Grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ
2 Peter 3:18

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Ethridge Update

Long time, no post.  We've been pretty busy around here, but I'm not sure if I have many pictures to prove it.  Mostly busy with not so fun stuff...

Wilson has just finished his first round of achievement tests- which he though was fantastic.  They were his best everyday!!  Can't believe I have a little one big enough to be filling in bubbles on a scan tron sheet.  (Scan tron is probably an outdated word- they probably score their cards by infrared web cams or something- but you know what I'm talking about)  He's also the proud care taker of two baby turtles (although I see us cutting that back to one by the end of the week- two babies are very cute, two adult 10" turtles in my study, not so cute).

Phil has continued his Geocaching quest with Wilson and Miller eagerly following him anywhere for a treasure hunt.  It's all fun and games until someone gets poison ivy, though.  Poor Phil, it seems that this is going to be our "first sign of spring" from now on.  He never had it as a kid, but now it just seems to hunt him down!

I have been anxiously patiently watching emails and adoption boards hoping to hear that Eliza Grace is being processed to leave Korea.  If there is in fact any pattern to time lines she was probably submitted for her emigration permit last week.  However, our social worker in Korea has been out of the office since last Wednesday and won't be back until tomorrow (maybe today, I can't keep the time difference straight!).  Then the US office will be closed this Friday for Good Friday, so it may be next week before we hear anything.  Early this week I realized I was actually a little relieved that we didn't hear anything last week.  Up until now going to get her has seemed so far in the future and so abstract.  Monday it sank that I could have just heard we'd be going to get our baby soon and I kind of freaked a little.  You know when you're engaged and you know you're going to get married and you've bought a dress and picked out a cake and looked at 1000 flower arrangements, but then like the week before you go "Oh my gosh, we're really going to do this!"  Or when you've been pregnant for 10-1/2 months and you've set up a nursery, been to the doctor a gagillion times, washed tons of tiny clothes, but it's not until you're driving to the hospital that you go "we're not getting back in this car with the back seat empty...ever again!"  Well, I'm there.  We're really going to pick up a 16 month old and say "you're living with us now, ok?"  What if she hates sleeping in her crib?  She's probably never slept in one before- most babies sleep on mats by their foster moms.  Which leads to the next panic attack of what if Pottery Barn doesn't sell the quilt that Miller has on her bed anymore and we wind up with this really miss matched room (wouldn't that just be the end of the world!?)  To ensure we won't have TOTAL chaos, I did go buy a few more yards of the fabric that is on Miller's headboard- at least those will match.  What if she screams the WHOLE time we're in Korea, what if she screams the WHOLE way home, what if she really hates us for a LONG  time, what if I NEVER sleep again!? 

What if I stop worrying and remember Who set us on this path and Who will see us through.  What if I remember that we've been new parents twice- neither time was a perfect walk in the park, but we wouldn't change a thing.  What if I remember the indescribable joy I have in my heart every time I see my sweet baby girl's face and the ever growing impatience to get there and hold her.  Oh yeah . . . everything's going to be GREAT- mismatched beds and all!

So then I pulled it together to go to jury duty this morning.  Yep jury duty.  There's just something about being in the courthouse in Canton that brings back the scenes of A Time to Kill.  We were greeted this morning with "Y'all'n come in the courtroom now"  (Note to my non deep south readers: Y'all'n is actually three words in one "you all can").  We all filed in and proceeded to be entertained by a video (yep- VHS) of the jury process.  Thanks, I watch A LOT of Law and Order- I really don't need the video.  You can return it to whatever high school substitute teacher you stole it from, k?  Then we got to take a break- thank goodness- that was grueling.  Then we got to the excuse part.  I got out pretty early on- kind of wish I had gotten to hear some of the other sob stories.  What was my airtight case?  Sick child, we're going to see a specialist in the morning.  "Ma'am, you'n* go.  You don't have to call or come back."  I said thanks, the judge said "yes, ma'am".

*you'n singular of y'all'n

Which brings us to, Miller and her fourth ear infection of the last few months.  We're going to see her favorite ENT (I say that in most sarcastic tone my keys will allow me to type) in the morning.  I hope he feels like this is just a string of bad luck, but I also hope if we need a third set of tubes he can tell now so that we can get it over with before we leave to get Eliza Grace.

