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That Amazing Thing September 18, 2013

Filed under: faith,goals — Elizabeth @ 11:57 AM

You know that thing where someone calls you out of the blue?  A stranger?  And a conversation leads to a meeting, which leads to a job?  A job where you get to set your own hours, where you are given lots of freedom.  A job doing exactly what you love.

And then you get hired, officially hired on a Friday afternoon.  And you’re not sure of all the details, but you’re excited…..and then on the following Wednesday morning the fruits of your labor are ready.  And available for sale to the general public.

And you’re like, is this really my life?

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And you know that every bit of it was God?  Because you could never have done this on your own.  You wouldn’t even have dared to dream it.

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Yeah, that’s pretty much where I am right now.  Shocked.  Grateful.  Proud.  Humbled.  Excited.  Nervous.



The Things He Says September 11, 2013

Filed under: everyday life,Isaac — Elizabeth @ 1:23 PM

Today I was having lunch at school with Isaac (after returning from chaperoning a field trip for Matthew’s class).  As Isaac packed up his lunchbox, he stuck his fork inside and said, “now THAT’S how a mathematician does it”.

Isaac:  Matthew, do you know what sticky notes are for?

Matthew:  no

Isaac:  they are for if someone is sleeping, but you need to go somewhere.  So you write a note that says I’ll be right back and you stick it on their face.

Last night we went to a church near our house for a transracial adoption support group.  Isaac asked if we had ever been to the church.  Jason and I told him that this is where we go to vote.  Oh, did you vote for George Washington?

Matthew (to me):  You the best mommy in the world.

Me (feigning humility):  Oh I doubt I’m the best in the world…..

Isaac:  True.  She is probably the best mommy in {insert our community}.  Or at least the best mommy on {insert our street name}.

He asked me to buy him skinny jeans.  Orange ones.  And a belt.  I obliged, but then when it was time to get dressed for school, he told me that he couldn’t wear his skinny jeans to school, because when he sits criss cross applesauce, it pulls his underwear down.

Isaac:  Mom, I can’t wait until Christmas, so I can kiss you under the rosemary.


Things are Good August 30, 2013

Filed under: Isaac,Matthew — Elizabeth @ 9:43 AM

Sometimes, when you haven’t blogged in a long time, it’s hard to come back.  Because–where, oh where to begin?  And you get overwhelmed because there is just too much to say.

But then you just decide to sit down and write, and act like it hasn’t been months and months.

So how are you doing?

Things are good here at our house.  Really good.

I don’t know if it’s that the boys are back in school and having such a great time and back on a routine, but they are doing so well.  Not that I’m surprised that Isaac is, but Matthew is doing AMAZINGLY well at school.  I’m so glad we decided to have him repeat kindergarten.  He has so much more confidence this year.  His tears have been very, very minimal at school.  His success so far could be attributed to a lot of things:  maybe we finally hit the sweet spot on his seizure meds (which also help stabilize moods).  Maybe it is the deep pressure vest that we have him wear in the morning or afternoon that is keeping him calmer.  Maybe it is that he is no longer the smallest in his class–the kids aren’t babying/mothering him.  Maybe it is because I sent a letter to the school asking that every single person not fawn over him and to please just treat him casually and like everyone else (even though he his clearly the cutest kid at school 😉 ).  Maybe it’s because his teacher this year is much more structured, therefore her class runs a lot like our home.  I have no idea, but can we all just say


Isaac is….Isaac.  He is happy and joyful and confident and excited about life.  He is bursting with ideas every day–he want to open a toy store, have a dog show, an airplane contest.  He writes books and designs logos and makes art incessantly.  He draws blueprints and plans and asks if he can build things out of metal and wood.  He makes me so proud and completely exhausts me by 8 AM.  He still carries his Silky everywhere.  He says they are married, and that she is also his granddaughter.  He advanced to the next level of karate and he will be testing for his gold belt next month.  He wants us to open a restaurant together and he wants me to make the meals and he will make the desserts (which all revolve around my waffles and strawberry flavored cod liver oil supplements).  He marches to the beat of his own drum, and it is beautiful music to my soul.

Jason finished his masters degree this past spring.  I am so proud of him and it is so nice to have him home every night….not staying late at work studying.

