tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73882258945905481612024-03-04T21:09:13.300-08:00just enoughJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-15207396933590369792013-10-07T08:27:00.001-07:002013-10-07T08:32:34.342-07:00On answered prayerWe finally met Grandpa G. I was so nervous. What would he be like? What would G and N think of him? He arrived in a very nice SUV with his daughter, an aunt of G and N's. G seemed shy at first but she did remember them and seemed excited to see them. N on the other hand had no clue and cried when we passed him off to Grandpa. Then they gratefully hurried out the door so they wouldn't see me cry, which I did whole heartily when they left. When they came back from the visit they were all smiles. Aunt had convinced G to let her do her hair up in a cute braided twist, and they genuinely seemed happy. The real test was hours later when they still seemed content and relaxed. Often a traumatic day for these kiddos shows up later when they become more needy, naughty and restless. By the next day, G was asking when she could go to grandpa's again and see her cousin. She had gotten to see a lot of family at Grandpa's including some half siblings. In the days that followed she was able to visit again and each time she seemed more excited and talkative about her family. She bragged to us that she had two mommies and now two Grandpas! N is more huggable with us and a little needy but since he doesn't know them, its expected. His relationship with his sister will be everything for him in the coming weeks.<br />
I can only imagine how it must feel for G to finally be with family again, lots of family! There must be a sense of relief that they have finally come for her. That they love her, and that she is worth enough to them for them to be coming 'back' for her and her brother.<br />
It made me think of one of our Thanksgivings in New York. We got up early and went to the Macy's Day Parade on 34th st. We had dinner with our New York family and enjoyed all the culinary delights of a great holiday feast. It was a fabulous day, exciting and fun. But I still longed for my own family. Family is like that. Even a semi-dysfunctional one.<br />
It is not the prayer I prayed, but I feel that the Lord has answered us anyway. We hope the family will let us visit or call. We hope that G & N will know we will always love them and always welcome them into our arms should they ever need us. As we prepare to say goodbye and let them move on, we remind ourselves that God has a plan for each of us. G and N included.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-9601632314660679282013-09-25T21:16:00.001-07:002013-09-25T21:16:09.359-07:00We went to court last Tuesday to find out our foster kids' future. Mom is contesting so a new court date was set. The soonest everyone could meet is February 2014. Yep, almost 6 months from now. Mom gets her fair chance to be heard, but what about the kids. GPS believes Mom wont get them back and is willing to move them to their permanent home now, but where is that?!<br />
We found out today that Grandpa was approved as their permanent guardian. From what I know, he doesn't speak very much English, he is single and only just got his own apartment so he can provide a place for them. I can not even describe my feelings right now. This evening I spent a half an hour crying with our cuties because she doesn't want to leave us. I know I am not saying the right thing. And I know there is no right thing to say.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-67376882516476988132013-08-29T21:37:00.001-07:002013-08-29T21:37:18.587-07:00Roller Coster rideThings had been going well... Our little ones have meet their new family, but to them, they have meet 'friends' of ours. They trusted them instantly because the Adoptive Family were our friends. Play dates, sleep overs, fun, gifts. Yep it was a great two weeks. Things <i>had </i>been going well. Then just as we were preparing to get official, we found out that Mom has recruited her father to step in and offer to take custody. <br />
Sure, family is always a first choice... a YEAR ago! They have seen him once in that time and he waits till now to step forward?! But this is normal and so we are on hold. Adoptive Family is still willing but they are on hold as well. Grandpa has to check out, prove suitable and all that will take time. We met recently with our 'team' and decided to back off the frequency of the visits and over nighters until thing are decided (again). All 'parents' concerned came away feeling raw and confused. It was so much to absorb in one blow I found myself playing with our kids during the meeting just to find focus and block out all the feelings squeezing through me. Just when we had seen them safely into their future, there is a real chance they will be sucked back into the life they had before. <br />
I've tried to contact the kids very uninvolved legal guardian, I've written a letter to the judge and I've prayed fervently. We are fasting for them on Sunday if anyone would like to add their fast and prayers to ours.<br />