My sweet Nan is still with us, but is very weak.  None of us understands the reasoning behind the aging process or what the Lord is doing through it, but we trust that he does work all things to his glory.  I am also bitter sweetly optimistic that Nan will see that glory first hand soon.  What an awesome thought!

My best for today has probably already happened.  Right before I sat down to post, the Fed Ex lady pulled up in my driveway.  She flung open the door to her truck and said (with the biggest grin and in the most excited whisper) Have you gotten the baby yet!?  I slumped my shoulders and said no, not yet.  She frowned and said, "I hadn't seen y'all in a long time, I just knew you'd gone to get the baby"  She handed me my package and told me, "hurry up and go get that baby- I'm getting impatient."  "Me too, girl.  Me too!"  Eliza Grace, we may never know how many people are cheering you home baby girl, but I'm so thankful for each one I find out about.  Hope you're sleeping well.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Let's get Vanya Home!

If you go to my "favorite blogs" tab you'll find No Greater Joy Mom.  Oh my goodness- what an amazing woman and family.  They have seven children- four were adopted with some pretty significant special needs.  Their stories of what having a family can do for someone with "special needs" are inspiring and truly an example of what happens when you allow God to break your heart for what breaks His.  Adéye is also an unbelievable advocate for orphans.  Read a few posts of her blog and you'll be astounded at what the Lord has done for some pretty desperate adoptive parents trying to get their little ones home through her blog.   Right now she is trying to get a little boy in Russia named Vanya's adoption funded so that all he'll need is a family to commit to him.  He's an older child and will be transferred from his orphanage to a much worse place if he's not placed with a family soon.  She's raised over $9000 from complete strangers in a matter of days- what a blessing for this little boy and his family!  Please check out her post.  "Chip In" (at the top of her blog) $5, $10, whatever you feel led and watch the Lord will do.  Also spread the word on your blog or facebook.  She has got some pretty awesome giveaways up for grabs.  Just comment that you chipped in, blogged, and/or facebooked about Vanya.  Leave a comment for each way you helped- you'll get an entry for each.  As important as each of these steps is please also pray for the family he's waiting on.  Is it you?  Is it a friend of yours?  Pray that this family will answer God's calling to place orphans with families soon!

Thanks!!

What a Super Weekend!

The Ethridges had a GREAT weekend.  I'm not sure there's anything else we could have crammed into the last three days!

Friday Wilson had a birthday party to go to after school.  It was in the woods behind the birthday boy's grandparents' house and there were water guns!!  About 30 minutes into the squirting Wilson came running up to me and said "Mom! My tooth just came out!"  This was number six and I think the first one with NO TEARS!! 

We left the party came home and put on dry clothes and went with daddy and his office to the Braves game that night.  The kids had a great time jumping in the bouncy houses, eating hot dogs, and watching fireworks.  I think there may have actually been a baseball game going on, but I'm not sure ;)

We came home worn out and went to bed late.  We got up the next morning and loaded up to head to Starkville for Super Bulldog weekend.  We had so much fun seeing Uncle John, playing with Oscar- a REAL bulldog, more jumping in bouncy houses, meeting cheerleaders, eating ice cream, watching a little football, and seeing friends.

 Oscar at the KA house

 Playing in the fountain at the Chapel of Memories
 Pow wow about 2/3's of the way to the baseball game- Do we want to keep walking in the blazing heat, stand in the sun, and watch the dogs be gator bait, or do we want to turn around and go find some ice cream?
Dad, do you really have to ask?  ICE CREAM!!
 Miller with a "Cheer Cheer" She had a great time singing the fight song with her!
 The Maroon & White game.
From there we went to meet Evelyn.  It was SO GREAT to see her home and to watch her in action.  She has a great temperament and the BEST smile.  We could have watched her for hours.  Made me very anxious to get some news on our girl!!  We went to church the next morning with the O'maras and then started the trek back home.



We unpacked the van and went to the park for a birthday picnic for Pat Pat.  Fun, fun cousin time and some yummy food.  Hard to beat a chocolate cupcake!!
Happy Birthday Pat Pat!

 Paw, Wilson, & Phil
 Me and my niece- we were discussing our matching double chins...she said she try to cut back on the Enfamil, I said I do better about the butterfingers
 Amy & Matthew
 Playing Princess Frisbee with Paw
Matthew and Uncle Phiiuuul

Fun, fun, fun- Happy Monday, y'all!

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow!

