for free doughnuts… On October 31st, Krispy Kreme gives a free doughnut to anyone dressed in costume. The kids were game and went to work the day before to find things around their house for their costumes. We have Anna (the mama), Alice in Wonderland, Spiderman and a slew of characters from The Wingfeather Saga book series.
I know these guys are probably not familiar to many people, but to us, well they represent hours of audio books in the van. Since we tend to accrue audible credits, we splurged on a four book series called The Wingfeather Saga written by one of my all time favorite singer/songwriters, Andrew Peterson. The kids hung on every word they heard (and Christmas brought the actual books which have been slowly making their rounds among our readers). The fun part of this picture is that we shared it with Andrew Peterson’s Wingfeather Facebook page. He, in turn, shared it with his personal performance page and on the Wingfeather Saga blog. My kids had their 15 minutes of fame. Yes, the doughnuts and this bit of fame definitely made their day.
We picked Mark and Silas up from the airport and immediately drove to our church’s annual family camp. It was such a great time to rejoice. Emmie was brace free. Silas was home. Last year, we were in the middle of our adoption. Emmie had just gotten the halo. Life has certainly changed in a year!
These smiles ya’ll! The highlight of the weekend is the family olympics. This year, Ceili Rain and I attempted the canoe race. We did good. Until we had to turn around and come back. Thankfully we didn’t tip over.
Mr. R let Liam get in some video training. One of the many things I love about our church is the sense of family. Everyone helps. So, if Malachi needed help with a game, one of the other “moms” stepped in to help!
Daddy is super talented…hold the toddler…throw the water balloon. Malachi has to be one of the cutest olympic competitors. Every year, there is a family scavenger hunt. My kids, well, they are some pretty competitive kids (I have no idea where they got that). The above picture was part of the hunt. And yes, our kids won. At the camp, there is a small stone outcropping that they call Little Stone Mountain. This is our trek up the hill. Halfway there and the view was already gorgeous. Made it! So pretty. A little melodramatic re-play. Selfie on top of the rock. Someone forgot to tell our city girl that you need water to make the canoe go. Camp Dog Bandit and Emmie were fast friends. Well, Bandit is friends with everyone.
This is the picture where Emmie figured out she could smile sweetly and say, “cookie” to get a cookie before she finishes her supper.
Mark and Silas arrived home the first part of September. After three weeks separated, we were all extremely thrilled ot see them all. Papa had a wonderful time seeing Eastern Europe for a week with Mark and Silas. We were glad he made it home too!
Emmie was thrilled to see Silas. Since it had been over a year since she had seen him, we were worried she would be a little apprehensive. She was thrilled and had to give him a welcome home hug.
Ya’ll, I might actually be caught up before 2018 hits…okay, don’t hold your breath. Here’s the end of August…and our randoms.
Emmie got “Pwincess” pjs from Ge…and we just had to show them off. A.dor.a.ble
Ice cream at Bruster’s is better if you’re in your swimsuit. Just saying. Don’t forget the pink bow. Having a crown is just as good. Mr. H goes to church with us and has notarized untold numbers of adoption documents and been rewarded a couple of times with supper on us. Then there was that one day he had enough notarizing like a normal person and decided to do it in style. With a box on his head. Smudge sensed something was up. Again. And did everything in his power to keep us from packing for our Ukraine/Grandparent trip. He was not happy with any of us. Cute contemplative cookie eating. Girls in rollers…it’s a rite of passage in our house.
Just because Zoe is pretty and can do some pretty amazing things with her hair. Princess Emmie surrounded by lots of knights…traipsing through the fields. We enjoyed a subscription to Genius Box for the summer (and then three months after because I forgot to cancel it.). Okay, we have four boxes sitting in our school area because I forgot to use them up but they will get used when we are at home with nothing to do. Stop laughing ya’ll. Malachi’s first grown fruit…watermelon. It was left too long on the ground and split. But at least it was something. We got home from Josiah’s hospital stay and I walked in to the girls’ room and realized that one of the cats had used the bathroom in it. Which resulted in me cleaning out the entire room and cleaning all the carpets upstairs. Which resulted in rearranging the room. Which resulted in the discovery that Emmie’s crib (bought used) was starting to tear up). Which resulted in Emmie getting to sleep like a big girl…on the mattress…on the floor. Which resulted in Zoe, Ceili Rain and I brainstorming how we could re-decorate their room. Which we did this past December…and are still doing…so you have to wait on pictures of that. The night after we got home from the hospital. Josiah wanted to crash on the couch. So, we did. Zoe celebrated Urkainian Independence day in her traditional shirt and with a traditional hairstyle. My kids are awesome. And Emmie has shades…Her right eye (which is effected by Horner Syndrome from her first surgery) is very sensitive to light. She finally agreed that wearing glasses was a good idea. This is pretty much how she spent her August. At the water table, in a diaper. Smudge is eating her toe??? We trapped a Emmie. And a Bryant. And an Emmie and a Bryant together. “Small but Mighty” Yes, indeed.