This morning I did something I haven't done in months. I woke up at 5am and went for a run. I ached in a few old places and some new places but had a great time and felt refreshed. I tried to clean, organize and anchor my self and my spirit. Tomorrow our cuties come back from their visit with their Adoptive Family and we continue on just as we have. We will be their safe haven for as long as we can. We will give them routine. We will love them. We will deal with tantrums and use each moment to teach. And we will pray that their life lessons wont be as hard as some children really experience day to day.<br />
Pray for them. <br />
<br />Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-56073525202956222532013-08-08T17:14:00.000-07:002013-08-08T17:14:07.067-07:00I met Mr. Right...and Mrs. Right!<br />
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We had a Foster/Adoptive Parent meeting this week. With out kids present and just a preliminary introduction. <br />
And we love them.<br />
They are a beautiful couple, with children of their own. They were articulate, compassionate, knowledgable and fun. They asked all the questions we would want our foster kid's parents to know. They have actually been preparing themselves and their family for two years to get everything in order. They were clear up front that they have seen friends go through this and have taken the romance out of this process. They understand that this will probably be the hardest thing they will ever do and are committed to making the lives of these children better by what they can offer (and that is no small thing)! <br />
We already recognize that we have little say in the matter but meeting them has really comforted us. We asked what kind of involvement we might have in their future and the family is open to keeping in touch with us. Instant friends! <br />
And they asked the hard question, the one we dread but think every potential adoptive parent should ask of a foster family. "Why are <i>you</i> not adopting them?"<br />
This one brought tears to everyone as we explained we always wonder with each placement if this child might be a part of our family but with these two we have felt that there was another family out there meant for them, and we weren't it.<br />
At the end of the meeting, the CPS staff told them they had to take 24hrs to think it over and that we would hear from them the next day. That was Tuesday. Wednesday they called. Yes! Monday they will come and meet the kids at our house (oh help, I've got some cleaning to do). From there, play dates, over nighters, and then it will be permanent. Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-15500256231761002192013-08-04T15:36:00.002-07:002013-08-04T15:36:41.149-07:00Being Schooled<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A new school year is upon us and with it many new learning experiences. We will have some changes in our home as well as our Foster Children transition to a new family. Mom wasn't able to get it together and extended family is unavailable. Recently we met with their case worker, their developmental therapist, and our licensing worker to discuss the new family that has been chosen for them. Even though I knew this was coming, I sat through the meeting trying to contain all the emotions that bubbled just under the surface. I can not really express all that I am feeling through this experience. Sadness that they are going, betrayal that I am allowing this to happen, protective over my children's needs, anger, pity and sorrow for Mom who is loosing her beautiful children to her own addictions, impatience at this system, joy for the children's chance with a new and permanent family, what have I left out?<br />
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As I sat in this meeting, I watched this group of people who have chose to make watching out for lost children their life's work. I felt such gratitude that we were taking such care to find a family that would love our Foster Children for the rest of their lives and possibly eternity. I loved to hear that a couple with stable incomes, and three children of their own, counted their blessing and new they'd been given enough to share. I'm so glad to have known them,and enjoyed their personalities. I feel somehow that I have really lived, experiencing all this and letting all these emotions wash over me as my family has tried to make a difference. Does that make sense? Their therapist assured me that my emotions were important and by going through them, would be able to then help our foster daughter through her feelings. <br />
We will meet them on Tuesday right after meeting our kid's teachers. It will be our job to tell them everything we can about these children and give this new couple the best chance at making this permanent decision. We will give them all the good (the easy job) and all the struggles that they may face from what we have learned about them in the 10 months they have lived with us. I know couples who take years before deciding on marriage, and these people will have one meeting to decide. We will not introduce the kids until later and will let them get to know one another gradually. You can't move kids like you move furniture despite what some court says. <br />
