A win-win with Wild Olive! Please read...

Over the next 8 weeks, we will be partnering with Wild Olive Tees in a fundraising campaign to bring home our Little Buddy. If you've never heard of Wild Olive, it's your LUCKY DAY! I love Wild Olive tees and everything they stand for. I know you will too!

For every tee purchased on our behalf, Wild Olive will donate a portion of the proceeds to Little Buddy's adoption. Every penny in our WO account will go toward travel expenses. Airfare to China during peak travel season + nearly two weeks of hotel fees + food/travel expenses x 2 adults and 2 children = $$$$ <--- Those dollar signs equate to dollars we are trusting the Lord to provide. We saved for years to finance our first adoption trusting it would eventually happen when the time was right. Mei Mei came home in September 2009, and at the time, we thought that was it for the adoption train. :0) Little Buddy's adoption has surfaced in a much different way. It was a COMPLETE SURPRISE to us in many ways but significantly in the area of finances. Have YOU ever fully funded an international adoption in a 9 month period? Not an easy task I assure you. However, we know with certainty the Lord has asked us to be his parents. We stepped out in faith on October 25 and never looked back. Well, we may have peeked over our shoulders a time or two but God has repeatedly reminded us He has this all under control. He didn't bring us this far to turn back now. So... this is the part of the story where you enter from stage right. Think of it like this. It's a win-win situation. You add a new adorable tee to your wardrobe. One that shares the love of Christ to those who take the time to read it. In return you'll help us travel to China to bring home our son... our baby brother... our blessing from God. See? It's a win-win. So go ahead. Ask me how this works?
Well, I am SO GLAD you asked! Let me explain...

1. Go HERE and pick out a tee you can't live without. Put it into your shopping cart. Hey--feel free to pick out three, four or ten if you so desire. :) It is important to note the tees must be purchased from THIS PAGE (the Adoption Fundraising Page) to count toward our fundraising efforts.

2. During the checkout process, there will be a coupon code option under the shopping cart. Click on that box and it will open the coupon code field up in the left hand corner. Enter the following code:

WOMBLE229

3. In the comment section, please also enter the family code, or our last name, though it is not a necessity. This code will NOT provide a discount on the Adoption fundraiser Tees. The code will be used solely to help Wild Olive track our sales.

The family code will be valid from 2-29 until 4-25. Our goal is 50 tees which equals about half of Little Buddy's plane ticket home. 100 tees would almost pay it in full! Could we pull that off? I don't know. We're at least willing to try. We are believing God will provide every penny we need to travel around the world and back again. Wild Olive tees are one way we are trying to make that happen. We welcome your prayers and support as we work diligently to bring home our little caboose!

Day 7...

but who's counting? We requested an update on 2-18 but still no reply. Hoping to hear something soon... Back to waiting...

Log in date...

We finally have a log in date.

2/21/12

It's about two weeks later than I expected but at least we have one. I've already thrown my little hissy fit so I think I'm over it. I think. Apparently they hired someone new in the registration office of CC-WA. Apparently the new person didn't get the memo about logging dossier's IN THE ORDER THEY ARE RECEIVED. Apparently dossiers arriving to CC-WA AFTER ours were stacked on TOP of ours. Then the new guy logged in all the dossier's on top of our stack before he made it to ours.

Yes, that's 18 days from the time it left California until the time they logged us in. Yes, about 14 days too many but who's counting. Oh wait. We are. That's right. Our agency coordinator was apologetic but there's nothing she can do about it. Unfortunately.

So today is Day 1 even though we've been staring at his sweet little face since October 13. For the record that is 4 months 9 days. 132 days total. 3168 hours. 190,080 minutes. 11,404,800 seconds. That leaves us with approximately 165 more to go until we meet our son. Someone please pass the chocolate...

DOSSIER TO CHINA!!!

Paperchase. Done. Now we wait for our Log in Date (LID). Fly safely to China little all-you-ever-wanted-know-about-us stack of papers. Please log in quickly so we can get this party started...

DOSSIER TO AGENCY!

It took three months four days to compile this ridiculous amount of Womble information...


