Ky (far right) at the State Fair with three of her China sisters
And prayers coveted today for sweet Caroline and her family (far left) who began their adventure to go bring home her baby sister, MaryKate
Posted by Kristi at 5:49 PM
I need not have worried.
Cause once you crossed that 'language is holding me back' hurdle, there was no turning back. I even kinda remember the day it happened. I had taken you to the restroom at church (halfway through the message of course) and while you were in the stall you started jibbering at me in Mandarin. And you went on and on and when you finally stopped there was a pause as if you expected me to answer. So I roll in with, "You know sweetie, Mommy doesn't understand you when you speak in Chinese."
(giggle) "Oh yeah." (giggle) "I forgot..." (giggle, giggle, giggle)
And from then on you rolled in English. It was amazing.
YOU are amazing!
One thing that is absolutely precious about you is that while you are a spicy lil' bit with lots of pizzaz, you still get tongue tied about being the center of attention. Your expression when we brought out the cake and all sang to you mirrored the one you gave last year on this day when you received your first ever birthday present...almost as if you couldn't believe so much of a fuss was being made over you.
Believe it or not little one (note that I didn't call you baby girl, now that you are five I have to give up the baby part, but you still are the littlest around here) the fuss and fanfare was all for you. We stopped what we were doing to focus on you because we all adore you. You came into this family and filled a spot we hadn't realized was empty until your fullness showed us just how much vitality we had been lacking.
|it was a Frozen birthday with you receiving an Elsa dress from us, an Elsa doll from Grandma S, and Elsa shoes from Grandma M. your little Frozen heart was thrilled!|
With all that I am, I love you!
Posted by Kristi at 10:43 PM
Could five years really have passed since the first birthday we celebrated with you, the day you turned three?
|October 8, 2009. Your third birthday.|
The ability to make us laugh. Back then it was mostly with facial expression. Today it is with your dry sense of humor and pure wit. If any of your fanciful career choice ideas don't pan out, may I suggest to you making people laugh for a living? I seriously have not yet experienced a day that you haven't been able to coax at least a chuckle out of someone...often when they think they are in no mood for a smile. Your big sister even said tonight that her favorite thing about you is your sense of humor and how you are able to brighten our family with laughter.To lighten moods is a gift that you have been given and I hope you always share that with others!
A generous soul. Nothing has been to prized or special to you that it hasn't been considered as a gift for someone else to lighten their heart or help them out. Favorite toys have been freely shared, your most loved panda has been offered to soothe other children, and your piggy bank has been emptied time and again for various causes. I am quite convinced that you would give the shirt off your back to someone in need and I deeply admire the true generosity in your heart.
The desire to be part of a really big family. Just about the time you learned to talk was when you started voicing your opinion about the number of siblings you wanted. Seriously. I still remember the first time you specifically told Daddy and I that you wanted to have five brothers and five sisters. We were driving around the Grand Loop in Yellowstone National Park when you held up your right hand and told us this was you sisters and then your left to show us how many brothers you felt you needed too. You were still two years old. And today when asked, the magic number of eleven is what you come up with for the number of M kids. Don't know why or where that came from, but in your mind it seems to have been set. I also love that anytime in public we come across a mega family that you smile and say, "They are even more blessed than us!" May one day you have a mega family of your own.
Your love of carbs and all foods Chinese. The day we met you we were handed a bag with some yogurt drinks and five bags of potato chips. Guess that was my signal that you and I were going to have food struggles. While you've added carrots, oven roasted cauliflower, "split ham soup" (with it's magic ability to turn green at serving time...one day I'll come clean with you and confess it is actually split pea soup) and green beans ~ with Asian sauce ~ to your vegetable list, you still are a carb junkie. When asked what you wanted for your birthday meal, you came up with "those crunchy things with the brown sauce." After several days of further questioning for details, you finally gave a sigh, shrugged your shoulders and gave a dry, "Okay then. You obviously aren't getting me. How about we just have dumplings?" Until you remembered dim sum. The chance to have jiaozi (dumplings), baozi (steamed buns), AND noodles all at one meal? The perfect solution for my carbohydrate craving Chinese-American son!
You're a snuggler. Well, maybe not quite as much as you were when you were little. And not quite as much these days as I would like. But you did sprawl across my lap just on Monday to read a few books to me. And if I come lay down on your bed to chat before you fall asleep, you are likely to lay your head on my shoulder and bare your soul.
A desire to share God's love. Time and again through the years you have expressed the desire to go spread the news of Jesus and his love to others. And while many nights you struggle to stay awake when it is time for prayers, you often voice your desire to teach others that God loves them.
|your heart is that all would know they are children of the king|
I love you sweet boy.
Today and always,
Posted by Kristi at 10:05 PM
I love catching the museums and wandering around the National Mall, but the highlight of the day for several of my kids may have been our metro in to the city. Something about riding a train underground...
Despite their reluctance to get off the metro, everyone was excited as we ascended the top of the escalator at the Smithsonian stop and stepped into the bright sunshine of the day. Immediately the castle caught their attention and while we tried to gently tell them it wasn't going to be what they expected on the inside, they insisted that we check it out.
|glad we to a pic before we went in...they weren't quite so smiley after realizing it was a museum about the museums|
|really mommy, we don't care about the capital building...and there is NO WAY you can make us walk down there!|
|our future astronauts at full attention as daddy reads information about Apollo 11|
After searching for what seemed like FOREVER for a decent place to have lunch downtown, we were finally given a tip by a local to a food court. Moe's for the kids and a Mediterranean salad for Ian and I found us all refreshed and ready for the second half of our adventure.
