Swim lessons

Kylynn took private swim lessons for the first time this year, I was really pleased with the progress she made, she really seemed to benefit from the one on one attention.   She went from not wanting to get her face wet to diving down to pick up rings, jumping off the diving board, and pushing off the side of the pool and swimming a stroke or two before sinking.

If anyone is interested in getting in touch with the lady who taught Kylynn just email me and I'd be happy to pass on her information, she did a great job and really has a way with children.



Jack absolutely hated every minute of her lessons, the very first one when he realized that I was seriously not going to let him get in the water too, he cried, loudly, the entire 30 minutes.  He got better as the days went on and I know next summer he'll definitely be ready for some lessons of his own.

The kiddos and I our off to visit the grandparents and they've got a pool so I'm looking forward to spending a lot of time practicing her new skills.

It's in the mail!

I mailed in our home study to the government today, yipee!  We are officially in the second of three stages in the adoption process (I'm totally making this up as I go, but for me it can be divided into three stages).  Now we wait.  We are in line, so to speak, in Korea for a baby and when it becomes our turn and they have a baby that they feel would do best in our family they'll contact us.  Then in case you're wondering you enter stage three and wait again for permission to go pick them up.

So that's where it stands right now and I feel relieved.  This time around getting all the paperwork in order and sent off too us an extra month compared to last time, so to know that we've finally gotten everything we need to be in line to have a child assigned feels amazing.

On another note we are having a really great lazy summer.  I even have felt bored a time or two, which was if you recall, one of my goals.  I'll post soon some pictures and video of Kylynn's swim lessons, which went really well.  Also I'm making over our study so I'll let you see that project when I'm done with it.

Love is not colorblind

What an insightful post on the damage we do to our minority race children when we tell them "Love is colorblind".  It confirmed something I knew deep down inside me, but needed to read to know for sure,

"Love that overlooks is belittling. Love that acknowledges is accepting."-Amie Sexton.

No matter who you are you should go read it.  If you are raising children who are not white, you must read it (honey that means you).

*Updated, there is also a follow up post on the reality of racism in America and communicating that to our children.  Read it!*

Me time

Kyle gave me the present of some me time this morning. He woke up early got the kids ready and left by 8 am to go to a shooting/boating event our church was putting on. I had made the very big mistake of drinking a glass of tea last night at around 10pm so I had a very restless night of sleep, so step one of me time was sleep.

I slept in till almost 9 and then decided to get up, not really sure what I should do next. I got dressed, wandered around the house a little, checked my email, read some blogs, and thought now what?

I realized I'm really bad and me time. When the kids are here there is always lots to do, so I don't have a hard time being productive, there is something about being busy that makes you get even more things done. But with a whole morning stretched before me I just felt bored and wanted them to come home. I wasn't able to envision me do anything fun that didn't involve them.

I decided to try and enjoy it, so I went to starbucks, came home and did a lesson out of the bible study I'm doing right now, and then settled down to pay some bills and try and plan our vacation.

Really the highlight of my morning was when Kyle called to say that they'd had a great time boating and were off to run several errands, I could hear the kids in the background and their excitement made me excited for them, it also made me wish I was with them and not stuck at home.

I'm not sure when it happened, when I stopped being Jenny, and started being Kylynn's mommy, Jack's mommy, and Kyle's wife, but it appears to have gotten a little out of hand. These are all great roles to play, important roles, life's calling kind of roles, but they cannot be the only role I play or I will not be living out the life God has called me to, of that I am certain.

I am to be His daughter, Jenny, first. I am to make time for my Father God my top priority. I am to have a life that ministers to more people around me than just my family. I am to do something worthwhile outside of these four walls I call home. I used to get that and now I've realized I've gotten off track.

Someday I will no longer be the mommy and maybe not even a wife, certainly in eternity these will no longer be names given to me, but I will be responsible for how I lived my life. God has something more for me while I'm here on this earth and I pray that I will listen to what it is, that I will obey, and not tell Him, no I'm sorry but I'm really too busy right now being a mommy and wife.

It took a little me time to realize, that if I am not careful, I will forget who I am, I will make my family my God and my service to them my religion and I will be wholly unsatisfied.

Lord, remind how you see me, the talents you gave me to serve You, what part of the body I am to play. Cause me to turn my focus outward and use me for Your glory.

8 simple steps to remove hot pink nail polish

Step by step instructions for cleaning up a bottle of hot pink nail polish which has broken all over your kitchen floor and oven, after being shaken about by a four year old girl.

1. Pick up Kylynn and remove her from the scene of the crime, she has no shoes on and you do not want her to get glass in her feet, more importantly you do not want to her to hear the words that are screaming in your head. Make a mental note that cleaning this up is not going to help your migraine.

2. Go to grab a work towel, on the way there take time to pray that God would have mercy on your beautiful tile floor and stainless steel oven, that you've only got to enjoy for one year and you know your husband would not pay to replace for another 30+ years.

3. Begin to wipe up the polish with the towel, clinch jaw when you realize that it is not just going to wipe up. Yell at your kids who are fighting over the couch that could easily fit ten of them. Go upstairs and grab some nail polish remover.