I know that is a LONG time but the process went MUCH faster than the last thanks to my amazing social worker (and dear friend) Karen, a speedy USCIS process and one Momma who was determined to break all records for the fastest compilation of a Chinese dossier...


Personally I think they should hand out medals once the envelope leaves US soil...

and then they should plant a few trees to replace the ones we killed along the way...
Little Miss was excited to include the drawings she made for her new baby brother (Translation: "A boy named Little Buddy is coming home and we are so excited".)...
and even though I know he will never see them I was happy to oblige.
Off to FedEx we go but not before the Womble kids give it three thumbs up...and now we wait...

again.

Please let us bring our Little Buddy home soon...

Happy 2nd Birthday Little Buddy!

Across the miles we are wishing our baby boy, Bao Xi Jian...soon to be Little Buddy Womble, a Happy Birthday! I still can't believe I have the privilege of typing those words. I doubt he celebrated his special day today but you can rest assured we will celebrate for him. I wish I could kiss his sweet little head and tell him what a treasure he is. Next year sweet boy...

Coming Full Circle (part 4)...

I relived the many conversations both the Chief and I have had concerning why we chose special needs adoption. Why didn't we wait for a "healthy" child when we willingly signed up for the Waiting Child program. Our answer was always the same. If Wild Man had been born an orphan in China, he would have been passed over for a healthier child without so many unknowns. I am certain most people would've read what looks like a big scary word like laryngomalacia (severe) and never stopped to learn more about him. It breaks my heart to think of the joy we could have missed if we had been given a choice, at 24 years old, to parent a child outside the parameters of healthy and typically developing. Would we willingly have said yes when we could have chosen a much easier road? I don't know. I like to think we would have but I'll know that for sure.

It all felt so clear to me. This wouldn't be our first rodeo. That big scary word--laryngomalacia--didn't scare me any more. Hernia and hydrocele--it was a piece of cake to repair. Developmental delays--I know who to call and how to help this time. All the details just confirmed to me over and over that Little Buddy was OUR Little Buddy. Yes, there were unknowns, but for whatever reason, they didn't make me run for the hills. My "YES" was on the table. There was only one slight problem. The Chief. You know, my best friend and the love of my life? The one who is perfectly content with the three children we have? The one who essentially rolled his eyes and went back to bed last night? Well, it was a long shot but I had one thing in my favor. He said, "The Lord will have to make it CRYSTAL CLEAR we have another child because I am DONE!". I was pretty sure the Lord had just handed him exactly what he asked for...a crystal clear answer.

Several days passed and I couldn't stop thinking about Little Buddy. I honestly felt if we walked away from this little boy we would regret it for the rest of our lives. I had prayed and pleaded but didn't seem to be getting anywhere. We marched through the usual discussions which we saw from very different yet equally legitimate viewpoints. His being the provider and mine being the nurturer. To him, he saw the what-ifs. How will we ______? Have you considered what we will do if _____? Do you realize everyone is going to think we're _______? To me, there was a little boy who needed a family who appeared to be perfectly made for us. Does everything always have to be perfectly planned and thought out? What if the Lord was asking us to trust Him? What if He brought all of these circumstances together in one scenario to give the Chief the crystal clear answer he needed. It was the proverbial mountain that seemed immovable from either side.

Five days later he came home from work and asked to speak to me privately. The conversation began like many of the previous ones. Money, time, what-ifs but this time there was one word that changed everything.

BUT.

These are all the reasons why now is not the right time to do this BUT...

Maybe there IS something to this...

Maybe the Lord IS trying to tell us something...

I know I'm looking at this very logically. That's what I'm suppose to do but what if...

Can you request more information?

Call whoever you need to call and have his file reviewed by a doctor.

If we lock his file how long do we have to make a decision?

I need a detailed plan of how you think we can make this happen.

I'm not saying yes. I'm saying maybe and I will pray about it.

Maybe? MAYBE? I'll take maybe! I did everything he asked. I sent the file for review. I requested more information from the orphanage. I made a plan. I called a few trusted friends and asked them to pray for us. It was obvious to me. It was obvious to everyone I told this story to. We were made for him. He was made for us.