And while not much could top a late morning at the Air & Space, meeting up with the Fabulous F fourteen and Uncle Josh to take on the American History museum did the trick.
|with these guys is when our family of seven seems very, very small...|
It looks a little chaotic. Kids (there were seventeen) everywhere. You count a lot.
And just when you get lulled into complacency that they're all keeping up...
|kylie and kimmie...these two just melt my heart with their sweetness|
...your party steps off the elevators (yes...elevators...with strollers added to the mix, even we frequent visitors to China couldn't all squeeze onto one) on the second floor and after the two elevator parties meet up you realize one kid out of the seventeen is missing. Insert about thirty seconds of panic...
But flashback to reviewing the separation plan before we stepped onto the metro the first time. Apparently at least one of our kids was really listening. Before Ian and I got back onto the elevator in a panic, we had the presence of mind to take five steps over to the balcony that overlooked the entry hall where we had last done a count. There stood our missing child, very calmly talking to a security guard. We called said child's name and told them to stay there, that we were on the way down. When we stepped off the elevator on the first floor (though I had briefly considered jumping off the balcony to get their quicker) the guard told us we should be proud of our child as the child had sought him out, told him that they had gotten separated from their family, and was showing the guard my number written on their arm.
Needless to say we started counting every minute after that.
I share this part of the story to remind us all that having an emergency plan when out and about is a must. I'm so thankful God prompted me to do so before we really got started that morning. Our child was rather calm and collected during the entire three-ish minutes we were separated, but if a plan hadn't been reviewed, it could have been a different story.
We spent about two hours together, browsing the American Stories exhibit, Dorothy's ruby red slippers, Apollo Ono's speed skates and Miss Piggy were the big hits there, admiring the inaugural ball dresses of our first ladies, and giving a quick history lesson at the Woolworth lunch counter. We finished up by walking through the Star Spangled Banner display.
And then all too soon it was time for our families to part ways.
The kids were totally bummed.
|caleb and quan...these two would be serious adorable trouble if they lived closer together...|
And to be honest, so was I.
|laine...my sweet, sweet sister in Christ|
**Can't believe they are going to be a family of sixteen the next time we see them. Yes, they are stepping out in faith to bring home twin girls with moderate CP. They are currently selling a cookbook that is a compilation of favorite recipes of folks from their church. I have a copy and have used several recipes already. If you'd like to help, check out this link. You couldn't be donating to a more amazing family!**
Posted by Kristi at 10:34 PM
As of today September is more than half way over. Gracious the first few weeks of school both fly by and last forever. Our afternoons are filled with reading, riding bikes in the cul de sac (now that the weather is getting cooler), soccer and swimming practices and more games of Uno than I ever played as a kid. Right now though the little one is quietly napping upstairs and while the apple zucchini bread is baking, I'll venture back into our fast paced but delightful summer.
The third weekend of summer vacation (last weekend in June) found us on a journey to our nation's capital. We told the kids that we'd be headed up to visit with Uncle Josh and his girlfriend Bethany for most of the weekend, but that first day we were headed to a park. Ian and I were a bit vague about our plans for that first evening and the kids were a bit mystified when after nearly five hours of driving we showed up (early for once) at playground not much different than the one here in our neighborhood.
They shrugged their shoulders and began to play, confused about driving so far to a playground but happy to be out of the van and stretching their legs.
And then one by one, families that we know and love began to show up...
First to arrive was Darcy's "China sister" E. Nearly two years in age separate these two, but aside from the size difference, you'd never know it. They love each other dearly and it took just seconds for them to rejoice in seeing one another unexpectedly.
Shortly after E arrived, the kids were thrilled to see our precious friend Hannah (the Hannah who walked alongside us last year the week we met Natalie) and her amazing brother Jeremy. Daniel and Jeremy go back to the days just after our peanut had his heart surgery when Jeremy would play with him at the foster home.
Not too much longer after that, the Fabulous F family of 14 poured out of their van.
Both Darcy and Daniel claim one of the F boys, Kevin, as their China brother...we met the F family in China when we adopted Darcy (and they adopted Kevin) but he and Daniel lived at New Day together for a time.
And then the party got started...
I'm not sure how many large pizzas were consumed that evening, but it was a LOT.
Even I got a fun surprise as Meredith (a former New Day intern and now sibling of a ND graduate ) showed up just days before her trip to Rwanda with Noonday Style for Justice to join our evening of fellowship.
It was a simple meal of pizza, chips and Kool-Aid pouches for the kids.
A LOT of pizza. Like around 16 larges...
Oh. And Popsicles. Who can forget...or resist...that brightly colored summer treat?
We ate pizza, potato chips and Popsicles. The grown-ups caught up on months that we'd been apart while the children chased fireflies. And then all too soon it was time to part ways. The evening was short, but what a blessing to slow down for one evening and focus on friendships that run deep.
|Hannah gave each family the chance to be photographed together which is a rare treat. While the seven of us spend a lot of time together, there are very few pictures to prove it.|
Posted by Kristi at 1:56 PM