A dear family from our church the Perkins have FINALLY met their little girl in Russia.  They have been on the adoption roller coaster for years.  This has been an extrodinairy ride including one trip all the way to Russia to meet a few possible matches only to get there and find there were no children available in the area they were taken to!

This weekend they met 11 month old Betsy!!  I can't even express how thrilled I am for them.  Hurry home Betsy, you have three big brothers, a big sister, and a huge church family dying to meet you!!

Saturday, April 02, 2011

Adoption Education ;)

 I did not write this, but a lot of does kind of sound like something I'd say- lol.  I love Tracy's answers to the "most common questions" adoptive parents get.  Yes- I think I've heard almost everything on this list, but I pray that these questions are left burning in my ears and not in those of our children.  Please, please don't take this as a blanket "don't ask me any questions about adoption".  I LOVE talking about adoption and really love discussing it with anyone interested in the process especially if they are considering it for their family.  However, I hope that those who are just "curious" will think before they ask something in front of my children.  You never know what kids are thinking or how they will process something they overhear.  I have had many many rude questions over the six years that I've been a parent about my age and "how young" I must have been when I started having children.  It's all I can do not to scream I'M OVER THIRTY.  I was 25 and had been married for two years before my first child was born.  Most people quickly try to turn it into a complement of how young I look and how glad I'll be one day.  I'm sure I will.  Right after I answer the next question.  It will be from the wide eyed six year old, "Mamma, what were y'all talking about?"
So, without further adew. . .
Especially in front of their kids.
by Tracy Hahn-Burkett


Author Tracy Hahn-Burkett has a four-year-old daughter adopted from Korea and a seven-year-old biological son. Whether well-intentioned, curious or inappropriate, Hahn-Burkett has had many a question lobbied in her direction regarding her daughter and their family make-up. Hahn-Burkett offers you, the curious, some advice before you speak. Along with ten questions one should not ask an adoptive parent, she gives her blunt responses.

  
  • Is it difficult to love a child who isn’t your own?

My children are my own — both of them. Yes, I know what you mean. And I repeat: both of my children are "my own."


  • I could never love someone who doesn’t share my biology.

I’m sorry your heart is so limited. And presumably your spouse doesn’t share your biology, so I’m sorry for him or her, too.

  • She/he’s so lucky.

If there are adoptive parents who haven’t heard this one, I don’t know them. Yes, my adopted child is lucky, just like her brother who was born to me — just like any kid blessed with a good family. Moreover, my husband and I are lucky to have her as a daughter. My daughter is not lucky, however, by virtue of having been adopted or because she’s been adopted by an American family. Her life story will always be one that begins with wrenching loss of family, country, language, culture and all things related to the place and people from whence she came. She will have to figure out how to incorporate all of this into her identity at some point, no matter how much we love her.


  •  That’s great you’re adopting, it’s so much easier than having the child yourself.

Clearly, you have never adopted a child. What, exactly, is easy about it? Is it the hundreds of questions prospective adoptive parents have to answer along the path to adoption, questions that go to the heart of what kind of people they are and dissect every aspect of their lives? Is it committing to a lifetime of knowing that at anytime from toddlerhood through adulthood, your child may come to you with wrenching questions about his or her origins and your answers may be unsatisfactory? Is it knowing that the very fact that your child is yours means that somewhere a woman will probably grieve every day of her life for the child she could not raise? Is it missing the early months, sometimes years, of your child’s life? Is it telling your child when he or she asks to see baby pictures, "Sorry, I don’t have any"? I could go on, but you get the point.


  •  She’s so adorable; she’s just like a little China doll!

Yes, thank you, I think she’s cute, too [edited to remove a rant about the term china doll ... I take no offense to that particularly because it does not mean a doll from China as so many sensitive AP's take it to mean- I added a link if you're intested]  If you’re going to gush and coo over her, please consider that blond-haired, blue-eyed boy standing right next to her. He’s my kid, too. He’s pretty cute, too. And he can hear you.

  
  • Her "real" mother was probably a prostitute.

I’m her "real" mother, and so far as I can recall, I have never been a prostitute.


  •  What kind of a person would give up such a beautiful, sweet child? (This comment is often accompanied by a clucking of the tongue.)

In general, the kind of person whose options are limited in ways you have never even had to imagine. Birthmothers are not bad people. Very few, if any, birthmothers who relinquish their children do so lightly. For most, it is a searing, heartbreaking decision that will haunt them forever. Also, please understand that when you say things about my child’s birthmother, you are commenting about the woman who gave my daughter life and whose genes remain an inseparable part of her — forever.


