOVED this little girl. He watched her like a hawk. He was very careful around her. When he was in his swing in one of his stimming episodes, she would crawl right in front of him and he would just STOP. He never acts aware of anyone else when he's stimming. It was quite interesting to watch. She would go crawling by him and he'd lean over and pat her on top of the head and then go right back to his stimming (usually spinning) as soon as she was out of the way. He did this time and time again and every time, I was shocked. I don't know why, but Xander was very "in tune" with this little girl. I did make the comment to Robert at least 20 times a day once or twice that if a baby girl could get Xander to "snap out" of the stimming like that, then maybe we needed a baby girl ;)

Anyway, the point of this post is to talk about asking for help. Many times, families who are having a hard time after completing an adoption are afraid to ask for help. They worry that people who were against the adoption from the start will say "I told you so". They worry that those who have adopted and not had any deep issues will brush them off or tell them to just deal with it. They read blogs of other families that have adopted and think that they must be doing something wrong since it's not that easy for them. They worry about the judgement that often comes from "well meaning" people who don't really have a clue what the family is going through.I've thought about this a lot....particularly in regards to families who knowingly adopt children with special needs. In many cases, these families especially feel like they can't reach out for help because they somehow "asked for it" when they volunteered to parent a child with special needs. I really don't know what the answer is. I'm just thinking out loud here. All I know is that there needs to be SOMETHING....some way that it can be communicated to parents that are struggling that IT IS OK if things aren't going perfectly and that IT IS OK to ask for help.....and that sometimes, IT IS OK to say "I need a break, a chance to regroup, a different set of eyes to give me a perspective on what's going on" or whatever the case may be.
You know what?
It's even OK to say,
"This is not what I expected and now I don't know what to do"Can I just say, right here...right now....
IT IS OK to feel these things and to say these things.
IT IS OK TO ASK FOR HELP. IT IS OK TO ADMIT THAT LIFE AFTER AN ADOPTION IS NOT ALWAYS A ROSE GARDEN.I know that there are groups out there for families who have adopted children with special needs. Reece's Rainbow has an "After the Rainbow" group for families that have adopted children that were "found" on RR. But, I hear from people that they are afraid to share, afraid to "be real", afraid to reach out.....and it all goes back to that ugly word JUDGEMENT. I don't know how to move past that. But, I know that the need is there.So, for me, this is yet another reason why I am struggling more to be REAL on this blog. I don't want to just share the roses....I want to share the thorns too. Truthfully, Kullen's adjustment, attachment and his behaviors since coming home have been HARD to deal with. I've shared some of that on the blog. It is an ongoing, every day thing that we deal with....STILL....after 10 months. Just today, I said, "Why do you insist on doing these things. You know by now that we won't tolerate it, yet you continue to push and push." Yep, I KNOW it's attachment related. YEP, I know we have 7 years of orphan life/institutionalization to deal with and that ain't all sunshine and roses. And YEP, in the grand scheme of things, it could be so much worse. But, that doesn't mean it's not hard. It doesn't mean it's not so very frustrating. Guess what else? After 2 other adoptions, I was not so pleasantly surprised at how HARD it was to bond with Kullen. It was just as hard for ME as it was for him. He's still not completely bonded to me. That too is hard for me to even say because I WANT him to be. I want it to be easy. I want it to be a rose garden. I want to just forget where he came from and what he's lived through and to have him just accept me and my love and our family and this life with no issues. I want the act he puts on in front of other people (like at, I wish THAT kid was around all the time) to be the reality we see 100% of the time at home too. I am THRILLED at how far he's come and all that he's learning....and every single day, I wish and hope and pray that it's not the day that he takes the 3 steps back (ESPECIALLY with the poop stuff!!!).
Sometimes, it's a deliberate choiceinstead of a warm and fuzzy feeling.
I don't really know what the point of this post is.I just felt like it needed to be said thatNOPE, life after an adoption is not always rosesand families should not be afraid nor judgedfor saying that or asking for help.
It was an honor for us to be able to help this particular family during this time in their life. I am THANKFUL that they reached out for help. But talking with them and talking to other people about similar topics makes me realize that there is a responsibility in the blogging "world" that those of us who blog about "life after the adoption of a child with special needs" might be neglecting. That would be sharing the it ain't all roses side of things too. I understand that most bloggers share all the good stuff. After all, we want to share the VALUE of our children. We want to show off all that they CAN do. We want to sing their praises and brag on them and show the world that no, having a child with a disability is NOT the end of the world. I get that....and I like to do all those things too. But, somewhere in there, I think there needs to be balance. Now, I can't help but wonder if maybe, I have somehow failed in my overall purpose of writing on this blog. YES, our life is "normal". Nope, my kids have not "ruined my life" or in any way kept me from doing anything I want to do (well, except go to church, but that's a HUGE issue for another post!). YES, I love my boys with all my heart and YES, they are more than capable of learning and they are making huge strides in their development. But, it's NOT ALWAYS EASY.
Yet, I do know why people don't share more of the struggles on their blogs. It goes back to that same "J word"....JUDGEMENT. Other members of the special needs community are very critical of those who share their struggles openly. I've seen it. I've experienced it. If you share anything other than "my life is perfect with my child with special needs", then you open yourself up to huge criticism...and most of it's going to come from the very community that you'd think would support you.
As I said, I don't know what the point of this post is. It's mostly just to get these thoughts out of my head.
What is the answer?
How do we let people know that when they are struggling....whether it be after an adoption(which is primarily what I'm thinking about in this post) or just in every day life with their child......that it's OK to ask for help?
How do we.....those who blog about our lives with children with special needs (especially those who "chose" this life)......provide a BALANCE so that people reading our blogs don't think "There must be something wrong with me that I can't do this as well as _____."
Since I'm on a roll and just speaking my mind on these subjects, let me say this as well.....
If you hear that a family is getting respite care...don't judge. YOU DON'T KNOW what is going on.It's real easy, when you haven't walked a certain path, to sit back and criticize a family and to make them feel bad about asking for help. It is THAT kind of attitude and judgement that makes families hesitant to ask for help when they need it. Raising a child with special needs is NOT always easy. Raising a post-institutionalized child with special needs is even harder at times.
I certainly don't have all the answers. So, I'll shut up now and hope that all of you can follow my rambling thoughts.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

