if it's weird, random or effed up...

...it happens to us. I mean, sometimes sovereignty just sucks.

To make a laughably long story short, there were providential signs and definite urgencies that precipitated this move. We found our dream
house, settled into our dream life, populated our farm, laughed, learned and waited...for the other shoe to drop because it inevitably always does. And it did! Our property manager turned out to be a psycho beyotch who essentially had us sign an entirely fraudulent lease for a property that she knew had neither been properly permitted for, nor was up to code. Kind and friendly requests from us for things to be taken care of were routinely ignored and we were forced to lay the smackdown of the law. Our attorney got involve and the situation escalated to ridiculous proportions. We were threatened, bullied and intimidated until we said ENOUGH and called code enforcemt on them. Now there is a formal report and investigation and our attorney finally advised us to break the lease and move out. So, we are packing up and moving for the second time in 5 friggin months. We had to liquidate our livestock and happy farm life because the only other farms for rent in this inbred, backwater town have trailers on them and I simply refuse... I'm sure I will soon see the divine providence in even this frustration, but for now, at this moment, sovereignty sucks.

April Updates

For all those following our adoption and all the fun and frustration that brings, here are the update pictures of our boys for the month of April. Our orphanage rocks and sends us pictures every single month without fail and a written update once a quarter. Our youngest, Phoenix, was so near death when he was first brought in and look at him now! He has truly flourished under their loving care and we are so grateful for the beautiful nannies and wonderful staff! We are ccoming down to the wire now. We are in the office of the Minister of Interior and we should soon have our passports. Please pray this process goes quickly and, if you feel so compelled, donate towards the cost of the trip home using the Paypal button on the right sidebar where their pics are!

Logan's First Game!

Saturday was Logan's very first T-Ball game! He was awesome! He played outfield for 1/2 the game and 3rd base for the other 1/2 and even made a couple pretty incredible plays! There's something so very familial and early childhood about sitting on cold, hard bleachers, smelling the wafting aroma of hot dogs and greasy burgers and hearing the roar of some obnoxious mom next to you screaming, not only at her kid, but yours too. Oh, the joys of being a "soccer mom!" Check out the slideshow below and for everyone's general amusement, I've added a side-by-side of my t-ball pic and Logan's!

Heather - age 6

Logan - age 6

Family Fun Day

You know spring is officially here when T-Ball practice starts! Today was Logan's first day and, though I may be biased, he has a pretty wicked arm. If we could just get him past the whole "I can't catch cause I'm scared of the ball" thing, we'll be golden. He can hit from either side, which is pretty awesome. Games start March 1 - we've got a lot of practicing to do before then!

It was such a beautiful day, momy felt a bit Mary Poppins and decided chalk drawings on the drive were in order. I drew Spongebob and Patrick with rainbows and flowers because "It's the Best Day Ever." Logan got into hopscotch while Cai was off in his own little RainMan world and Kat VonD chased the moles that have been tearing up our yard. (Yes, I know Kat VonD is a little OBVIOUS for a cat's name, but my son is 6. It's his cat and he loves Kat. What can I say? We'll not mention that the cat is a boy either.....)

Painfully Happy Valentine's Day

Two life-altering experiences happened on this day in our history.

8 years ago today, my love, my soul mate, my best friend proposed to me on bended knee with a ring hidden inside a specially imported chocolate KinderEgg from Germany.

The "pain" comes from the memory that it was 2 years ago today we decided to start on this journey of adoption. It was 2 years ago today that I saw this picture and fell in love. Moise was 6 years old at the time and we knew instantly that he was our son. It was not, however, until May that Rodelin (or Phoenix as we have renamed him) would also be joining our family fun train.

It has been two grueling, emotional, roller coaster years of processing and waiting, moving one step forward and two steps back. We are close, relatively (nothing in Haiti is for sure and nothing follows a logical time table) and we can see the light at the end of the tunnel. But it is days like today, when the moment of realization hits, that bring tears to my eyes. It 's moments liek this afternoon, when my Cai comes out of my bedroom holding a picture of Phoenix saying "Mommy, can I share my Happy Valentine's Day chocolates with my best brother Phoenix?" that I can't contain the well of emotion any longer and choke on my own longing. So often it feels as though they will never come home. And so often, I have to look around at our current circumstances and what we have gone through and KNOW that God's timing and plan are perfect and sufficient.

So here is to the happy day our lives were forever changed, first as a couple, then as a family! Happy Valentine's Day!

Tuesday Friend

I have a friend. A friend who calls every Tuesday night, without fail. A friend who listens. A friend who loves. A friend who makes me laugh. A friend who gives me more credit than I deserve. A friend who is...a friend.
Yeah - you rock, babe.

Check out my new blog Reality Remixd
It's the darker side of Heather with random rants, ramblings and rememberies from my oddball childhood. It may not be pretty and you may not agree with it, but this is the world the way eye see it.

Spring has Sprung!

There is a crispness, a freshness in the air. It came through with the front last night and kindly greeted us as we awoke this morning. The grass was a little greener, the animals seemed a little happier. Robins littered the ground, hopping and chirping, searching for their breakfast, while squirrels chased behind them, eager for whatever the robins had dug up. Spring is peeking, ever so shyly, around the edge of winter's long, gray coat, begging like a child on a too long car trip: "Are we there yet?" "Almost," I whispered in reply as I picked up 3 newly arrived baby chicks from the feed store and brought them home as a new school project for Logan. Even if this dream, this Utopian lifestyle we desired for our family is short lived, my children will experience everything it has to offer and will carry with them rememberies of a great adventure. Rejoice! Spring has sprung!