My prayer is that we are not part of their trauma, but are the bridge to a better future. We are winging this. But this is the year to learn. Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-19089134668422067772013-06-04T11:54:00.004-07:002013-06-04T11:54:40.268-07:00now where were we...So, yes it has been ages since my last post. I hope you are not looking at this blog neglect with disdain. Rather imagine that we are two friends sitting at a party catching up on old times when I was called into the other room to help out with something and then was hit by a car, and put into a comma. What ever conversation we were once having becomes unimportant when you want to ask the bigger question "How are you doing?"<br />
And I answer, "These days, we are doing the best we can."<br />
What car crash has derailed me so?<br />
These two little cuties added to my own little cuties and all that goes with it.<br />
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Knowing the need was great, we prayed, discussed and agreed to foster a sibling group.We have fostered for almost 3 years now and felt we could try two. Because if one extra was good, two would be great, right?! Yes....and NOh boy! Our cuties have been with us for 8 months now and through all our experiences and ups and downs we have come to a crossroad. Mom may not be able to 'get it together' in a healthy amount of time and these little ones shouldn't be left waiting for grown-ups to grow up. What happens next? Your guess is as good as ours! We feel there is a forever family out there for them. While we don't feel that we are it, our hearts are breaking wondering how this will all play out. In the next few weeks we will have an answer but until then, we are trying to figure out how to tell a three year old that Mommy isn't working out and that there may be another family for her. Our 1yr old won't even begin to know what is going on.<br />
Through all this, I am wondering, did we help at all? Are we just another trauma for them? Is this worth it?<br />
Yes, Yes and Yes. <br />
No, it's not easy. It's not even fair. And on top of all that I have just told you, I am about to try and recruit you. There is still such a need. In Arizona alone there are over 1200 babies in group homes. (A great place to survive, but not a healthy, loving family) But there are so many good kids that need a chance to see normal, even for a little while. It is heartbreaking, but it is the best we can do. <br />
So my house hasn't been really cleaned in 8 months and I am tense with the stress of what will be decided in court in a few weeks but again, 'I'm doing the best I can.'Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-28166348730742279242012-11-13T10:17:00.002-08:002012-11-13T10:17:49.051-08:00#12 Running<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm a new comer to this sport but I will make up for lost time as best I can. I love the personal challenge running can give you when you are competing with yourself. I love the energy and fitness it gives me and I love the peace it gives when I am running early in the morning and the rest of the world is still asleep. It rejuvenates my tired body and my weary mind.<br /><br />Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-16070508668784346972012-11-13T10:12:00.001-08:002012-11-13T10:12:27.305-08:00#11Veterans Day and all our holidays that give us an excuse to take a pie to our neighbor and thank them for what they've done.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-42327140692910968162012-11-13T10:10:00.002-08:002012-11-13T10:10:51.533-08:00#5,6,7,8,9,10My kids! (Is that an easy way to get caught up and brag about my kids? Yes)<br />
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Jack:Great babysitter, cook, black belt and wonderful running partner. </div>
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Grant: Smart kid, great sense of humor, helpful around the house and fun sense of humor.</div>
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Hailey: Charming, smart, great fashion sense, helpful with her younger siblings and so cute!<br />
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Mackay: Slow to warm up but oh so cute when he does, inventive, friendly, and great company.<br />
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G and N: So adorable and lovable, they bring life and excitement to our family.<br />
<br />Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-76344514844883283752012-11-07T12:47:00.000-08:002012-11-07T12:47:00.059-08:00#5 NeighborsWe love our neighbors! We have a couple of families around us that have kids our own kids' age and they love to play together. In the cooler months its not uncommon to see a bunch of kids roaming the street! We've been invited to a few fiestas complete with Carne Asada and have neighbors who will watch our dog, bring in our barrels when we're on vacation and just chat as we pass. Each spring we have a block party and hang out and BBQ together. Its just nice to live around kind and friendly people.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-58535844115356090852012-11-07T12:28:00.001-08:002012-11-07T12:28:44.200-08:00#4 Appliances<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am so thankful for my appliances!Don't think me shallow, we are so lucky to live in a day where we have machines in our homes that clean our cloths, and carpets, keep all our food fresh, filter our water, wake us up as early as we want, keep our homes warm and cold and even water our landscaping. Its the little things in life right! <br />
