Medal Standings

The Olympics have the kids pretty jazzed, and because of the brutal combination of hubris and lack of life experience to suggest otherwise, Grant and Grace think they can do every sport better and faster than the competing Olympians.

But, just this morning, I heard Grant commentating a new event.  There was a play-by-play, ending with him declaring Grace the gold medalist (in a stunning show of generosity on his part--he took the silver) in light saber dueling.

Watch out, 2024!

Just because...

                                          

He might not be the world's best sleeper (hopefully, when the kids start school, Trent will be able to settle into a routine), but he sure is super cute!  He babbles constantly, is FINALLY okay with being put down for a bit (that was a long three months), and loves tummy time (prefers it, really).  He has rolled over some, but not with any consistency, and his tummy issues persist (despite five different formulas).  He's generally very happy, and we're counting down the days until our adoption is finalized (August 23).  He has a LOT of personality (so, he should fit right in), and he has his favorite people (momma tops the list, thankfully).  Grant and Grace still adore him, and they are great helpers, for which I am grateful!  

He's pretty darn cute and pretty darn sweet, and we're thankful... pretty darn thankful.  

The Marrying Type

It's no secret that Grant has always had a bit of fondness for the ladies.  He used to flirt with waitresses (usually blonde) before he was two (often successfully... as the waitress would ask if she "could take him home.").  He carried around his princesses during the twos, and he had a strange fascination thing for Wonder Woman during the threes.  But, nothing has compared to Grant's first real love, a girl he met in BSF named Mikayla.

If you don't remember your first love, I get how you might be skeptical.  But, this is no joke.  Grant loves her with as much as a five-year-old boy can understand love.  He thinks about her, talks about her (boy, does he talk about her), dreams about her, and even plans the demise of any other potential suitors.  And, Mikayla loves Grant.  This love has prompted Grant to ask--over the last year--all about marriage.  How do people get married?  Why do they get married?  And, so we've explained as much as we can: from the asking of a blessing from fathers to finding someone who loves Jesus.

Recently, we were invited to spend the day with Mikayla and family at a nearby lake, and, as you can imagine, Grant was ecstatic.  He talked about it for days.  On the morning of, he asked who would be attending, and I listed the usual cast of characters including Mikayla, her brothers, her mother, and her father.   Grant has never met Mikayla's dad, and when I mentioned that he would be there, Grant broke out sobbing.

After calming him down, I asked Grant what was wrong.  He told me he was crying because he was scared... he thought he had to ask Mikayla's dad if he could marry Mikayla that very day, and the thought of making his intentions known and asking for her hand in marriage had rocked Grant to his core.

In the end, I explained to Grant that he could get married sometime after med school (just kidding--I couldn't care less what Grant decides to do), and he talked me down to 19.  I think he's relieved that it's 19 and not 5!  And, in the end, I think Mikayla's dad is more than okay with knowing his little girl isn't spoken for just yet!


Ultimately, I'm also endeared to know that Grant loves such quality girls.  Mikayla is sweet, kind, smart, nurturing, funny and loves Jesus.  She's all a future mother-in-law could hope for... 

The Norm

This morning, I tied a two week old helium balloon to Trent's wrist, and he was so enamored that he babbled endlessly.  Of course, soon as the camera came out, he stopped... but also, we were invaded by the two olders... which goes to show how and why Trent will NEVER have his own video footage or have a moment to himself.  Also, I kept filming the sibling argument... or how and why Mommy Trent will need therapy.

Grace turns 4!

A few weeks ago, Grace turned 4.  It was kind of crazy because her birthday and her "big," luau birthday party were separated by weeks, so it was kind of stalled, but we still celebrated in style.  On her actual bday, she picked a restaurant of choice (the blasted Mayberry Cafe, where they make a big birthday deal of you and kids get a toy... oh, well that the food is beyond mediocre).   Then, it was presents, more cake (and, yes, that is Chewbacca on her chocolate cake... the girl has a SUPER STRANGE fascination with the wookie) and lots of pictures.

Then, almost two weeks later (ah, the scheduling conflicts!), we had another bday bash for the girl!  Nothing like celebrating your bday for weeks.  She loved the presents, the family, and her strawberry cake (thanks, Aunt Barb, for that one!).