The agency gave us a deadline of one week from that day. The Chief was traveling most of that week which gave us the added stress of making this decision over the phone. Lots of talking, questions, what-ifs, fears but most importantly praying together about God's plan for our family and Little Buddy. With each question we came back to the details. There were so many that pointed to the same conclusion. How could we say no?

On the morning of Tuesday October 25 we said YES! That was the day I heard my sweet husband say he was choosing to trust the Lord even when it didn't fit into his plan or his Excel spreadsheet. He vividly saw the obvious from day one with Little Buddy but it took him a while to acknowledge it. Nine years ago we were led down a path we didn't expect. Nine years later God used those years to make this new path crystal clear. He used it to bring us full circle from one amazing son to another. The mountain I had felt was immovable? God picked it up and cast it away in a matter of 12 days.

I'm sure there are those who will chalk this story up to coincidence or perhaps they will think it's too good to be true. I can assure you, in this case, it is not. Every single detail is a tiny fingerprint from God showing how He had His hand in this story from beginning to end. They were exactly the fingerprints we needed to take this leap of faith. I wondered, prayed and pleaded for answers to why He was asking me to "wait". Now I know without a doubt. I was waiting for the child He chose for us...our "Little Buddy". I was waiting for GOD to change my husband's heart...not me. If I had changed the Chief's mind I could have given myself a big pat on the back. Perhaps I would have thought I actually had something to do with his change of heart. But I didn't. I don't deserve a pat on the back for moving this mountain. God does and He will forever get the glory for this little miracle He has given to me, to my children and to my amazing husband.

We are missing several pieces to the puzzle in this adoption. However, we are choosing to trust the Lord even when we don't have it all figured out. We have no doubt He will provide everything we need to bring our little caboose HOME!

I prayed for this child,
and the LORD has granted me what I asked of him.
-1 Samuel 1:27

Coming Full Circle (part 3)...

I sat at our desk for about half an hour before I moved a muscle. Really, Lord? After the tension in this house over the past few weeks? You give me THIS? What am I suppose to do with THIS? You KNOW he's going to say no. What's the point? This all seems a little too good to be true, which has happened before, so why would this scenario be any different than the others?

BUT...

How can I ignore the obvious? He has eyes just like Mei Mei? His name is "Little Buddy"? This list says You created him just like Wild Man? What are all these butterflies flipping around in my stomach?

So what did I do? I did what any emotionally confused wife would do. I woke my husband from a dead sleep at midnight, insisted he get out of bed and come see something I was certain he wouldn't be excited about seeing (but I was going to show him anyway). ;) Convincing, huh? I explained to him that I knew he wouldn't want to see what I needed to show him. However, I NEEDED him to see it. Right now. Not tomorrow. NOW.

Reluctantly and with one eye open he staggered across the house to see what I had found. I explained all the reasons he should want to see this. 1...2...3...4... See? Isn't it interesting? Don't you find the details the least bit interesting? {chirp--chirp--crickets} His reply? "I'm going back to bed". Hmmmmph. Well, THAT went well.

The next day I couldn't stop thinking about "Little Buddy". I had been waiting but didn't know what I was waiting on. What if he was it? What if there was more to his story? I needed to know more so, unbeknownst to the Chief, I contacted the agency and requested the file. Within a few hours it was sitting in my Inbox.

Very quickly I discovered several more similarities within his full file...

-Little Buddy is from the same Chinese province as our Mei Mei. China is an enormous country with billions of people and their cities are in the same province less than two hours apart.

-At the time we were in China adopting Mei Mei, Little Buddy was two months shy of being born with birth parents likely living a few hours away from us. I remember feeling as if we would return but did not know for what reason. I certainly didn't feel it would be for another adoption when I wrote this. I was reminded of this post when I did the math and realized he was there when we were there.

-He was born on the birthday of one of my very best friends of nearly 20 years. This is the same friend who delivered her son while we were in China and welcomed us home at the airport less than a week later.

-He is 21 months younger than Mei Mei who happens to be 21 months younger than Little Miss.

