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{summer ♥} Wizard Potion Drinks

6.30.12

1. Put all young wizards who are privy to spilling, grabbing, drinking incomplete potions, and screaming to bed. This step cannot be overlooked.

2. Allow more mature wizards (clothed in hooded capes and with wands by their side) to choose flavored magic crystals (aka. unsweetened drink mix, in our case blue raspberry and cherry).

3. Mix those crystals with highly secretive and potent crushed diamonds (aka. sugar) and stir gently together.

4. Add in an appropriate amount of H2O (aka. water) to activate the magic crystals and diamond mixture.
5. In glasses (preferably fancy ones for extra power), place a small amount of frozen dreams (aka. vanilla ice cream).
6. Pour a small amount of the magic potion over the frozen dreams.
7. Wave your magic wand over the concoction and say your own magic words (aka. mostly jibber jabber) before pouring magic fizzy drink (aka. lemon lime soda) over it.
8. Have paper towels ready. This potion can actively erupt, causing lots of oooos and ahhhhs as it does.
9. Stand back and watch as young wizards sip their drinks and talk wizard talk around the table.
10. Don’t be surprised if it’s a little too sweet even for wizards with the sweetest sweet teeth around.
we ♥ summer

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: why can't they just stay little forever

Bare Naked Lady

6.28.12

Can you guess what we’ve been doing lately?

It’s all going quite well.

Though I think she’s using it as an excuse to just be naked all day.

And, I’m not fighting her on it. 
This mama’s choosing her battles. 
Naked vs. clothes just isn’t one of them.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Lydia

Progress

6.24.12

God has a way of moving at just the right time, doesn’t He?

Just as we started our Empowered to Connect Train-the-Trainer course, Lydia stepped it up.

The yelling. The hitting. The going from 0-60 in seconds. Throw in a bite or two, and that’s been our world for the last month.

Plenty of opportunities to practice what we’re learning. And, that we have.
Giving her the words to use (“I can see you are mad. That makes you super mad, doesn’t it?”… “You don’t like when I do that, do you? You can tell me that.”).
Giving her the redos (“Wait a minute. What don’t you try that again.”).
And, giving her a stop sign when warranted (“Lydia, you need to stop that right now, and use words that we can understand!”
We have so much to learn.
A few days ago, my invitation to get in the bath wasn’t accepted, and she was angry. She looked right into my eyes, bent over with her arms flung back, and yelled out, “I…want…to…hit you!” 
“Thank you for using your words! Good job!” 
She still had to get in the bath. But, she got some praise and a hug first which unnerved her enough that the anger dissipated.
And, yesterday, she snagged something right out of Mark’s hands with a “Let I have dat!” Mark simply looked at her with a message she clearly got, and she handed it back and said, “Let I try that again,” and then asked for it.
Progress.
And, today, as Mama went out to breakfast with some other adoptive mamas (a breakfast that didn’t bring me home until 2pm), she soaked up time with Daddy, asking to be held “like a baby” and falling asleep in his arms for 25 minutes. Tonight, she wanted him to feed her her bottle, and she laid close to his chest while he held it for her. 
Learning to use words. Redos. 
Progress.

Ni Hao Yall

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Filed Under: attachment, Lydia

Overthinking fundraising

6.21.12

Fundraising.

Just the word can give me the chills. I picture overpriced wrapping paper and pizza kits, going door to door and begging family friends to help me go on my choir trip or get new softball uniforms.

Years later, I don’t really remember who bought the candy bars or candles or pizza kits I was selling though I remember where they got me.

But, raising funds—terms with a whole lot less chill factor, in my opinion—for an adoption is entirely different.

A private domestic adoption may cost around $20,000. An international adoption costs a whole lot more than that–$10,000-$25,000 more than that. I have a friend who spent $60,000 to bring their daughter home. There are simply not a lot of families who have that kind of money at their fingertips.

Enter…raising funds.

And, enter criticism.

If you can’t afford to adopt, you shouldn’t be doing it. You shouldn’t use a child to play on people’s sympathies to give you money. If you wouldn’t fundraise to buy a house or your car, you shouldn’t do it for an adoption either.

But, see, a child isn’t a house or a car. And, not having $20,000-$45,000 in a savings account doesn’t disqualify you as a good parent—thankfully. And, actually, I’d venture to say that most families raising funds for their adoptions are not standing on street corners with cans and a picture of a malnourished child wearing a tent sign saying, “Help bring my baby home.”

I give families raising funds for adoptions a lot of respect. Everywhere I go online, I’m finding families who have designed and are selling great t-shirts to raise funds. I’m finding moms who have learned a craft and are working hard when all is quiet in their homes at night to make them and list them online. I’m finding parents writing books, threading needles, making jewelry (and more and more jewelry), selling coffee, teaching a skill–in this case, Chinese!, becoming artists, selling items through The Sparrow Fund (there’s a program for fundraising families), gathering unwanted stuff to sell at massive yard sales, hosting giveaways for Kindle Fires, putting together big ole raffles, doing their best to somehow get closer to that money needed to grow their families through adoption.

And, I’m finding God providing.

These families aren’t playing on my sympathies and making me say, “Fine, already, take my money!” Instead, I’m saying, “I want to be a part of that family’s story. I want to play a part—albeit a small part—of God’s provision for that family.”

I read a post not long ago written by an adult adoptee criticizing adoption fundraising, criticizing adoption itself in a lot of ways. At one point, the author wrote specifically about fundraising with this:

Is it really so hard to see how that [fundraising] is using the child, your future child, for personal gain? Do what you have to do, but is doing it at the expense of your child’s privacy, and well-being, really how you want to begin your new family? What will it teach your child? Will it teach them that when you want something bad enough, it is acceptable to play on the compassion and sympathy of others to get what you want?

Is that really how parents want to begin their new families?

Yes.

What will it teach their children?

It will teach their children that they did all they could to bring them home. It will teach their children that their being a part of their families was not a mistake. Families will recall to their children the late nights, the thank-you notes, the clicking away on the computer. And, they will tell their children how God provided through people—people who shopped with purpose and people who gave with purpose.

Count me in.

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Filed Under: adoption

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