Random Downloading of my Befuddled Brain

I’m just going to start writing. Sorry if it doesn’t flow. Or make sense.

Maggie climbed up on Anna’s bed today. She’s been able to do that for a few weeks now. She climbed up. Played. Fell off. Cried. I comforted her. Then I went and laid back down on the couch. And she did it at least three more times (falling off) before I made her come out of Anna’s room. That girls is learning all about gravity. That’s not exactly true. She’s getting real familiar with gravity; I don’t think she’s learning much.

Maggie’s top two front teeth have been clearly visible through her gums for weeks now. I will be happy when they finally cut through. When she smiles, you can see her cute two front teeth… nicely descended… but not cut through. That can’t be comfortable. Have you noticed that I’m only putting one space in between sentences? That’s something Brian taught me. I rather like it.

So the very end of July (about a month ago) we weaned Maggie down to one feeding a night. It took about a week and it wasn’t 100% successful, but most nights I only fed her once. This was incredible. I had been nursing her every 2-3 hours at night for 10 months. That is too long to not get a good night’s rest. So with a little good sleep under my belt, I decided I ought to torture myself some more (in hope of a greater good?) and decided to wean her from her last night feeding. The girl is almost a year old; I think she can handle not eating at night now! Anyway, we are near the end of the first week and Brian and I are both quite exhausted, but I think it’s working. She slept from 10:30 to 6:30 last night without waking up. I hope my own body learns to sleep without waking up soon. I ended up on the couch around 3-something. zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I made peanut butter fudge for myself to help me feel better. It’s not helping with the tiredness, but it is highly effective on my mood.

We went to family camp (ie. church camp with my old church which has successfully become more like family than “church”) last week. It was GOOD. My camera got left there and I’m waiting to collect it from my mom, but pictures will come. We had some good quality time with people we care about and who care about us (that feels good!). We had some good conversations with people we respect and who are full of God’s wisdom (well, we did disagree some so I guess it wasn’t all God’s wisdom). We benefited from other people loving on our children (thank you Mom and Dad especially!!!!) and had some good time with one another. We went out in canoes, laughed at the older children’s play, laughed at the little children’s play (we called them dust angels, I think), ate a ridiculous amount of good food (really, truly, ate a RIDICULOUS amount), laughed til we cried at the Clang Show, and caught a bat (catch and release of bat inside). We slept in cabins, had a heater, had a kitchen… life was good.

I am tired.

I am really excited about researching adoption ministries at churches. Brian and I are hoping to begin breathing some life into an orphan ministry in our church body here. We are also on the move with our own adoption. We took a big step back on adoption about a month ago. It was a good and challenging time of finding unity in our marriage, searching for truth and holding fast to faith and love. We are getting more familiar with the special needs we’re considering (through phone calls with adoptive families, through visiting with local resources and their families, through reading). We are feeling our confidence grown in regards to the path we are pursuing. We rely on God and His will though, and we have not found a written instruction manual, so our journey to adoption is likely to be “organic” with many branchings and spurts of growth and occasional pruning. We hope to be done with research and move to committing to a child in about one more month. (Right around Maggie’s birthday)

Yaaaaaaaawn

Thanks gang!