This cute picture comes after the ugly fridge that came with the house finally died! We thought the timing was awful until we found a fridge on craigslist that was less than a year old, has water and ice in the door, matches our colors and was such a steal, we payed cash for it! Here my little ones, plus some neighbors had fun giving it a polish before we plugged it in! LOOOVE IT!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-13109775418086510282012-11-03T20:52:00.000-07:002012-11-03T20:52:10.917-07:00#3Enthusiastic, talented People<br />
Have you ever meet someone that you thought was just so over the top enthusiastic about something that it almost made you sick? There was a time when I felt that way... but really now I am so grateful for them. When I feel tired and beat from my own routine and then go to a Cub Scout meeting, Band Boosters, preschool drop off, Institute or anything and the people are so enthusiastic about what they do, I feel so overjoyed! I think to myself "thank you" for being enthusiastic and passionate about what you do for me or for my children. I love that they are so able to put energy into something I currently have no energy for! I am glad to pay for people who love to teach piano, dance, and karate and are serious about having my child succeed when I think my only victory was getting them there! I feel their energy and am inspired by it. Thank you, Thank you to those people in my life who give me a lift, when I need it and are the village it takes to have wonderful children turn into wonderful adults!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-26269814743243763482012-11-02T22:20:00.003-07:002012-11-02T22:20:58.207-07:00#2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My husband. This isn't just a 'yada yada spouses are great kinda' post. I <i>love</i> my husband but let me tell you one reason why. He has such an even personality, it takes a lot to really get his feathers ruffled. When trials come, as they do and I am struggling and wondering if this will ever end, he is very calm and can always tell me things are going to be OK, even if he may not be sure about it himself. He reminds me of the scene in <u>Princess Bride</u> (celebrating 25 years of movie greatness) when Buttercup and Sweat Wesley are in the fire swamp. After the sand pit and the fire, Buttercup is just sure they will not make it out alive (I relate some days) and even after Wesley has seen the ROUS's (in our case <u>R</u>owdy <u>O</u>ffspring of <u>U</u>nusual <u>S</u>ounds) , he still assures her that they will be fine.<br />
Yep, that's my husband. And so I am thankful for how he can smooth out bumps in life and still be as sexy as he as shown above. He is a big reason for my sanity and peace and although I once wished he would open up more about what worries him, I am glad he stays the rock in our relationship.<br />
P.S. Did I mention he didn't complain when I convinced everyone a desert hike in October's 90 degree weather would be fun!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-41107981649756164742012-11-01T21:36:00.000-07:002012-11-01T21:36:50.183-07:00A month of Thanks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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To take from my wonderful sister-in-law Molly Jackson <a href="http://www.hopesmilingbrightly.com/">(check her out!)</a>, there are so many things to be thankful for. So I'm starting my month of thanks with <i>Prayer</i>.<br />
#1<br />
<i>Prayers of Gratitude</i><br />
I started this great institute class where the teacher suggested to pray to see things that we don't normally give thanks for in our lives but are there none the less. I tried it and I loved it! I continue to love it and am surprised at the tiniest things that I don't think about but that really make such a difference in my life. I have had so many wonderful experiences, for example...<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">One evening I was preparing for a devotional and found a small sentence in a manual. It talked about adaptations that could be made for certain church activities and meetings in places where it was not safe to travel at night or on weekends or where bus and other transportation could be interrupted because of violence or political unrest. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">My 13 year old son goes to a week day activity eac<span style="font-size: x-small;">h <span style="font-size: x-small;">Wednesday,</span></span> often walking with friends and I don't worry about a road side bomb keeping him from getting there. How blessed am I? We have such a great support in our church of classes, activities, meetings, friends who visit and all of it takes place safely a<span style="font-size: x-small;">nd <span style="font-size: x-small;">routinely</span></span> because of my address. I don't even worry about snow (sor<span style="font-size: x-small;">ry Molly)</span> </span><br />
