For my Birdies...

Just the thought of my blog makes me feel uneasy these days...My palms start sweating.. My mind starts racing... I would imagine my heart starts beating so hard one may see the pounding on my chest.
We've been on 2 major vacations... finalized Zion's adoption... had an amazing sealing... laughed a lot... cried a bunch... you know... we've been busy... LIVING! I'm so behind on posting us living I feel as if I am drowning in memories... I have neglected documenting so many moment worth living... My blog isn't for you it is for my 5 sweet birdies that sing in my nest...
My dad recently sent me a study published in June this year by a couple of BYU researchers; it had to do with predicting when youth would participate in binge drinking. The study stated "teens who feel supported and loved and well as monitored by their parents were least likely to engage in heavy drinking."
I dare say our children are young and most likely would not be exposed to drinking any time soon... But recent events have learned that children are exposed much younger than I imagined... the sad reality is that PARENTS become a support of their habit.... The lesson I gleaned from this article it is good idea to provide both supervision and affection in your relationship with your child.
My hopes for my blog for my children to have a physical reference of the love I have for them... Each day I pray that they will feel this love from me... I also plead each day with the Lord to help me not screw them up due to my dumb mistakes!
Bear with me as I catch up on my love!

I feel a "blog barf" coming on...

It's raining today....

I sure Wish that Miss Sunshine would come out to warm up the streets... Dry off the grass... Heat the driveway.
Maybe she feels a bit blah inside... I've had days like that...
Days that I want to pull the covers over my head and sleep the day away....

Days that make me wonder "Does Anyone Even Care?"

Well Miss Sunshine...
I have a message for you!

I miss you when you pull the covers over your head. Hope you feel better tomorrow...

I am a MOTHER

and I am BLESSED.
We've been busy these past days... Playing and basking in the warm sunshine. I trudged to the library yesterday afternoon with my 5 birds following in a line behind me. Boy bird #4 was shushed only once by the librarian... Standing in the dinosaur aisle brings out the Dinosaur in the Boy you know.

"AND NOW!"... CRIED NOAH

"LET THE WILD RUMPUS START!"
At high NOON Summer begins!
I know that this baby bird will be happy to have his brothers ans sister around to play.

Before I even saw my Noah boy I was told his birth mother said he had "good hair." Good hair? What do you mean "he has good hair?" He's a baby... who thinks about hair? My Marc-a-Roni and I were given several articles on the subject the importance of hair in the African American culture... and a small direction of how to take special care.

I was and have been a bit overwhelmed and maybe some days take my desire to {DO RIGHT BY} a bit to the extreme. I have read and researched anything and everything on hair care. I have purchased item after item. I fear being looked at as a "white" mother that has no thought or knowledge of how to care for children hair. I find myself guilty of making apologies to people who drop in unannounced if we have not spent the 40 minutes with Noah to condition and comb out each day. And that is just the start of it... Miss Pinkie has her share of hair too... Frankly people...40 freaking minutes on my 2 year old boy's hair may be the dumbest thing I have been doing lately. He hates it... I hate it... but I want to {DO RIGHT BY HIM} Care for his hair so he will feel a sense of pride and self confidence...
I am in love with the look of my little guys Fro. When it is combed an conditioned it is absolutely a sight to behold. But this morning I woke with courage to take a step I have only walked once before...You can read about it here.
After making a few stops on our adventures today I made an appointment with Steven at Urban Views Barber Shop. To say I had butterfly's and hopes to feel no regret was an understatement.

My Noah Boy Before
1/2 way there...
And After
FRO or NO FRO I am the luckiest girl around...
This boy makes the world go round!

See you in a couple of weeks Steven... I think this look is here to stay!
Disclaimer... a small amount of tears were shed in this exercise...

Only 22 days until the 3 oldest birds are home for the summer!
Oh...I do love them home...
I miss them while they are at school.
Our nest is quite without them stirring and fussing.
I could not help but be reminded how much they all love me...
Being Mother's day and all...
I have made note of the small acts of "treasures" they do for me each day...
For example...

Leaving a jacket in a heap on the couch...

Or Stinky socks on the floor....
Oh and lets not forget the lovely well that was made at scouts....
And the endless amounts of flip flops...
(there are a lot of flip flops to be had in a family of 7)

As I fluttered around this morning in my oh so lovely apron and pearls
I was grateful to find these small "treasures" tucked about our nest...
Instead of picking them up and putting them all away I left them there...
each time I passed I noted...
Only 22 days left until my little birds are home with me...