A little blog fieldtrip....

I have to send you over to the Humphrey's blog today to check out pictures of Trey and Ian from their last playdate. It will bring a Tuesday morning smile to your face! Clearly, Ian tolerates Trey's craziness quite well. Thank goodness!

Thanking God today for the gift of laughter!

Tis the season...

... for weddings. And oh yes, new babies. Seriously, I must have 58 friends (or maybe just eight) who have had, or who are due to have babies this summer. While I am no longer eligible for that category, the whole thought still excites me. But maybe that's why it excites me, because I'm no longer in that category.

Anywho...

Bringing home a new baby is just about as exciting as it gets, but it's also a bit nerve-wrecking. Let's face it... your house temporarily goes into some serious upheaval. Or not so temporarily. It changes things. In wonderful new ways, and in challenging ways too.

So for my 58 friends (or just the eight of you) having babies, I came across this great article here. Your older children will not be warped forever, I promise. And if you're not one of these moms but you've been there, pick up the phone and encourage an expecting mom today.

And what category do I fall into now? Hmm...

I think they call this the maintenance phase. Yes, that sounds right. It's a long one, but a good one.

Loving God, and loving people...

(Chase, Ian, Ian's mom Angela, Tess, and Trey at a playdate at our house)

I think back to my last round of school conferences with the boys' teachers, and remember a resounding theme. Academics are important, I know. Tyler and I have a history of being very academically motivated people. Sure, I want them to work hard and to their full potential. But on that conference day, I wanted to hear the other side of the story when it came to my boys. More than academics, I wanted to know... are they demonstrating a love for God, and a love for people?

Now this looks different for each of my children. Just as each of them learns to read at a different pace, they also have their own gifts. One of the greatests joys for me as a parent is seeing God develop those gifts, so that they might love God and people well. Would I consider any one of my children successful if they never went to college and worked as a trash collector the rest of their lives? Absolutely, if they collected that trash with a passion and sold-out abandon for God, and for people.

This summer Trey is developing a deeper friendship with his buddy Ian. Ian came to our church from Jamaica through the miracle of adoption (if you want to be blessed, you can check out his family's story here). Ian has Cerebral Palsy, but I'm pretty sure most of the time Trey forgets that Ian can't walk or have conversation the way other kids do. They are a great match, and became fast friends when Ian first came to Trey's Sunday School Class.

There is a history with these two that's hard to describe; one that often brings me to tears. God is working in Trey's heart through Ian. Trey is overcome with love for this boy (and oh, is he SO easy to love!). I remember when Ian was first introduced to Trey's class at church. Trey came home and immediately wanted to buy a toy for him. He told me that it's fun for Ian to have a toy on his wheelchair tray during class, and he had all kinds of things in mind that he was sure Ian would like.

I have to admit that I got busy and forgot about Trey's request. Several requests and several weeks later, an emotional Trey came down from his bedroom one morning and dumped a pile of change and wadded up dollar bills onto my kitchen counter. With tears in his eyes he said, "Mom, I'll use all of my money, can we just please go buy Ian a toy today?" And we did just that. We had a date, just the two of us that evening, and Trey never thought twice about spending every cent that he had.

The best story about these two came about one middle-of-the-night when Trey woke up with a bad dream. He cried and cried and couldn't shake his fear. I reassured him that God was always with him, and that dreams sometimes confuse us with pictures of things that aren't real. We prayed. I asked him to replace his scary thoughts with something that was real and happy. So we talked about what he could think about that would make him feel better. I threw out things like ice cream, Legos, bike riding and baseball... all with no progress. We were getting nowhere.

And then it happened.

He said Ian's name.

Ian made him happy. His smile. His friendship. His contagious energy for life.

So we got on the computer and found their family blog, and scrolled through picture after picture of Ian. We talked about how God had taken care of Ian when he was in Jamaica, and about how God had a perfect plan for Ian's life - even before he was born. And at 3am, we talked about God's love for us, and how we can be adopted into His family.

Trey doesn't have it all figured out yet. Just the other day, he cried in my arms after a consequence and asked why, if Jesus is in his heart, he still does the things that he doesn't want to do.