4. Begin using the nail polish remover on a new work towel, praise God when you realize it appears to be working. Send Kylynn to her room because they can't stop fighting and she is the one who will listen when being sent to her room, when she challenges the fairness of the situation, yell at her, "I'm cleaning up your mess, so I really don't care who was doing what I can't listen to you fighting anymore, go to your room!"

5. Begin the very long process of scrubbing up the hot pink polish that is on the floor and oven, while trying to ignore your headache, make a mental note to change Jack's diaper after your done with this. Hear Kylynn disobey you and come back downstairs, tell her in your meanest mommy voice to go back to her room and wait there for her spanking.

6. Spend 30 minutes scrubbing up the polish, it will take extra work to get it off the oven and the grout. Keep looking everywhere, because the tiny specks will never seem to end because when a bottle breaks open on a tile floor it flies Every. Where.

7. Put towel number one in a plastic bag and throw it all away. Put towel number two in the load of work towels that you washed yesterday and forgot to dry, re-wash load.

8. Tell Kylynn she is never allowed to touch another nail polish bottle, For The Rest Of Her Life!

A bar fight over Lee Green Wood

I love being an American, it is something I am proud of, it is something I realize is a great blessing, but once upon a time I got into a bar fight because I apparently didn't show my patriotism in the appriopiate Texas manner. I truly didn't know any better, where I grew up, the national anthem was the national anthem, and country songs were well country songs.

It was memorial day weekend 2005. Kyle and I had booked a last minute vacation to Fredericksburg, TX, back before kids when you could just up and plan a trip at the last minute. We had a wonderful trip, it is to this day one of my favorite weekends with him. I remember at one point we were talking about how long it was taking us to get pregnant and he assured me that he would make sure I was a mother, no matter what lengths he had to go to, he would get us a baby. It was short and sweet, and it was probably our first discussion where it was understood that we would adopt someday.

But I'm getting off track here, back to my story. We spent this particular day walking around all the shops in town and that night we were plum tired out. So we went to this bar/restaurant that had a live country band playing music that night. We ordered some drinks and some nachos and took a table in the front/middle of the room. The band was really good, the drinks were good, and the nachos were excellent. The band started playing "Proud to be an American" by Lee Green Wood. Now I like that song very much, I think it has a wonderful message, and I admit it, it has even brought some tears to my eyes when I've heard it at the right moment. It's a good song, but that was really as far as I took it.

Then it happened. Some people off to the side of us stood up, they might have taken off their hats too, I couldn't see, anyways this song made them feel like they would like to stand up in honor of what it was saying. Ok, I get that, I didn't really feel the need to stand up, so I kept eating my nachos. Then another person stood up, and I could hear another few hesitantly stand up, crowd mentality was taking over, they didn't know why they were standing, but if everyone else was going to stand then they would too.

At this point we can't see most of the room but we can feel that most people are standing up. Kyle leans over to me and says, "Do you think we should stand up?". I tell him no, it's not the national anthem, it's a country song, my feet are killing me and I'm going to sit here and enjoy my nachos. So that's what we did.

Well it turns out that we were indeed the only people in the room that didn't stand up and after the song was over the band took a break, providing an awesome opportunity for some redneck fool lovely man to come up and harrass us. So he saunters over and says, "I see you didn't stand up during Proud to be American, what, you some kind of Iraqi lovers or something?"

I was mad, no I was livid, Jesus was not winning the battle right then and I was ready to give him a piece of my mind about what kind of idiot thinks I'm somehow less patriotic because I didn't stand up for a country song and further more how much indeed I do love Iraqis and isn't that why we're there anyways, then maybe something good could come out of....

But after I said about one and a half words, Kyle stopped me, with a voice that he rarely uses but one he knows I'll listen to. He then looked away from the man until he left. I then decided to go to the bathroom in an attempt to calm down. This apparently was not very successful because on the way out I saw the redneck fool lovely man again and couldn't help but give him a dirty look (I still wasn't going to let Jesus win this one). He said something like, "You got a problem with me lady." To which I looked at Kyle and saw that I either walk away now and let us leave or he was going to get in a bar fight of his own to defend my honor. So I left.

I know, it's not really a full out bar fight but it's the closest I've ever come. Of course that redneck fool lovely man ruined that beautiful song for me, now everytime I hear it, I think about exactly what I should have said to him, for the record here it is.

"Sir, I'm sorry if I offended you by not standing up during that song, it was not intentional, and I very much am proud to be an American. But really I am a hundred times more proud to be a follower of Jesus, so yes I am an 'Iraqi lover' and my prayer is that the outcome of this war is a country where the Iraqi people can live in freedom, especially the freedom to worship the One true God."

Jesus always wins me over in the end.

An instructional video

As I began to open the dishwasher this afternoon to unload the clean dishes, Kylynn quickly stopped me. "Not like that Mom, you have to open it really carefully like this.."

Please watch the following instructional video on how you should open your dishwasher in the event that there is a raccoon taking a bath in your dishwasher.

Oh, Grandpa, how loved you are around here.

*I wrote this blog almost a month ago, and it took me this long to finally get the video on here, blogger is being mean and will only let you upload through Youtube now.

*Did you notice the belt around the shoulder, oh yeah that's on purpose, this girl doesn't follow fashion trends, she starts them!