Buddy Walk!!

We went to Buddy Walk on Saturday. Here are a few photos. I used to worry about how having a child/children with Down Syndrome would affect how people accepted us but I don't worry about that anymore.

 Justine and I couldn't resist taking a photo of all of our Reece's Rainbow kids in front of the Reece's Rainbow table. I love how Reece is peeking over their shoulders. Timothy came from Hong Kong earlier this year, and Joseph was Justine's Christmas Angel, before she knew he would be her neighbor right here in Oklahoma. Fascinating!

There were three young ladies with Down Syndrome up on the stage cheering alongside the cheerleaders. Sweet!

 Here are my two favorite buddies exchanging a kiss at the end of the day. What a fun time! Please join us next year!!

iPad communication device?

Which one of you told me about a communication device for speech impaired individuals? Was it for an iPad or iPhone? What is it called and how would I find it?

The fair and other random activities

I've been slow to get pictures  posted. These are from a couple of weeks ago. We went to the fair with our homeschool group.

It's always nice to be around other families to reassure me that silliness is very normal in boys.:)

Some have asked what we do with the little ones while the older ones are homeschooling. As I've mentioned before I have tried to narrow our curriculum choices down to ones that can be done mostly independently. Of course I'm always available to answer questions for the independent work and then we do some subjects as a family: Bible, History, Latin and Science. 

I've been working with Joseph and Zoya on fine motor stuff. As you can see Joseph knows how to color  but prefers to color directly on surfaces rather than paper. Here he is transferring water from one container using a bulb syringe. He loves this activity!

Once I started working with Zoya I realized how developmentally delayed she is. She will really benefit from therapy, speech and OT, and we are considering enrolling her in school so she can get some of the special services offered there too. She still scribbles very much like a 2 year old. I'm trying to teach her to draw circles and lines and color in the lines. She will get there, sweet girl.

Jude and Liesel wanted to do something nice for their music teacher who just moved into her new house. They made her a cake that said 'Welcome Home' and bought her a housewarming candle, with their own money. I thought it was really sweet and they thought of it all on their own. Mrs. Bass is a great teacher and I highly recommend her to anyone in the area. She teaches piano, voice, and guitar.

Joseph loves the cat but I'm afraid the feeling is not mutual. 

Last week I took the girls to lunch and shopping. Do you notice how Zoya plugs her nose while drinking from a straw? Her daddy taught her this. She has also learned that by plugging her nose she can make sounds she never could make before. Like "p" and "b" and "s".

While we were eating I noticed Hope's bottom tooth hanging by a thread. I asked her if I could wiggle it, knowing I could yank it right out without her even knowing. Yep it came right and and she was thrilled. She has been watching her siblings, including Ava, losing teeth for years, and it was finally her turn. Yipppeeeee. 

I've mentioned three of Joseph's things are

1. paper

2. water

and 

3. being naked.

Imagine the fun he had doing all 3 at once!

Add motorcyles to that list. I thought he was trying to say 'mama' but it soon became clear that it was motorcycles he wanted.

Joseph's first day of school

We have gone back and forth and back and forth on whether to keep Joseph at home this year or go ahead and send him to school. On one hand, attachment and bonding is important. On the other hand, the boy needs lots of structure and when he gets bored you know some of the mischievousness that occurs. On one hand we really like having him around cause he's so sweet and a lot of fun. On the other hand, it is nearly impossible to effectively homeschool the others when watching Joseph is a non-stop responsibility. On one hand there are things we can teach at home but on the other hand there is so much more that the school can offer. Ultimately school was the winner.

I was a little distressed during his testing and his IEP meeting because he was not cooperative. Not one bit.  If they wanted him to drop the bean bag into the bucket, he would throw the beanbag across the room and dump the bucket upside down. If they wanted him to point to the ball, he slapped the book and laughed....Etc.....That kind of thing. He took off his shirt and ran around the room knocking things off the counters. When I tried to correct him he arched his back and hollered. And laughed. Yes, it was that kind of first impression. I knew he was just overstimulated and overwhelmed and excited, because, although he is generally 'busy', he is 10 times busier and more excitable in a new environment (as we learned the first day we met him, when he broke my necklace, pulled my hair, yanked out my earring, and pinched and slapped John's face. Did I never mention this?)

I tried to tell the teachers and therapists that they were seeing him at his worst, just as we had on that first day, and I promised he would be better after the first day or so. I prayed he didn't make a liar out of me when I dropped him off for the first time this morning. I was a little tearful and a little worried, but it ended up being a wonderful day. Here are Joseph's first-ever first-day-of-school pictures. Hope was SO excited and so proud to take him around and introduce her "baby brother" (ha! they are only 10 days apart) to her fellow classmates.