The next day, she had to try out her new helmet!

It's hard to believe that the little baby they handed me almost three years ago is the same super confident, super quirky, super sweet little girl today.  We're so thankful for our Wei Wei.  She makes the whole world--much less our little corner of it--so much brighter!

Trent Love

The road to Trent was not an easy one.  I still think about Nadia every single day, and despite what people might think, having Trent doesn't make the Nadia pain go away.  I realize that had we not lost Nadia, Trent would not be here... but, in the end, I want them both.  So, while having Trent does not make the loss of Nadia go away, it does bring it full circle and has shown us the amazing love and provision God has for us.

In Indiana, there is something called the putative father registry, and birth fathers can register with the Department of Health to say that "that's my baby, and I want him back."  Now, Trent's named birth father signed before he was born, and his birthmom signed upon exiting the hospital.  This situation, in the domestic adoption world, is as good as it gets.  However, I was plagued with unbelievable fear that the birth father who signed might not be the birth father.  What if there was someone else?  What if the birthmom had a secret fling and never disclosed it?  What if someone wanted to take love-of-my-life-Trent-David away from us?   Birth fathers have thirty days to claim these rights, and even though it looked picture perfect, because of the Nadia situation and all the deceit we encountered there, I struggled to believe that we'd get to keep Trent.  I struggled to call him "my son," and I often told Grant and Grace to "go help the baby" not "go see what's wrong with your brother."

The thirty days were an eternity.  And then, it took even longer because of "day 30" being on a weekend and the Memorial Day holiday.  I pestered our lawyer.  I prayed like mad.  I cried.  But, early on in the process, I had found this verse, and I felt like David penned it for me eons ago.  It's like it was written just for me, and when the waves of anxiety and fear came, I would cling to this verse from Psalms 10:

But you, God, see the trouble of the afflicted;
you consider their grief and take it in hand.
The victims commit themselves to you;
you are the helper of the fatherless.

Could anything have spoken more to my situation?  I felt afflicted.  I had grief.  I felt like a victim, at times.  Our situation concerned the fatherless.  Three things stuck out above all else, though: 1. It is God, first, who has taken up the cause of the fatherless; I'm just coming in to help.  2. Committing myself to Him was the answer for my anxiety.  3. (and this was the biggest): The image of God taking my grief in hand was the most powerful image of dealing with my grief that I had yet to encounter.  It conjured images of totality, of an attempted ease, of unburdening.

Still, I couldn't be more excited for the day to come to hear that no one had claimed Trent.  And when did our attorney hear the news back from the Health Department... on Nadia's first birthday!  I knew, at that moment, that all the waiting, all the pain, had been so God could say, "See, I've got this--too--under complete control."

I am so thankful for Trent.  So very, very, very thankful.  He is not an easy baby, but he's an absolute dream, and we couldn't be more thankful.  No, really, this isn't a baby we take for granted--we couldn't be more thankful.

So, as for Trent's adoption, we finalize in court at the end of August; we're so happy to be a family of 5... so grateful.  

Not all frowns...

Did I authorize you to bathe me??

Quick FLA Update

I wanted to write up a quick note to let everyone know what's going on with us in Florida.  We're on a 10 day adventure to Orlando, mixing in a little bit of work, a lot of heat, and a whole lot of feeding Trent.

We started out in Kings Mountain, NC last week where I had some business to attend to.  We left Kings Mountain on Thursday and made our way to Savannah, GA for the evening.  Erin tracked down a great soul food restaurant called "Sisters of the New South."   It was pretty fabulous food, but everything was VERY heavy and sweet.  If I had eaten even one more shrimp or grit, I think one of my legs would have spontaneously fallen off on the floor.

We stayed in what looked online to be a decent Holiday Inn Express for the evening.  This turned out to be a mistake.  After working all evening, I crawled into bed to discover that the sheets and mattress were soaking wet.  In my OCD addled mind, I immediately decided that Andre the Giant had stayed in the room the prior night and simply relieved his giant bladder in the bed after a night at the pub.  I have no idea what the liquid was, but it smelled funky, and I'm pretty sure it burned my skin.