As for me, things are good. Really good.  Frankly, I am on the verge of bursting with joy.  I have some opportunities on the horizon, it seems, but nothing is in stone yet, so I can’t talk much about it.  But you know when things happen and you’re like:

OH, so that’s why I’ve been going through all this, and that’s why I spent all last year doing that, and OH!!  I was made for this.

That’s pretty much where I’m at right now……and I can’t wait to tell you more.


Whatnot Saturday June 15, 2013

Filed under: whatnot — Elizabeth @ 11:36 AM
  • I know, I know!  I haven’t done a whatnot post in forever.  But Thursday night, I got all hopped up on bone broth and found myself reading old whatnot posts until about midnight.  I was giggling so hard that I was crying.  Those posts were fun and funny.  And the funny hasn’t stopped around here…..I’ve just been busy.
  • But my aunt kept the kids overnight last night so I have a quiet hour this morning and I have some whatnot to churn out of my brain.  On that same note, I am here to tell you that on the one night that your kids are gone and you and your husband stay up til nearly 1 AM drinking prosecco…..that is the night that your dog will get diarrhea and have to be let outside multiple times at 4 AM.
  • So yeah, like I said, I’ve been busy.  Blogging isn’t the only thing that’s taken a backseat.  Laundry is low on the priority list.  So much so that on Thursday, I was wearing my last pair of clean underwear, Isaac was wearing his last pair of clean shorts, and my husband wore corduroys to work…..in 90 degree heat.
  • Don’t feel too bad for Jason though, he had no idea that corduroys in the summer were a faux pas.  #engineerbrain
  • #dontyoujustlovehashtags  #iamkindaobsessedwiththem
  • So Isaac has lost 4 teeth so far.  His first two teeth were collected by the tooth fairy and now reside rather creepily in my jewelry box.  But his hoarder instinct kicked in after that and he started leaving notes for the tooth fairy, asking to keep his teeth.  He keeps his teeth in an old plastic Easter egg.  A tooth maraca, if you will.
  • There is a yummy popsicle joint here locally and they make great popsicles with natural ingredients.  A fun, affordable treat.  But they happen to be in a part of town that we just don’t go to all that often.  I took the boys once last year for popsicles and I guess it made quite an impression on them.  We were over in that neck of the woods last week and I told them we were going to go get some popsicles.  Isaac asked excitedly–from the same place we got popsicles last year??  Yes, I told him.  Whoa, can we go here EVERY year??? he asked.  We’ll see, I told him mysteriously.  Yes, my friends.  $3 popsicles are a yearly treat around here.  #Keepingexpectationslowfor6yearsandcounting
  • I joined a gym.  And I didn’t just join.  I’m working out and everything.  Pretty crazy.  I took a class called Body Sculpt and I thought it might be kind of challenging, but fun.  OH MY WORD.  Well, I almost threw up during the 5 minutes of ab exercises, if that tells you anything.  We did a lot of arm work though, which is something that I really need.  I noticed something kind of odd though.  When using the arm weights, there was one exercise that was seriously so hard and grueling that every time I lifted the weights (5 pounders, mind you), my upper lip would curl.  I seriously couldn’t control it!  My face was contorting like a crazy person!  I looked like Sylvester Stallone, but jiggly-er!!  I can tell you that because of the wall to wall mirror I was facing…..which I am here to tell you–if given the option to watch yourself during a body sculpt class, opt out, friend.  Just.Opt.Out.
  • Isaac has this new thing where he says, “awk-ward”, in a sing-song voice.  But he isn’t quite sure what awkward really means.  So I will tell him I’m making an omelet for lunch and he will say “Awk-ward”.  We keep trying to explain what awkward means and why it isn’t awkward to have an omelet for lunch.  I mean, it might be awkward to have an omelet for lunch if you were having a chicken over for lunch, but other than that, it’s just plain delicious.
  • Isaac knows 4 girls named Ella.  So the other day he said, that Little Ella at karate moved away.  She is different than Weird Ella from school.  I had never heard of “weird Ella” and I immediately started asking questions, trying to find out why he was calling her weird, which I told him wasn’t nice.  He said, well I’m weird.  (true)  Turns out, he calls her weird because they play a weird game together.  I could tell he was embarrassed about the game, but I finally got it out of him.  He said, she pretends to be my mom and I try to kiss her.  Which is when Jason and I looked at each other and said, “AWK-WARD!!!!!”.