A Productive Sunday

A big burden has been lifted off my shoulders. A big yellow manilla envelope containing five post-placement reports is going out in tomorrow's mail. Hopefully the Ukraine Consulate will smile when they read the reports and see the pictures.

Now I need to fill out all the paperwork for Galina's adoption. We are already scheduled to have our first social worker visit next month!

In the backyard, we began our riverbed of rock that is going to run through the side yard. The fun part is that we are gathering all the rock from our backyard. "Just one more bucket full Sveta." John and the boys made a raised planter box for the garden we are going to plant in a few weeks. Even though most of us have aching backs and blistered hands, we are excited by the progress. After visiting the nursery and Home Depot, I am dreaming of new sand for the sand box, a wooden bridge to cross our rock river, and lots and lots of trees, shrubs, and flowers. I can already envision it-- our version of the Garden of Eden.

While getting the two little boys ready for bed, Dennis asked me, "Can you teach me to drive a car?"
"Sure Dennis, in eleven years I will teach you to drive a car."

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Cause For Alarm??

I'm frustrated to say the least. I got Paul's report card and the notes are very concerning. Things like Paul is calling himself "stupid" and that he has become increasingly irritable and uncooperative at school. Also mentions him being bullied.

Suggestion is for him to come to school well rested. Since when is nine plus hours a night not enough?

Why didn't I know of this sooner?

My gut reaction is to yank him from school. Just a few weeks ago, I met with his tutor and she told me something totally different.