The big news in our ‘hood in August was that Kroger opened up a marketplace with a Starbucks. Um, yes. Grand opening meant a cow was there to pet (some kind of creamery or something). Anyway, my kids enjoyed getting up close and personal with the bovine species. It takes very little to entertain my city kids…okay, me too
In July, while we were in Ukraine, Ginger the Dog got very sick. Sadly, she passed away while we were flying home. It was very sad and we all miss her and called Sunny Ginger for several days.
A long time ago, I started researching different dog breeds and had decided that Cavalier King Charles Spaniels would be a good dog breed for our family. I laughed and told Mark that I did all this research but we’ll probably wind up with a good ol’ mutt rescue dog (when we were ready to get another dog…this was before Ginger got sick) because that is just where our heart is. He laughed and shrugged it off.
The week before we left for our court date in Ukraine, a neighbor posted that she needed to re-home her full blooded cocker spaniel. Her work schedule had changed and she was, sadly, not able to spend as much time with him as she wanted. Mark agreed we could all go meet him. We took Sunny along to make sure she approved. And all of us fell in love. She wholeheartedly agreed to keep him until we returned stateside. The kids and I picked him up on our way in from me getting home.
So, blog world, meet Tot. He had a big brother named Tater…cute, huh? Anyway, he answers to Tot, Totty, Tots and anything else I call him. He is definitely “my” dog and I am perfectly okay with that. We were excited that he is four years old (no puppy quirks) and housebroken! All bonuses for us right now. Mark is confident he’ll never get a puppy again (working on that one). And I am confident that spaniels are the only dog I’ll own (until we rescue a mutt…yeah, I can’t give those cuties up).
Emmie says, “My Tot.” And sometimes, she recognizes that he is “Our Tot.” But Bryant is a good cuddler and Tot knows that!
He likes to bring people gifts when they come over. If you visit, you’ll be greeted with happy barks and a toy…either a kids toy or his green and white polka dot bone.
Winter was trying to escape and decided Tot’s cage was a good place to hang.I did NOT put my large, elderly dog in the cage…we had left it open for a safe place for Tot while he adjusted to our crazy house. We looked and Sunny had gone in and was just sitting there. I think she is in denial that she is elderly. Sweet girl.
One day, while Mark and Silas (and Papa) were in Ukraine, Josiah started feeling bad. Complaining of a stomachache, I dismissed it as a come and go thing. When it didn’t go away the next day and he started walking a bit slumped over wincing when he climbed the steps, I thought it might be something a bit more serious. When he couldn’t jump and started running a fever, we went to see his pediatrician. Dr. B was not very happy with her assessment and sent us on to the ER and alerted the surgeons there.
After a couple of hours (and a bad assessment from a resident who, thankfully, was overridden by the surgeon and attending), we made our way to a room to await the surgeon to remove a very inflamed and pesky appendix.
He wasn’t too happy about being up until past midnight but managed a smile or two. I was very grateful to have a laptop for him to watch videos while waited.
He fooled everyone in the ER because his attitude and pain level didn’t come through in his attitude. He was so brave. He pulled through surgery in the early morning hours and by the mid afternoon was able to sit up.
He got a special visit with former submariners who showed him a video and told him all about the subs. He got a cool hat and an awesome picture.
I praise God for our wonderful pediatrician who knew what needed to be done right away. We also had several friends and family who dropped everything and came to help me with the rest of the kiddos. And for technology. Mark spend most of the night (his early morning hours) on Google Hangouts talking with us and praying for Josiah.