-While we were planning the final details of Mei Mei's first birthday celebration at home, Little Buddy was entering his new home at the orphanage. This was also around the time (spring 2010) I started feeling as if we had room for one more.

-In the spring of this year my sweet friend Julie told me to "close my mouth and pray. Stop talking to him and start talking to Him". Remember that conversation? Well, according to his file, around the very same time Little Buddy's orphanage began preparing his paperwork for adoption. Coincidence? I don't think so...

All of these were small yet significant details. However, the ones that stopped me in my tracks were the ones concerning Little Buddy's special needs and development. When I read his file it was as if I was reading about Wild Man. Even their growth chart curves mirror each other. The only difference is Wild Man had a family. A family who made sure he received the medical treatment, surgery and therapy he needed to thrive. Little Buddy? He has no one. That was enough to prevent me from walking away...not yet.

Coming Full Circle (part 2)...

{NOTE: In our family all the boys names begin with one specific letter and the girls another. It was a tradition we created accidentally but had to keep going after Little Miss was born. Most of you know I blog anonymously so I can't tell you the letters or names in this instance. You'll need to use your imagination along the way for part 2.}

Since the day Little Miss was born Wild Man has prayed diligently and without hesitation for a brother. Not that he doesn't love his little sisters but it's just his desire to have another boy in the house. In his mind, with three girls and two boys in this family, we need at least one more boy to even up the score. He has known the Chief's stance on this topic so he also prayed diligently for God to change Daddy's heart. The year after Mei Mei joined our family, Little Miss joined her big brother in the same prayer as well. Collectively, for the past year and a half, the three of us have prayed for the same thing...a baby brother named "Little Buddy" (see note above).

In early October I came across a little boy on a special focus list. The name given to him by the agency was Owen. He was precious and had needs I felt we could handle. I purposely left his photo pulled up on the laptop to see if I could get a reaction from the Chief. Oh yes, I got one. It just wasn't the reaction I was hoping for. We waded through the same conversations we've had a million times. He was annoyed. I was broken hearted. The door was closed... or so it seemed.

Over the next week random things happened reminding both of us of our recent disagreement... music on the radio, sermons at church, the prayers of our children, skits in the children's ministry about ORPHANS, random emails from friends saying they felt the need to pray for us though they knew nothing about the current situation. It seemed as if God was at work but I couldn't figure out how. Was it for Owen? Someone else? Something else? As much as I searched I couldn't find the answer.

Very late on the night of October 13th I was perusing the special focus list of Bay Area Adoption Services. This agency comes highly recommended and keeps their online secured files up to date. It was the same list Owen was listed and the only one I could bring myself to view over the past 18 months. It was too hard to see their sweet faces and walk away so I only allowed myself to randomly peek at their special focus list. That night I could tell several new faces had been added so I slowly paged through the file.

About half way through the list I came across a little one who immediately caught my eye. My first thought was, "Oh my goodness! He has eyes like Mei Mei!". I know that may sound silly but I don't mean he simply has Asian eyes. When we received Mei Mei's referral, I remember both the Chief and I saying countless times there was something about her eyes. They were deep and soulful and drew us in immediately. There was something about this little ones eyes that did the same.

As I clicked the photograph to enlarge his sweet little face the words took me aback. This particular agency assigns their special focus children English names. It is not their official name once they are adopted but one given to them for easy reference. This sweet little boy with eyes like Mei Mei? His name was "Little Buddy"! Of the thousands of names in the English language that could have been chosen for him, he was given the specific name our family had been praying for. LITTLE BUDDY. As if that wasn't enough for this Mommy heart to handle, I glanced directly below his name and read the following...

laryngomalacia (severe)
hernia
hydrocele

If you read part one you may recognize these diagnoses. If not, the rest of this story will not make much sense. I'll wait while you click over and catch up...