I already called the school and left his teacher a message.

**Big Sigh**

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

An Update on Anastasia

Our sweet Anastasia, her love knows no limits. Her sweet and innocent affection touches each and every person she meets, it is impossible to not smile when she is in the room. We might have given her a home and a family, but she has given us so much more. Her gentleness, her patience, her joy, her hard work, her pride in a job well done--- I never thought a child could be such an example to me.

But she is. And I am blessed.

I noticed that her arm was red and cold long after coming in from outside and so we began a series of tests to see if it was anything serious. After x-rays came back normal, the doctor ordered additional tests. How thankful I am that her blood work for Lupus and Raynaud's disorder came back negative.

Praise the Lord!

Anastasia is no longer speaking Russian... rather she has become a parrot repeating everything I say. It is very cute, and motherly, and I love how her confidence is building. She can read quite well, and is now learning how to write simple sentences. Since we began homeschooling she has learned to tell time, and to recognize the value of money. She is working on concepts such as before, after, more than, less than, altogether, greater than, the sum of, and half past. These are hard concepts for any child to learn let alone a child who is learning English for the first time as a 12 year old.

Anastasia enjoys helping around the kitchen, and absolutely loves being outdoors with Misty and Dolly. She is an extraordinary artist and has finally discovered girly games on the Internet. Anastasia is a homebody-- which is so refreshing!

After nearly six months she finally decided to spend some of her birthday money after much encouragement. She bought gum, a headband, some beaded necklaces, and chapstick. Her excitement in her new found freedom of shopping made me smile from ear to ear. And yet she hasn't asked to spend the rest of her money and actually gave some of it to a sibling for their birthday.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Celebrating Your Day!

Our Alex turned six! After talking about his big day for many months he was thrilled that it had finally come!

We went to the park! And he asked to swing high!

All the kids enjoyed the beautiful fresh air.

Julia and Anastasia frosted the cupcakes. Grandma and Grandpa came down to celebrate too!

Alex made it quite clear that these were his birthday candles.

But Dennis managed to sneak up behind Alex and help him out a little. Thankfully Alex didn't notice. But when Dennis had the nerve to reach out to grab one of Alex's candles to lick it, Alex wouldn't have it. Understandably so. :)

Alex loved opening up his presents. He had finally reached the age to get a handmade treasure chest from Grandpa with special hand painted letters by Grandma spelling out Alex's name.
Alex squealed with delight when we surprised him with this toy car. It was nice to see him so happy with his presents!
Dennis was not happy. That should have been his car.

Today we took a family trip over to see the Cabazon Dinosaurs! They were so cool!

Initially, Alex was very scared. By the end of our visit, he was one brave boy!

The kids had fun looking for rocks with words on them. They got a prize if they found one! A few of the girls found three!

The kids panned for colored rocks-- whatever they collected the could keep! It kept them busy for a long time. Alex could have done it all day!

We climbed to the top of a very tall T-Rex! It was totally cool!

Hope you had a wonderful birthday Alex!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Getting to Know Andrew

Andrew is such a precious gem. He is my nine year old son, totally rambunctious at times, but totally amazing always. He is my sweetheart, and his ability to make me smile at exactly the times that I could use a smile-- well that is a real gift. Straightening up the house, I came across this-- a rough draft of a poem he is writing about himself. Thank you Andrew.

Bio Poetry
by Andrew Reed
1. Fun
2. Smart
3. Athletic

Wishes to have my class listen and pay attention.
Dreams of
having a good job when I'm older.
Wants to
be an Astronaut and explore Pluto.
Wonders if people in my class can pay attention.
Who fears
mountain climbing and falling off.
Who is afraid of
Who likes when my class is quiet and respectful.
Who believes in Santa Claus.
Who loves
Who loves family.
Who loves
Who loves
Who plans to have 15 children.
Who plans
to go up to my brother's house when older.
Who's final destination is being with my family