I complained, politely, to the front desk that I didn't enjoy sleeping in human waste any more than my infant son, and they gave me a new room down the hall.  Of course, Erin and the kids were already out, so they stayed in the Urine Zone while I made my way to the other room.  What a debacle.

We arrived in Orlando on Friday and took it pretty easy until Sunday.  We have our friends, the Zottis, with us, which the kids obviously love.  (Erin and I love it too, but Grant and Grace ADORE the Zotti girls).

On Sunday, our family headed out to Universal's Islands of Adventure.  We really thought that Grant and Grace would love the Marvel comics section, and even some of the Jurassic Park section.  Buzz.  It's all too old for them really.  The Spiderman ride scared the crap out of them, and after that, it was Dr. Seuss and bedtime stories only.  Employees told us not to do the Jurassic Park water ride, as that would further scar them.  Sheesh.

The day turned out to be a bust, but it was still great to hang out with the family all day.  This trip has really been my opportunity to bond with Trent, and it has been fantastic.  He's a funny little dude, and he's really starting to develop a lot of personality.  He occasionally giggles at me now when he pees in my face, and he's now awake for long stretches, which is fun. 

We spent the day today hanging out at the pool, and I fed Trent all of his 30 bottles for the day.  Having three kids is tiring, but we're loving it.  Erin has decided that Florida heat in the summer is not for her, so this may be the one time we come down here in the heat of summer.  Either way, I love having the family along for the business trip.  Makes me wish I had them along all the time...

No Time... But...

This post will need a redo when we return from our two week vacation that starts tomorrow.  I have so much I want to say and to share, but with that two week trip staring me in the face, I have to get some bags packed.

But, here's the super short, Cliffs Notes version:

Trent is ours.  100%.

Praise be to God.

Trent is Home

Just a quick note to let you all know that Trent is home from the hospital.  He's still running a fever, but we know it's not bacterial, which would have been more serious.  So, it's lots of Tylenol, rest and fluids for the little guy!

It was quite a whirlwind.  Who knew that if you show up with a kid with a 101 fever, who is under 6 weeks old, that you're not going to have a choice if you leave?  Well, I had a choice, but the medical staff said that they'd be calling Child Protective Services if I left.  So, stay we did!  

Here's hoping the little dude gets to feelin' better soon!

Hospital visit

Memorial day

How are you spending yours?  Ours: spinal taps, xrays, ivs and much more.  Poor little guy.

Shorts

1.  I have the flu.  The upside of this is that I have a few minutes to write a quick blog.  Otherwise, I do not.  The downside is that it feels like someone put all of my muscles in the dryer and shrunk them to the point that they are no longer effective.  I cannot extend my fingers even.  Typing the blog hurts.  Really.

2.  Trent cries a lot.  I love him, but this is not cool.

3.  Trent has thrush.  I thought that was a bird, but apparently it's some sort of oral yeast infection.  I could not have withheld the jokes that this would have caused when I was in high school.  I'm older now.  It's still hard.

4.  To fix the thrush, Erin keeps talking about having to boil his nipples.  I cannot tell you how terrible this sounds to me.  Dick Cheney himself couldn't come up with such a terrible idea.

5.  Grant's favorite bands right now are Metallica and the Beastie Boys.  I don't know if I'm failing or succeeding as a parent.  I know what Erin thinks.

Back to bed.  I'll be keeping a close eye on my nipples around Erin.

Playing Catch Up

Things are hectic here, to say the least.  I am saving a big "Trent" blog for when we are 100% certain he is our baby "for keeps," which will happen in the next 10 days or so.  Until then, I have some pictures...

A crazy little girl sang in her spring program.

It's been sooooooooooooo hot already!

Someone looks so cute playing tball!

Mr. Trent

And, my sweet baby graduated from preschool.  Next step=kindergarten.  Cue tears!

Work in FLA

Oh, silly rental car company...

Paternity Day off

Just because

Concerning

Yesterday afternoon as I packed for a business trip, Erin and I had a brief conversation regarding my safety.  Neither of us has had much sleep since the little dude came home, and I was staring a three hour drive in the face.

"You be careful.  We'd be in bad shape without you!"

I basked in the sentimentality for a moment, when Erin lovingly followed it up with "We don't have enough life insurance if you go."

I guess I know my role at this point...Sheesh.

Just a few pics for now...