So NOW do you see why these diagnoses are important to the story? Over the years I've probably glanced through thousands of brief descriptions of Chinese children. I've reviewed many complete files on my own for various reasons. Not ONE time have I EVER seen a child diagnosed with laryngomalacia. EVER. Not only did "Little Buddy" have a diagnosis of larygnomalacia, he also carried the diagnoses of hernia and hydrocele. Two completely unrelated diagnoses in different systems of his sweet little body. It appeared God created "Little Buddy" exactly as he created the sweet baby boy who made me us parents nine years ago last month.

I'm not a girl who believes in coincidence. Coincidence simply means God's way of showing us He's in the details of EVERYTHING. My mind was racing. It was late. The Chief was already asleep. I was sitting in disbelief while staring at a computer screen asking this question...

Ummmm... Lord? What in the world should I do with THIS?

Coming Full Circle (part 1)...

Nine years ago last month we abruptly entered the world of parenthood. We experienced the typical adjustments of first time parenting plus a few extras along the way. It was bittersweet as we learned to love our tiny gift from God while attempting to navigate the road before us. If you had reviewed Wild Man's medical file during his first few years of life, you would have read the following...

Laryngomalacia (severe)
Hernia
Hydrocele
GE Reflux (mod-severe)
Failure to thrive (drop in weight from 50% at birth to below the chart)
Developmental Delays

This list wasn't part of our plan but we did the best we could to embrace it. Now I know you're all staring at the first one. Believe me, I felt the same way. LARYNGOMALACIA (pronounced lah-reen-go-mah-lay-sha)?? It looks like a pretty scary word, doesn't it? I was a Pediatric CCU nurse at the time and had never even heard of it. Initially I thought that was good news. If kids with this diagnosis don't land in the PCCU then it must not be a big deal. Right? Well, guess who ended up in the PCCU? 99% of children with larygnomalacia outgrow it before the age of two. Our son? Well, he fell into the 1% of that statistic--severe laryngomalacia--with children who struggle to take every breath, can't gain weight, fall off the growth chart and need surgical intervention. This wasn't exactly how we imagined our first few months together as a new family but we learned quickly how to improvise.

Countless medical appointments, several hospitalizations, two surgeries, a bucket of tears and more sleepless nights than I care to count. To say the first six months were hard would be an understatement. Thankfully by 6 months of age he was making great strides and life slowed down a bit for us to catch our breath. Developmentally he continued to lag behind in a few areas and the next three years brought it's own set of challenges as he/we conquered them one by one. We stood firm in our quest to give him all he needed to catch up and, by the grace of God, catch up he certainly did. He exceeded all expectations and kissed those developmental delays and undeserved diagnoses goodbye.

Fast forward...

Little Miss, also known as our little SURPRISE, was born around this time (June 2006) and all was right with the world. She was the epitome of typically developing and we were enjoying life as a family of four. Shortly after her first birthday discussions of adoption began to resurface. In hindsight, we very easily could have missed the blessings of Little Miss and Mei Mei if God had answered our prayers during those first few years of parenthood. I'm so thankful He knew so much more than we did at the time. The whole omniscient thing--it's a great characteristic to have when you're the creator of the universe.

About six months after we returned from China, I started to feel as if we had room for one more. Believe me... it surprised even me after the days of transition with Mei Mei. I vividly recall asking close friends to tie me up and knock me over the head if I EVER thought about adopting another child. Thankfully time was good perspective and slowly the Lord changed my heart. No, we aren't the perfect family--not even close--but we have love to give and a great God to share. At the end of my life I know nothing will matter more than that.

Since that time I've come across several little ones who've captured my heart. I prayed and pleaded and prayed and pleaded and prayed. Neither of which changed the final outcome. The answer from my dear yet reluctant husband was always the same.

"No."

"I'm done."

"How do you think we will educate/feed/clothe another child or finance an adoption??"

"It's not the right time."

"If we adopt again, the Lord will have to make it crystal clear, because I'm just not feelin' it."

"That's the end of it."

I spent countless months praying the same prayer. God, PLEASE take away this desire of my heart to adopt again if it's not YOUR plan for our family. OR. PLEASE give it to the Chief. Obviously I can't accidentally adopt a child on my own and honestly I didn't want to. I wanted my husband, my very best friend and the leader of our family to want to adopt a little one who needed a family as much as I did. It felt as if that day would NEVER come.