  •  People who adopt children from other countries just don’t want black babies, or People who adopt children from other countries just want an "exotic" child, or People who adopt children from other countries are shirking their responsibility to adopt at home.
Very few parents who choose international adoption do so because they don’t like "dark" kids or because they want an "exotic" child. The systems of international and domestic adoption differ in fundamental ways, and most parents who choose to adopt educate themselves thoroughly and then pick the program that is best for them.

  
  • Anything in Chinese addressed to the Asian adopted child.
[I personally would not consider this a huge faux pas- or even put it on a list of 10 things not to ask in front of my child- in contrast I think it would give us a chance to discuss her heritage with the asker and later on at home]


This happened to me when my daughter was a year old. A woman in an elevator said something to my daughter in Chinese, and by the time I figured out what had just taken place, the woman was gone (thereby robbing me of my opportunity to deliver any sort of snarky reply). My daughter is American, has lived in this country since infancy, and the language she understands is English. Why would you assume anything else?

[Many people want to know if Eliza Grace has been taught English- well, she's only 14 months old, so how much of any language would you expect her to know?  But the answer is no.  She lives in South Korea, with a South Korean family.  They might know some English, but I'll bet I know A LOT  less Korean :)  She'll know a few words of Korean, but will pick up English quickly.  Someone did recently make an intersting statement about adopting an international toddler- "don't forget that their thoughts will be in Korean"  Toddlers do understand and use a lot more of their language than they verbalize.  What a culture shock for this little girl!]


  •  How much did she cost?

Another one we’ve all heard, generally more than once. But my child is not a melon; I did not pick her up at the store. She cost me nothing. I did, however, spend quite a bit on adoption fees to support the process and travel costs, just as I spent quite a bit on medical care, etc., in conjunction with the conception and birth of my biological son. If you truly want to learn more about the financial aspect of either process, I will be happy to discuss that with you. If you’re only interested in knowing in order to pass judgment, it’s none of your business.

Thanks for reading!

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Overheard

The following is from a fellow AP (adoptive parent) from her FB (facebook) page today.  I left the names off just in case their "neighbors that they didn't friend" happen to read my blog- lol.

Status: "xxxx thinks it is funny how I used to find folks from the Holt BB [bulletin board- where all the mammas get together online to ask questions, get advice, vent frustration, share excitement over a piece of paper coming in the mail, etc] on Facebook and be tempted to request their friendship, but was afraid they'd think I was a crazy stalker. Now, over half of my friends list has at least one little Asian cutie in the profile picture. :) I love my AP friends!"

Comment #4: " I won't accept someone who lives down the street that I don't know really well, but if they are an AP mom I'll accept them every time. :)"

Comment #5: "Well our fellow AP have been checked by the FBI, BCI, had a child abuse clearance and check by the Dept of Homeland security! Plus they have cute kids. LOL! The neighbors have not been checked by all of those people and they can't have kids as cute as ours!! LOL!!!!!"

Hmmm- so that's why I've never felt awkward "talking" to all these strangers about my children. 




Monday, March 28, 2011

Adoption CheckList

Thought I'd share this checklist I just found on a fellow Korea Adoption Family's blog.  In case you're considering adoption- this is pretty much the process for all countries, agencies, and programs.  LOL!
Happy Monday!!

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Hello from Eliza Grace


I was 14 months old on the 10th. I'm 32 inches and 22 pounds! It looks like I like cookies and I'm really excited about these bows that Mamma, Daddy, Wilson, and Miller sent me. Thank you to the O'Maras for bringing goodies to me, Umma, and Appa. I can't wait to get to play with Evelyn!! My next check up will be in May- talk to you then!!



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Happy St. Patrick's Day- 2011

I have a book to recommend- Celebrating the Christian Year by Martha Zimmerman.  My blog friend Kelly (and fellow Korean adoptive Mamma) over at The Minus One Project has blogged many times about it and I had to check it out.  Mom gave it to me for Christmas and I couldn't put it down.  Martha (we're on a first name basis) reveals so much that I never knew about the many Christian celebrations that we still observe (or that are at least mentioned in our churches today).  She also has so many great suggestions for celebrating the holidays without loosing site of their true meanings or origins all while keeping the focus on Christ and what learn about him through observing special days related to his life or the lives of Christians who have walked before us and left big footprints for us to fill.  (The book is currently out of print- so you'll have to find a used one!)