And that was just one of my experiences in praying for true perspective in all of my blessings. I love how the Lord answers Prayers with more blessing and more insight and I'm grateful for the chance to pray to Heavenly Father. 'Course this really could be labeled 'revelation' or 'location' or 'evocation', or what else ends in <i>tion</i>?<br />
I've got 30 days and how will I fit it all in?Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-34753250352990293712012-10-02T21:29:00.004-07:002012-10-02T21:29:53.595-07:00PerspectiveMy Good Friend Kristy posted this quote in a past comment. It is worth repeating.<br />
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"The poorest shack in which love prevails over a united family is of
greater value to God and future humanity than any other riches. In such
a home God can work miracles and will work miracles."<br />
-David O. Mackay<br />
I had a teenager over the other day to help out with a project of mine and get some service learning hours for her class at school. As she was leaving, she gave me a huge compliment. She told me she really liked the feeling in my home and it seemed we all liked each other and got along well.<br />
<i>I loved hearing that</i>.<br />
That is what I'm really trying to achieve. She so graciously looked past the clutter of school papers to be signed, the spit up stain on my shirt and the smudge marks on the wall to notice the feelings we enjoy together as a family. It made my day!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-4249185614830913382012-09-12T12:16:00.002-07:002012-09-12T12:16:40.460-07:00The Music Lesson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As parents, don't we struggle with what we want our kids to learn. Some lessons we want to come more quickly,( like potty training). Some lesson will take time, (like realizing how cool your siblings actually are). There are the more tangible skills like how to play the piano and throw a ball. Then there are the skills you can't perform on a stage like, perseverance, kindness and patience. <br />
The hubby and I decided we want each of our children to be active in something but not over book their schedules with busyness. Something musical and something physical seemed balanced, in theory, until you multiply by four, and add school activities, scouting (which is a must) and other church based activities. Grant (above) leaves for school at 6:30 four days a week for his band lesson! My oldest son is now in Jr High and his interest in band is waning. To keep him going we went down to our local Music Store and looked into renting a shinny new Baritone so he wouldn't have to use the school's well played Baritone. As we talked it over, we realized the cost of a rental was the same monthly price of the hip hop class his brother really wanted to take. So we left the store with out an instrument and had a very neat conversation on the drive home. As a Mom, I felt dejected for not providing him with everything I thought he needed. Jack understood our limited funds. He knows our desire to stay with in our means and allow for each child to have a chance to grow and learn and as we talked he admitted that in the future, the piano would be something he would like to learn and would have more use for. I was so impressed with his maturity (and reasoning out of something he is hoping to drop anyway).<br />
It started as as a pity moment but I loved this chance to have a real discussion with my son. It looks like there have been some intangible learning going on and I like what my son knows!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-44782026878454256262012-08-28T14:26:00.001-07:002012-08-28T14:26:31.845-07:00Changes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My family had a wonderful <i>lazy</i> summer and enjoyed every minute of it! And we've made some changes in our family this summer too! Bittersweet changes and scary changes.<br />
Our Foster Son Adam left us to go home to Mom in May and we are so excited for their success! We welcomed Angelina into our home and loved her for two months until Grandma was able to take her home.<br />
We said good-bye (partly) to our long time friend Molly B, who we've watched since she was 2 months old. We will get to see her a couple of times a month, which will help with withdrawls and Mackay will still get to see his long time BFF.<br />
School started and my kids are back to school. Even Mackay has preschool 4 days a week for a few hours.<br />
So with out the extra income from babysitting, and Mackay transitioning as a school aged child, we came to the big question. Do I start working outside the home? I have been sitting on this goldmine called a Diploma for 12 years now. Is now the time to put it to use? My husband and I have talked at length and prayed unceasingly about this. And there is no easy answer. I still need to find ways to help bring in extra income, unfortunately that hasn't changed.<br />