Yeah, that's what I want to know too.

I told him that I have the same problem. But slowly, if we'll let Him, God is making us both to be more like Him.

Trey just spent the afternoon at Ian's house yesterday. He reported all kinds of fun, like playing cowboys, checking out the creek, and swinging with his friend. We're hoping Ian can come to our house next week. We'll get as many dates in as we can until school starts up. Trey and I have had great talks about ways he can serve Ian and be a good friend to him. But just like when you go on a mission trip with the best intentions of blessing others, you return only to realize...

you instead are the one being blessed.

After a playdate recently, we said our goodbyes to Ian and his mom down at their car, and headed up our driveway into the garage. Trey suddenly became unusually quiet, sat down on the garage floor and put his head down. When I asked him if something was wrong, he said, "Mom, I loved Ian before I ever even knew him." Somehow I don't think Trey messed up his words. I wonder if God, in all of His compassion and power, put that love in Trey's heart long before any of us ever even knew.

Loving God, and loving people. We hope to do lots more of that this summer.

Summer Fun!

Birthday Girl...

For lots of really great scheduling reasons, we partied simply with this girl this year. It was just our family, and it was a great choice. The boys helped pick a theme for Tess's party, and the conclusion was unanimous... Her most favorite thing in the entire world? A cat named "Bob".

Go ahead and laugh. I laugh every time I say his name too. He is our neighbor's cat, and to say that Tess is majorly obsessed with him is putting it mildly. She wakes up in the morning and asks for Bob. We take several walks across the street each day to go find him. And when we're not trying to find him, we're talking about him. We make up stories about him sleeping or going on adventures in the neighborhood. Tess's number one sentence spoken every day is (with her hands thrown up in the air in confusion), "Bob?? Where-eeee-goooooo?"

Look out when a boy says Bob's name when we're actually taking a break from talking about him. He immediately gets the look. Everyone knows that you don't ever bring up Bob when she's miraculously forgotten about him for five minutes. Geesh...

So we celebrated Bob-style, and she was more than thrilled...

So happy to see her cake!

Bouncing up and down and dancing while everyone sang to her.

Spitting - uh, I mean blowing- out two hard earned candles!

Wait, is someone cheering for me?!?!

Happy Birthday, Tess Elena!

P.S. Oh how your brothers adore you.

P.S.S. Bob? Not so much.

What femininity...

Look what her brothers taught her to do.

Not the naked thing. She taught herself how to do that. She either needs potty trained or duct tape, and I'm pretty sure she's too stubborn for the first option. Even with the pink princess throne potty chair, that plays royal music and all. Her babies sit on it all day long. But her?

No way, baby.

She does, however, like to stand in front of it, push her big belly out, and fake pee into it. I wonder where she learned that? Yes, this one's easily influenced, I'm afraid. That's why she got the potty throne. Normally I'm not so whimsically impractical.

For the record, I'm not hung up on potty training. She's number four, remember? But going naked really isn't all that popular in public, so we may have a problem on our hands. We did solve the naked-in-the-middle-of-the-night issue, though, so we're getting somewhere at least. Kudos to my old high school friend on facebook who gave me the solution: cutting off the feet of her sleepers, and zipping them on her backwards. No more surprises in the night in this house.

Well, naked surprises, that is.

Ah, facebook... what a handy little tool you are. Knew you were good for something.

She's daring, impatient, and wants her momma 24/7. And on occasion, she makes her brothers cry. My favorite line? "You're eight, and she's two. Really, you can't get away from her?"

Yep, she's two now, and we all feel like we deserve an award. These two years have definitely blessed us, and taken every last bit of our energy.

But she has a way of capturing your heart. Once you've earned a place in hers, that is.

One look at that cute bottom, and I forget how much work she's been. She can also be pure joy with that sweet, crooked smile. She makes my boys sweeter boys, and makes me rely on God a little bit more than I naturally would. And that's always a good thing.

Lord, give me patience with this energetic, terrorizing two year old. Help me to appreciate her for who she is, and for who You are making me in the process...