I have to admit, I never knew much about Saint Patrick or why we even had a day on our calendar marked in his honor.  What a blessing and what fun to learn about him and great lesson of forgiveness and spreading the gospel at all costs his life exemplifies.

The kids started the day by watching Secret of the Kells while mom woke up.  Really fun movie set in Ireland.  We then started the fun...

We had green oatmeal while I summarized the story of Patrick and why his life is worth celebrating.  He lived in what is now Britian during the Roman Empire.  He and his family were Christian.  Irish pirates came down regularly and raided the unstable/under protected area.  Patrick was kidnapped and taken to Ireland as a slave/prisoner.  Many years later he was able to escape and get back to his family.  He soon realized he had been among unbelievers in Ireland and had pity upon them.  He went back the land of his captors and began to spread the gospel and plant churches.  It is believed that he used the shamrocks growing wildly in the area to illustrate the Trinity (three complete parts making one hole).  Wilson interjected here that you could also use poison ivy for the illustration.  Yes this holiday would look completely different if its origins were in the Southern United States!!

We spent the rest of the day focusing on clover and the great reminder it is for us of the loving triune God we serve. 

We painted empty paper towel and toilet paper tubes green, cut them into strips, and then made clover to hang on our banister garland.

We picked clover from our backyard to put in the center of our table for dinner- beef stew and a very green pistachio cake, yum.


Of course, the kids were much more interested in this guy that hitched a ride in on the dirt clods in the clover bucket.


Biology lesson of the day- if you live in a clover patch, and you eat a clover patch, you have very St. Patrick's Day themed poo.  Wilson learned this the hard way- but was rolling on the floor laughing when he saw that his souvenir from Patrick the Grub was EXACTLY the same color as the clover they'd been stuffing in the vase!

The kids took an afternoon break and decided to watch Pirates of the Caribbean.  Well, there were pirates in the story of Patrick.  Right.  Right!? 


Then we had a yummy snack.  Clover pretzels.  We dipped mini twists into some green colored white chocolate and put them together in threes. 

Happy Saint Patty's, Y'all!


The Tooth Pulling Machine

That was the title of this picture when Phil texted it to me one night last week. Wilson lost two teeth in two days- and pulled them both himself. The second was actually a successful execution of the old tying a string to a door knob and attaching the other end to the tooth trick. Neither Phil nor I had ever seen that really work- but it did!!

As my mom says- he now looks like a real six year old!!

I have to add that the tooth fairy is really starting to show her age. She made it to his room for the first tooth, but was apparently just too tired to make it back the next night. Seriously!? What does it take to get good service these days!



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Tuesday, March 01, 2011

Preview Party at the Science Museum

A few weeks ago our family went to the preview party for the new temporary butterfly exhibit at our Natural Science Museum.  It is a really great exhibit with lots of interactive displays.
My very hungry caterpillars in their cocoons.
Wilson with one of the butterflies that landed on him!

One of the many gators

Funny story from the trip.  The portion of the exhibit with live butterflies is in the indoor swamp area of the museum.  For those of you not familiar with the museum, this is a glassed in room with with a huge aquarium that is about 5 ft. tall and full of alligators, turtles, and fish.  The room is connected to the rest of the museum, but separated by doors that stay closed I'm sure for climate control purposes.  So for now, there are also butterflies flitting through this room with stands of orange halves for them to munch on.  There were guides at the door telling us to watch where we step because the butterflies were also all over the ground (which is made out of decking material making it hard to see dark butterflies).  No strollers were allowed and we were all tip toeing around with the occasional "WATCH OUT! YOU'RE ABOUT TO STEP ON ONE!" being yelled throughout the building.  (Maybe they should have thought twice about having the general public mingling with their precious endangered bugs...)  So anyway, Phil is carefully watching the alligators in the tank and notices that a butterfly has landed on one of the logs floating in the swamp.  He then sees a pair of gator eyes floating towards the log.  Then the eyes rise up out of the water and are trained on the butterfly.  And SNAP the butterfly is GONE!  Who knew- next to human feet, an alligator is a butterfly's most dangerous predator!!  

I'm thinking that there wasn't a lot of consideration for the circle of life in designing this portion of the exhibit.