But I have noticed things in my kids lives that need all of me to be there for. And I love being there for them. With less on my plate I've been able to focus on my family more. I think if I could give them one more year before I take on a new job, I will never regret it. We know it's the right answer for us.<br />
<b>WHAT I NEED FROM YOU</b>:<br />
We will struggle as a family like never before but I'm determined to see the good in our decision for me to be at home. I know there are ideas on making a little extra income, and ideas on saving a little extra, but what I need most is the support of moms who are also struggling and see the worth of their struggles. Send me your stories and I'll post them. I'll also post the little miracles I've experienced since actively working on being positive about struggling to make ends meet and still see the bigger picture.<br />
Please spread the word about this blog. Moms, Dads, working or otherwise, I'd love to hear your say on the matter! I know my family can make this work for just a little longer. We may never become millionaires but we'll gain something even better. Can't wait to see what that is!!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-85752377108642042992012-02-29T14:27:00.002-08:002012-02-29T15:05:42.491-08:00Dear Ragnar Team...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-nJB6x7zLa_ilaLNEnB42yLBWKCdQgSK1RZnIWgEaEAJOxAu7GWL2kGyz0hg89LuTuf00It2rFNfzxVaUe5f6aT0hr9VEMCfZT0591kJruRmGKXgW0ZIOCTQV4-SflLepuSCuGNHJPec/s1600/02-26-12+065.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-nJB6x7zLa_ilaLNEnB42yLBWKCdQgSK1RZnIWgEaEAJOxAu7GWL2kGyz0hg89LuTuf00It2rFNfzxVaUe5f6aT0hr9VEMCfZT0591kJruRmGKXgW0ZIOCTQV4-SflLepuSCuGNHJPec/s400/02-26-12+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714688566049689954" border="0" /></a><br />Let me explain!<br />Yes, we did discuss how we would cross in formation, running proudly across the finish line in our awesome team shirts. But being the last runner in this whole race gave me a lonngg time to wait. So when I came running (dragging in, really) into view of the finish line, something came over me and I just started sprinting. I didn't know I had it in me really. I'd like to think under the circumstances, (if you hadn't already worn yourselves out with long legs getting us there) that each of you would also have run with all your heart to cross under that glorious orange Ragnar finish line. Scott you started us off in the whole race. Robert, you injured your ankle and still had the farthest distance. Kady, your finish line was way back in Fountain Hills and your family still came to cheer you on. Lori, Trevor, Tyler, and all of Van #1 really, you gave us such a lead, we were way ahead of schedule. Monica, our team captain,you took those hills for us like a soldier taking a bullet (not a cop taking a bullet because well, you know...) Jim, you kept running even though your finish line was around the corner, behind this store, over to the left... Heath and Brent you joined our team to make us a complete set and ran without complaining, much. And Chris, my wonderful husband who down played the fact that you were injured going into the race and would not yield any of your runs. <br />My sprint at the end was meant in the spirit of team work. But can you blame me really, since running is a solo sport?<br />Great job everyone. I'd love to do it again next year, even if you give me leg seven.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-25478388798635246242012-01-30T07:26:00.000-08:002012-01-30T07:40:05.246-08:00New Year, new laws<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_AUmkQZcSkZLWczfo9zWSfFuppYC1JqptONM8X1JwcL04sV64rGoEJvFE7z3gvZA8pxCpTCXwNRk7XJdcLZrikDfWRyvnnZtjK5ZQuZWKOhR3XLWuQtv0gDHvx_h57BxrYWkvEqj74ek/s1600/B+%2526+W+Adam.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_AUmkQZcSkZLWczfo9zWSfFuppYC1JqptONM8X1JwcL04sV64rGoEJvFE7z3gvZA8pxCpTCXwNRk7XJdcLZrikDfWRyvnnZtjK5ZQuZWKOhR3XLWuQtv0gDHvx_h57BxrYWkvEqj74ek/s400/B+%2526+W+Adam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703447061901075378" border="0" /></a><br />Our Foster son, Adam, is growing and getting cuter everyday! His mother is making great strides in her life and now has weekend visits with his Mom. Yeah for Families! They have a good chance for happiness together. Though, he's starting to show confusion from visits, and our heart aches for his inability to understand or verbalize whatever he might be feeling.<br />The State of Arizona's CPS has passed new streamlined laws (in effect soon) that will shorten the drama for children in care. Parents of Children under 3 will now have only 6 months to get their act together and get their children back. The state has deemed any time after that is unhealthy for children who need to establish a bond with a permanent family. We hold our breath to see the out come of this law, but this will change so much. Potentially they will need more couples ready to be a forever family to these wonderful young children. Ever thought about it? You should.