Wednesday, April 23, 2008

...three...



Dear Gibson Jude,
Three years ago today I was laying in a hospital bed waiting for your arrival. I wondered what you would look like and what kind of personality you would have. I had no idea what my heart was in for. These last three years have given me more joy than I ever knew was possible. You truly are such a wonderful little boy. You make me laugh non-stop. You are always ready to do or say anything for a laugh. Also, I am always touched by your tender heart. Already, at 3, you have a heart for others and a desire not to see people hurting. You are incredibly sweet. I love how you make up funny words, and also how you always surprise us with your gigantic vocabulary. You are too smart for your own good sometimes! People often guess you are older because you are so tall and well-spoken, and I think sometimes you think you are older, too. You ask constantly if you can please ride a bus, go to school, and read books. Yesterday when we got in the van you asked if you could come up front because you, "have a license to drive". Oh my.
My little bear bear, I love you more than you will ever know. I pray for you every day and I know that God has a perfect plan for your life. I hope that you have a wonderful, fun-filled day today celebrating being three. And yes, like you asked today, you are bigger.
I love you baby, happy birthday!!!

Sunday, April 20, 2008

party time, excellent

Gibson will be three on Wednesday. Today we had a party for our family to celebrate with him!
He requested a Thomas the Train birthday.

Eating yummy pizza. He loved the napkins, of course...
balloons are always a hit...
in a gift-opening frenzy...
the amateur cake I made...
he loved it so that is all that matters...
and it was tasty!

Thursday, April 17, 2008

C'est tres adorable!




Here is Maya wearing one of her Oopsie Dazie clips. We love them and they are adorable! They have some other cute things I can't wait to try. I am very pleased with their prices (free shipping) and products! Just thought I would pass along the information!

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

OH yes

We have some fun news! You can head over to our new blog to check it out. I will still keep this one going, the other one will be solely for our adoption adventure.
Also, Friday May 2nd at 7 pm is our adoption benefit concert. Please join us for an amazing night of music and sharing in the dream of bringing home our next child from Ethiopia. It will be at Apex, and you will see a table set up in the lobby for the next 2 weekends. Pick up a flyer and join us!!!

our adoption blog: www.wingadoption.blogspot.com

Saturday, April 12, 2008

SAVE THE DATE

-Friday, May 2nd
-7:00 p.m.
-More details to come this week!!!

Friday, April 11, 2008

toot toot chugga chugga

A couple of weeks ago I went to a local Goodwill to find some treasures. My main goal was to buy a men's dress shirt to make into a dress for Maya (I saw it on another site and it is adorable. I will share pics when it is done). I told the kids they could each pick something small, a.k.a. cheap. Gibson had his eyes on a little guitar from the start. He absolutely loves it and is still playing with it now. Not too bad for $1.69. Well Maya just happened to pick up a Wiggles sing-along that she refused to part with. I tried to entice her with other things to no avail. I used to have to watch The Wiggles with the little boy I used to nanny, and I prayed I'd never have to endure it ever again. Well, it was only $1.50 so I gave in. Let me tell you, there is nothing that has mesmerized BOTH children so much! It is only 30 minutes long, and they love each and every minute. That is saying a lot for Maya too. It is now my magic go-to. I am home alone with the kids tonight and they were acting crazy with only about a half hour until bed time. So I pulled out the magic. I am now having a few moments of peace while they dance and sing! The major down-side is that I will now be singing, "toot toot, chugga chugga, big red car" all night long! Agh.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

BOO

Now, Michael Johns was by no means my favorite on AI, but I definitely think he got the shaft tonight. There were several people (a few of the girls) that I think should have left before him. Good bye, I shall miss you ascot boy.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Out-of-doors

Running through the newly green grass

Laughing at floating bubbles

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Pinch pinch

So what do you do when your son wakes up at midnight with his first really big nightmare? You run to him, comfort him, hug him, pray for him, speak a little truth and rational to him...right? Well none of that seemed to work the other night. Gibson has cried in the night with dreams before, but never screaming like this. I went in his room and he was terrified. He told me that crab arms were in his bed and trying to get him (yes, I had to turn my head so he didn't see me laugh at the "crab arms"). He said they were going, "pinch, pinch, pinch". Oh my. Just what do I say to that? I prayed for him and he seemed comforted. Daddy came and emptied out the bed and showed him nothing was there. We talked about some good things he could dream about like baseball and building sandcastles on the beach (looking back on it, maybe the beach wasn't a good choice, considering the potential for the crab arms and all). He was laughing and happy by that point. We laid him back down. Not 5 minutes later he was crying and screaming for us. He said he was scared and that the crab arms were trying to get him and he could hear the pinching noises. We had compassion on him, of course. We even let him lay in bed with us, which he really has never done before. He was good laying with Daddy, but when I went back to lay with him so Phil could get some work done, he got a little chatty. Lucky me. He also started floppin' around like a fresh trout. I had a massive headache goin' on, so I started not handling the situation very well. We decided to try his bed again. Suddenly the pinchy crab arms were back. Great. Let me tell you, you feel bad for him for awhile. Really, I feel for him, I had terrible dreams as a child. And then you reach the point where you think: OK dude, there is nothing there, nothing to be afraid of...and it is 3 IN THE MORNING!!!! At about 4:40 Phil just made a bed on the floor beside him hoping that would help. We were all exhausted. The last time I looked at the clock it said 5 something, Phil said it was 6 something for him because apparently Gibson got chatty again. We were all up for the day at 9. I do not do well with no sleep people. This momma didn't have much patience that next day. Thankfully, it isn't continuing. And that is a good, good thing! Poor baby.