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Generosity on Display April 23, 2013

Filed under: and that's how I feel about that,faith,friends — Elizabeth @ 12:17 PM

It’s not something I talk about much online, but for almost 9 months now, I have been doing some specialty baking for friends and family.  Once I started baking grain-free for us, other people got interested, and it kind of snowballed from there.  Until recently, I was using any money I made as profits to buy newer, more efficient kitchen tools.  But once I got my kitchen up to par, I felt a new desire growing in my heart.  The desire to give.  The desire to bless others with my excess.  My initial thought was to use some of the money I was making to buy healthy food to donate to vulnerable families.  This is something that I am very passionate about and it made sense considering that I made the money initially by selling healthy food.

While I did feel a green-light from God about the food donations, I also felt like he was telling me to bless someone else first.  There is a family nearby (The Hammonds) that I have met twice, and I knew that they were working to adopt 2 children from China.  I really felt like God was wanting me to give them the first bit of money I had to give.  So I was obedient to that urging.  And I sent them a check.

The very next week, The Hammonds held an online auction for fundraising.  They listed things that people donated to them, like scarves, jewelry, children’s items.  And I bid on some small things that I didn’t really need.  Then one day, they added a piece of art to their auction.  The art was valued at $175 and right when I saw it, I knew it was mine.  I just knew it.  It was a picture of that ride you see at fairs or carnivals.  The one with swings, and when you ride it, you feel like you are flying.  That was always my all-time favorite ride.  I had a visceral reaction to this art and I wanted it.  The bidding started at $45 and I bid $50.

The next day, someone outbid me and I upped my bid to $65.  Please bear in mind that I wasn’t gushing about this piece of art during the bidding process.  I was just posting my numbers and hoping I would win.

And then the day before the auction was over, someone else bid $175.  Her post talked about how much she loved this and how this was always her favorite ride.

I did not have the money to outbid her, and she seemed to love it so much that I figured even if I did, she would outbid me again.  So I let it go.  I wasn’t devastated, but I was a little sad…..although I was very happy that someone was giving $175 towards the adoptions!!!

Let me stress here that The Hammonds do not live in my town.  We met at an adoption banquet, and we only have one mutual friend (who I also met at the adoption banquet), who lives in a third city.  So I did not know any other people who were participating in this auction.

A few days went by, and Erica Hammond (the adoptive mom who held the auction) sent me a Facebook message.  She said, Guess what?  Wendy, who outbid you on the art, wants to give it to you as a gift.  She has already paid for it.  She just wants to bless you with it.

I do not know who this Wendy is, and she doesn’t know me.  But she felt God telling her to do something, and she obeyed.  And I am humbled.  And now this hangs in my living room……

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a reminder that God really does care about the desires of our heart.  A reminder to listen when God asks us to step out in generosity.  A reminder of the goodness in people when it feels like there is evil all around us.

Thank you, Wendy.

Give, and you will receive. Your gift will return to you in full–pressed down, shaken together to make room for more, running over, and poured into your lap. The amount you give will determine the amount you get back. (Luke 6:38 NLT)


In Case of Emergency April 10, 2013

Filed under: everyday life,mama of boys — Elizabeth @ 10:52 AM

Recently, I explained to the boys about bathroom emergencies.  Things work well at home when you can go to the bathroom at will.  But what about at school–during rest time when you’re supposed to be quiet, or during carpool when you have to stay in line?  What if you have to go?  I remember that fearful feeling as a child, when obedience and manners seem more important than listening to your own physical cues.

I told the boys that sometimes there are emergencies and all teachers understand this.  You will not get in trouble for having a poo-poo emergency.  Your teachers want you to make it to the bathroom–believe me.

So now it isn’t uncommon to hear them running to the bathroom at home, giggling that they are having a pee pee emergency.

This morning Matthew approached me and issued this sage advice, “Mommy, emergencies are pee-pee, poo-poo, and a fire inside your house”.

Or even worse–all three at the same time.


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Filed under: Matthew,special needs — Elizabeth @ 1:45 PM

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