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-36064434788060612972012-01-16T20:30:00.000-08:002012-01-16T20:37:52.831-08:00Running, on<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6GscgJ_eHV0cDvZVDeR4se0lEkxU-h3rNdsDWWTsvYEFwNyEkprN9Lc0_hdaFM9879e8QMQ2lEypfGDw69MziUP3rGKnUgJq1aZU0bA5FLgLcRz3D07hA6Q7bz6X1LDJ08N14dj8iP-U/s1600/logo-new.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 87px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6GscgJ_eHV0cDvZVDeR4se0lEkxU-h3rNdsDWWTsvYEFwNyEkprN9Lc0_hdaFM9879e8QMQ2lEypfGDw69MziUP3rGKnUgJq1aZU0bA5FLgLcRz3D07hA6Q7bz6X1LDJ08N14dj8iP-U/s400/logo-new.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698454008157781362" border="0" /></a><br />I'm a runner as much as making my family dinner each night makes me a chef. But I am enjoying my <span style="font-style: italic;">early</span> morning runs. The sound of my feet, the rhythm the body just naturally falls into, the quiet except for small conversations between running partners, it's all great. And because it's so much fun I'm on a Ragnar team! We're running the Ragnar Del Sol in Arizona in Feb. 200 miles between 12 people. My Husband and I are running it together! Can't wait to have fun, and see how race day adrenaline will affect my pace. I ran 8 miles on Saturday and feel great about it. I"ll post pictures although I hear pictures really can't convey what this kind of event is really like.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-50016745955516708832011-12-10T07:57:00.000-08:002011-12-10T08:00:31.075-08:00Give away!My talented sister-in-law has a fun, crazy, honest blog about her life, her family (my brother and nephew) and her feelings after losing her 2yr old daughter, my niece Lucy. Check it out here:<br /><div style="text-align: center;">http://jacksonparkcity.blogspot.com/<br />And while you are doing that, you can enter her give away for lots of cool stuff, which I am hoping to win! Happy Blog staulking!<br /></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-84063284469046289632011-11-03T16:16:00.000-07:002011-11-03T17:21:46.294-07:00a hot cocoa in timeJuly 13th or around that date (literally) Hailey spilled her hot cocoa on our desk calendar.<br /> Why was she drinking hot cocoa in the summer in Arizona, you ask? She took swim team this summer at 9am but thought the pool was too cold. As a motivator I would make her hot cocoa to take in a insulated cup to warm her insides while she swam in the cold water. It only took a month for the water to warm up.<br />Back to the spill...<br /> As soon as it spilled, we mopped up what we could but it spread into the crease and to the months ahead. It's been an ugly blot on the calendar and I have looked forward to the month when I would turn the page and it would be a clean fresh month. It happened November 1st and now I miss the darn spot. It went much quicker than I expected and makes me nervous for how fast things are moving. <br /> Mackay asks over and over again if he is "this many" yet, holding up his four fingers. No Mackay, you are still three. "Aw Man!" he exclaims dishearteningly. Will four ever come?-he thinks. Will November ever come?-I thought. Can I slow things down? I wonder now.<br /> I have decided to get a Sonic gift card with my next years calendar and tape it to some random day that seems so far off. Then when it comes, I will reward my self for getting there! Endure to April 7th!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-33756145160391355732011-10-18T14:38:00.000-07:002011-10-18T14:59:33.051-07:00therapy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKjf2-hxhV4E_oWuPfspdtxz1fMFIsNGxB0YJFhPeWoYi0WZZRfU0SW726O3uRoBUNa3yk-StbR-XMRRaoD5l32ZGZ7RFn9Mg9jsVvVY8OGL50m5nLmqlQK-UxeZfj3PaMj2xjtXWJJJs/s1600/P1000966.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKjf2-hxhV4E_oWuPfspdtxz1fMFIsNGxB0YJFhPeWoYi0WZZRfU0SW726O3uRoBUNa3yk-StbR-XMRRaoD5l32ZGZ7RFn9Mg9jsVvVY8OGL50m5nLmqlQK-UxeZfj3PaMj2xjtXWJJJs/s400/P1000966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664954077325193250" border="0" /></a>(Poor kid's neck is so large I don't dare snap the top snap on his outfit!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Jd_3DqyeMUtHRoDtckznDztcGi-549m7xF3ZBi_UW0tAnJNQlmyVRqkjaoXNLdnvj70qgMn1IcGanlCsvNtRgNJBHNoZZNxGa3Lqvau0NWHOXw53g8Iv3EsN68b_B8bsQ5GAS70lXZY/s1600/P1000962.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Jd_3DqyeMUtHRoDtckznDztcGi-549m7xF3ZBi_UW0tAnJNQlmyVRqkjaoXNLdnvj70qgMn1IcGanlCsvNtRgNJBHNoZZNxGa3Lqvau0NWHOXw53g8Iv3EsN68b_B8bsQ5GAS70lXZY/s400/P1000962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664950502293773538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODuoLr8HcnfrJKtZcTX0wJk2KbIx0ggTRHqe00W5bMurjSokUO4yIVAmHNw42S9cCSEG8XCbOtgjXoQSOH5pReXOb6WT-fMJFDhTfCkDMAWIA9oUr1Wm9NeR_qERGMieXgiqYMyMDc8M/s1600/P1000959.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODuoLr8HcnfrJKtZcTX0wJk2KbIx0ggTRHqe00W5bMurjSokUO4yIVAmHNw42S9cCSEG8XCbOtgjXoQSOH5pReXOb6WT-fMJFDhTfCkDMAWIA9oUr1Wm9NeR_qERGMieXgiqYMyMDc8M/s400/P1000959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664950496239482578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9w2U_QPX5Zl0vEmGIbW5thTKUR_Q5bB8SWfjzfjSwMXVhyphenhyphenxizBZTtq8bcP_C34cVfkJ-59eyxTdtlJE5EMzHooFxY0h1AwcRmdKZJhFzmfrCSzSGr3SnF0BsmiCfxazu9q-Ir3chjJ4Q/s1600/P1000965.