Here is his first teacher, Mrs. Riggs. She called me about 10:00 am to tell me he was being a perfect angel so far! She said he sat at his little desk ALL through circle time, calendar time and music, he rested his little chubby hands on his face and listened intently, and bobbed his head and clapped to the music. They were really impressed with his pencil grip and the fact that he was able to do his craft all by himself with no help. I knew he had it in him! I am so proud. Mrs. Riggs called me later in the afternoon and said he was still having a great day, and that everyone loved him. He went to PE and she said he LOVED the parachute. He will get physical, occupational and speech therapy at school, and he will attend certain classes with the typical kindergartners, which I am so happy about. He and Hope get to eat lunch together and play together at recess. A little birdie told me that Hope tried to hold his hand at recess and Joseph wouldn't let her, so she held on to his shirt instead. :) How I love them.

I remembered a very low point in my life when I cried my eyes out, the time I learned that Joseph had been deemed unadoptable by a judge, and we had to face the reality that when he turned six last month he would be transferred to a mental institution where he would spend the rest of his life. Remember that post? 

Well today not only is he NOT in a mental institution, he had a mama who picked him up from a real school where his teachers who already love him are determined to help him reach his full potential. His mama welcomed him home with a little snack, went through his little backpack, pulled out his little craft, and hung it on the refrigerator next to some photos of his brothers and sisters.

God is amazing and life is sweet.

While we were eating....

Some have asked why we would adopt when we already had our hands full? And why would we adopt special needs when there are healthy ones available? And why do we go overseas when there are children in U.S. foster care that are available for adoption?

This poem and these videos say it all. Thanks to Meredith for allowing me to copy it.

While we were eating…
… they were hungry
While we were playing…
… they were restrained
While we were tucking our kids into bed…
… they were alone
While we turned up the heat…
… they laid in the icy cold
While we wrapped our children in blanket sleepers…
… they laid in their own excrement
While we sang songs and listened to music…
… they listened to the screams and cries of those around them
While we rocked our babies…
… they silently rocked themselves
While we hugged our kids…
… they scratched at their own faces and pulled their own hair for stimulation
While we cried over scraped knees…
… they moaned in their loneliness
While we brushed our daughters’ beautiful hair…
… they had their heads shaven to stave off the lice
While we fought off the flu with love and nourishment…
… they got the flu and went Home.
No longer suffering… but so many more still are.
In memory of those that have never felt the love of a family, but have passed away alone.

By: Meredith Cornish








For those who don't think adoption is a rescue mission, think again.

In Memory of Luke.....

Last week we received some very sad news. Frankly I haven't felt like blogging and I certainly can't blog about anything else before I dedicate this post to our dear friend, Luke.

John went to a men's Bible group a few years ago that met at Starbucks. He came home one night and said he met a young college student-- a funny, smart, super-nice guy who was far away from his family in California, and do you think we should invite him over for dinner one night? Sure, I said.

So in a week or so I met Luke for the first time. I think I made enchiladas. He did certainly have a sense of humor, an obvious zeal for life, good manners. He spoke about his wonderful family back home, and his dream of being a successful businessman. What struck me most about Luke was how easily he engaged in conversation with us and how quickly he connected with our kids. The kids LOVED him, and begged to have him over again. And so our relationship with Luke began. He started coming over to play Wii, or RockBand, and to watch movies. He helped John with projects around the house. And of course he would come over for home cooked meals and even brought a friend a time or two. He spent one Thanksgiving with us.

Luke told us that he loved hanging with our family because he too wanted a big family. :) He knew he would have to pick a special woman, one that could handle six kids (ha!) and so our family and our home soon became the 'ultimate test' for any girls he dated. Yes he brought three different girls over, and apparently they all failed the test because he remained single. :)

Luke was full of life and adventure. I am quite certain he managed to pack more fun and adventure in his 25 years than most of us can in a lifetime. Every time he came over he would tell the boys about his adventures rock climbing, mountain climbing, canoeing, fishing, cliff diving, etc..

Exactly one week ago Luke, who was in California visiting his parents, wrote on his facebook status: "Luke has a new favorite thing....Freediving for lobster at night!"

I commented: "Luke I think you were born in the wrong century."

How I wish I had left this comment instead: "Luke you are such an amazing guy. I love your zeal for life, your fearlessness, your freedom. I wish I had more of it. You are an incredible role model to my kids, a godly man with noble character. You are they kind of man I hope my daughters marry someday. You would be a wonderful father. We love having you in our lives, and we are so glad we have had the opportunity in this life to know you. Thank you for taking the time to take my boys fishing, and for letting them reel in the fish even when you were actually the one to catch it. Thank you for helping us build the fort. Liesel still talks about it. Thank you for tossing Hope up in the air and catching her, and dancing with her. You made her feel pretty special. Thank you for stroking Ava's bald head, and smiling at her, and telling her she is beautiful. That meant the world to me. Thank you for being a friend to John, and for telling me you like my cooking. You're a good friend and we are sure glad we have the privilege of knowing you."

That is what I wish I would have said.

Please friends, go call someone you love. Tell them you love them. Tell them what you love about them. Forgive them. Make plans to see them soon, Invite them for dinner this week. Write something nice on their Facebook wall......

You never know when it will be the last time.

We will never forget you, Luke Ausdemore.