On more than one occasion I felt the Lord was clearly asking me to "wait". That's a tall order for this very type A kind of girl. Wait? Wait for what? That was not the answer I wanted to hear although I knew in my heart it was exactly what He was asking me to do. I wrestled with so many things during that time. Where was God in the midst of the "no"? Wasn't His heart for the least of these? Why would He give me the desire but not my husband? How could God hear the precious prayers of my oldest two children...prayers asking Him to change Daddy's heart...but never come through with an answer? Why would a decision that seemed so right cause so much disappointment?

In March of this year my dear friend Julie, who I consider one of the most Godly women I've ever known, asked me to do two things. "Close your mouth and pray. Stop talking to him and start talking to Him". Simple but profound, isn't it? So I changed my tune. I stopped talking to my "no" and started talking to my "yes". Yes, there were a few times I brought it up but I tried hard to keep it out of our daily conversations as a family. I encouraged Wild Man and Little Miss to do the same.

Then early October came and everything changed...

Introducing our caboose...

Two months ago today this little one stared right into my Mommy heart...
and I knew at that moment he was meant to be ours...
As his story unfolded it became very clear he was a perfect fit for our family...

and perhaps we were a perfect fit for him...
Twelve days later we put our fears aside...
and officially became a family of SIX!


Introducing Little Buddy
born December 18, 2009
Bao'an Children's Welfare Institute
Shenzhen City, Guangdong, China
coming home summer 2012

(more details to come)

I will NEVER...

At one time I said...

I will never kiss a stinky boy...

I will never move away from home...

I will never leave the house without makeup...

I will never get married before I graduate from college...

I will never have a baby before I'm 25...

I will never have another baby because my firstborn is ALL I CAN HANDLE...

I will never drive a mini van...

I will never completely give up the career I love...

I will never feed my children toaster streudles or cookies for breakfast...

I will never allow my children to leave the house with dirty faces and mismatched clothes...

I will never be able to make it on a plane for 15 hours without pharmaceutical intervention...

I will never allow my girls to share a room together after the coming home fiasco...

I will never adopt again because it is JUST TOO HARD...

I will never have another child because my hands are COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY FULL...

THANKFULLY I was wrong every. single. time. Thankfully God sees our future before we can fathom what is to come. Thankfully He knows the blessings we might miss if He granted each of our "I will never's".

If you are an adoptive parent you MUST watch this...

It's a PERFECT depiction of the ridiculous conversations we have to endure. Isn't it? The adoptive Mother's monotone voice was cracking me up. I'm sure that's how I sounded to those awful old ladies in Target. Do you remember the one who asked me how long I endured infertility? And the one who asked me if I was her REAL Mom? Or if she was ORIENTAL??? We should all record this, pull out our mini tape recorders, hold them up and press the applicable snarky reply button. You ask rude questions. We give snarky answers. The end. :D

Bueller? Bueller?

Blogging is not in my daily lineup (or weekly or monthly or even quarterly). Yes, I'm alive. We're all well...just crazy ridiculously busy. I've recently been chastised for my lack of updates. Someday...hopefully...I'll be back with lots of Womble goodness. Someday...

Snow Day Perspective...

Today is Snow Day #4 in our neck of the woods. I love my precious children but four days cooped up in the house is a little much for this Mommy. The little people need to expend some energy outside these walls. BAD. Temperatures in the teens, four layers of clothing and waterproof boots are putting a big damper on the calorie burning. I think they've had a little too much togetherness and it's definitely showing. In ALL of us. Including the Mommy. Fast forward to this morning. My sweet friend (and Mommy-o-six) shared this article. I was reminded that SOMEDAY "Snow Day #4" should have been just as special as Snow Day #1. So now I'm off to play with my babies. Thank you Lord for the gentle reminder and for Snow Day #4!

(photo captured January 2010)

An Erma Bombeck Column:

A young mother writes: "I know you've written before about the empty-nest syndrome -- that lonely period after the children are grown and gone. Right now, I'm up to my eyeballs in laundry and muddy boots. The baby is teething; the boys are fighting. My husband just called and said to eat without him, and I fell off my diet. Lay it on me again, will you?"