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9w2U_QPX5Zl0vEmGIbW5thTKUR_Q5bB8SWfjzfjSwMXVhyphenhyphenxizBZTtq8bcP_C34cVfkJ-59eyxTdtlJE5EMzHooFxY0h1AwcRmdKZJhFzmfrCSzSGr3SnF0BsmiCfxazu9q-Ir3chjJ4Q/s400/P1000965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664950502253878258" border="0" /></a>Our foster son has physical therapy once a week. Because he was drug exposed his body was really stiff and so milestones that come naturally to most babies are slow for him. Our loving therapist Jill started just by moving his arms. Soon he was reaching out for the toys around him. Then she rolled him back and forth so his body could feel what rolling should feel like. Each time she puts toys around him, above him, in front of him and then makes the lights and sounds flash to encourage him to reach out. Sitting, tummy time, standing are all part of the 'work' he does each week. She runs a tight ship! At times he tolerates all the moving and working, but towards the end he is just down right cranky.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> "To much movement, to much stretching! I want to be left alone." He seems to say.<br /><br /></div>And I reflect on how something so easy for so many is so challenging for him. I saw a program on therapy for returning vets, especially those with head trauma. They had to relearn to do such simple things like eat, tie their shoes and eventually grocery shop (OK that last one can be tricky, but you get the idea). Men and woman who once commanded soldiers into battle now start over again in humble baby steps. I also think about my Brother and Sister-In-Law who are relearning to enjoy life after their daughter died, and another family member who is learning to trust God and try His plan for them.<br />Keep working guys! Rolling over may be hard but the toys are worth it.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-68048877059192658972011-10-02T20:02:00.000-07:002011-10-02T20:17:17.876-07:00yeah!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6c2y-FaxVNJzWwA-9Va_6tcivTy2jCBpWNdjvPLlD147J_vXTFdEAtySUcmXR3r7Sx9Bx1YT6bd9bEwod8A2S74RMldeWqHQJKX7kKZyhzUBPozCHKlxCyUxWZ7TjWbna3phoAI150yQ/s1600/driving.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6c2y-FaxVNJzWwA-9Va_6tcivTy2jCBpWNdjvPLlD147J_vXTFdEAtySUcmXR3r7Sx9Bx1YT6bd9bEwod8A2S74RMldeWqHQJKX7kKZyhzUBPozCHKlxCyUxWZ7TjWbna3phoAI150yQ/s400/driving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659096217758137186" border="0" /></a>Do you remember the feeling you got when you got your drivers license? I remember a little fluttering feeling deep down, an excitement with the knowledge that I could go ANYWHERE and do ANYTHING. Well, almost. But it was so exhilarating and free. The whole world was open to me.<br /> Fast forward 20 years<br />My oldest son turned 12 this month and is a very capable babysitter. He loves the responsibility and is very diplomatic with his siblings when he's in charge. The other night, on what should have been my husband and my date night,my husband got called in to the Police Station for some PR work with the Town Council. He called me to join him. Since half the children were in bed asleep and my very capable 12 yr old was more than willing to stay up and babysit, I went. <br />Maybe it was because of the early 90's tune playing on the radio or the fact that I was in the car by myself. But I suddenly had that little fluttering feeling again. I had the freedom to go anywhere and do anything, almost. I was so excited with the possibilities opening up to me, I could hardly contain myself! So, there is light at the end of that long, noisy, sometimes very messy tunnel, and I'm here to tell you... it's exciting to see again.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908513415304997912noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388225894590548161.post-18802007904695411212011-09-04T21:05:00.000-07:002011-09-04T21:17:07.956-07:00Adam<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi15rEPHRM2mZ_i0oszo5-7n64C7lNWMOv95dPTINxwfK-5Gtd6wCMc38PnT0E1iNTbTu8U3Gyhpg6fVcmaSVWc7rYI9DaUI6eiJtQF4Ig3LxcVD53-k3VMdIq4yCES16738TuPDyTJXhM/s1600/P1000857.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi15rEPHRM2mZ_i0oszo5-7n64C7lNWMOv95dPTINxwfK-5Gtd6wCMc38PnT0E1iNTbTu8U3Gyhpg6fVcmaSVWc7rYI9DaUI6eiJtQF4Ig3LxcVD53-k3VMdIq4yCES16738TuPDyTJXhM/s400/P1000857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648723246644209538" border="0" /></a>You've waited toooo long to meet this cute little guy! Adam is now 5 months old and has been in our hearts for 3 months now. He has a great smile, but usually just has this eyes wide open look, like "who are you?" (Why do kids always look at us that way? Are we really that crazy looking?)
<br />He has a therapist who comes once a week to help him work through stiff muscle tone and help him to catch up developmentally. He may have a long journey ahead of him, but for as long as we have him, we're working together to enjoy him and help him enjoy life!
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