OK.
One of these days, you'll shout, "Why don't you kids grow up and act your age!"
And they will.

Or, "You guys get outside and find yourselves something to do ... and don't slam the door!"
And they won't.

You'll straighten up the boys' bedroom neat and tidy -- bumper stickers discarded, bedspread tucked and smooth, toys displayed on the shelves. Hangers in the closet. Animals caged. And you'll say out loud, "Now I want it to stay this way."
And it will.

You'll prepare a perfect dinner with a salad that hasn't been picked to death and a cake with no finger traces in the icing, and you'll say, "Now, there's a meal for company."
And you'll eat it alone.

You'll say: "I want complete privacy on the phone. No dancing around. No demolition crews. Silence! Do you hear?"
And you'll have it.

No more plastic tablecloths stained with spaghetti.
No more bedspreads to protect the sofa from damp bottoms.
No more gates to stumble over at the top of the basement steps.
No more clothespins under the sofa.
No more playpens to arrange a room around.
No more anxious nights under a vaporizer tent.
No more sand on the sheets or Popeye movies in the bathrooms.
No more iron-on patches, wet, knotted shoestrings, tight boots, or rubber bands for ponytails.

Imagine.

A lipstick with a point on it.
No baby sitter for New Year's Eve.
Washing only once a week.
Seeing a steak that isn't ground.
Having your teeth cleaned without a baby on your lap.

No PTA meetings.
No car pools.
No blaring radios.
No one washing her hair at 11 o'clock at night.
Having your own roll of Scotch tape.

Think about it.

No more Christmas presents out of toothpicks and library paste.
No more sloppy oatmeal kisses.
No more tooth fairy.
No giggles in the dark.
No knees to heal, no responsibility.

Only a voice crying, "Why don't you grow up?"
and the silence echoing, "I did."

From our Family to Yours...

3 Word Wednesday...

ALL...
TUCKERED...OUT...

Monday Perspective...

I wish I could keep the blog updated but it seems those days are few and far between. We've had so much going on at the Womble house the past few weeks...well, really I would say the past year. In retrospect, adding Womble kiddo #2 was a piece of cake. Adding Womble kiddo's #1 and #3...notsamuch. ;-) What I've come to realize over the past few months is this is the new normal. Yes, it took me about 9 months to figure that out. And it is what it is. Busy. Crazy. Fun. Exhausting. The best (and sometimes longest) days of my life but...and this is the most important BUT...I wouldn't have it any other way. I read a quote the other day that said...

"If you think my hands are full, you should see my heart"

I couldn't have said it better myself. Now that I have filled the shoes of a Mother of three, I know what all those other Moms were talking about. Motherhood is not for wimps (and it is 100% harder with each child)!!! I have a million things to do (and have no business even typing this post) but I wanted to share two things on this chilly Monday morning...

1: I {big puffy heart} this post and her perspective on adoption

2: I {big puffy heart} this post and her perspective on parenting

and just for kicks...three new songs I heard last night that spoke to our hearts...

Flat Little Miss Goes Out to Play...

This week Little Miss had a preschool project based on the book Flat Stanley. If you will remember from last year, she already had a Flat Little Miss that traveled to China with us... So now she has two Flat Little Miss people--2009 and 2010. Unfortunately we didn't have time for Flat Little Miss worldwide tour 2010 so she had to settle for the local tour of playdates... and a late night with her "twin"...
Obviously she made Flat Little Miss 2010 all by herself and did a pretty impressive job of making her look like herself. She is wearing a "monogran" dress, a hairbow and a smile on her face. Yep. That's our girl.

Celebrating Forever Family Day!

Tonight we celebrated our first Forever Family Day the way most Chinamerican families do. Chinese food, of course. I know a few people who thought this idea was absolutely brilliant...
And to top the cake we indulged in a few treats from J's Bakery. No celebration would be complete without yummy treats, right? Yummmmmm...
Happy Forever Family Day to all of us but especially to our little noodle head! What a difference a year can make!