Living Godly

Living Godly means so many things to different people.  The way I interpret it means that living Godly affects every aspect of my life, from my thoughts, my actions, parenting, being a wife, how I handle our finances, how I react to someone who is different than me or with whom I disagree, and yes, even how I drive.  It means putting God first, above my family and myself.  When God is first, then everything else seems to fall into the right places.  Even though I strive to place God on top, I mess up in every one of these categories, probably daily.  But one of these areas in my life rises to the top of the "I did it wrong" list more often than anything else.  I have always had a bad relationship with money.  From the time I had my first job at 17 and even until recent years, I have a history of spending every dime I had available.  That wasn't much of a problem when Beau and I both worked, had one child, and a modest home. 

When Beau and I were both working, enjoyed having job security, and replenishing income, it became easy to slip into a feeling of self-provision and being a self-made person. It also became easy to lose appreciation for all the things that God had provided. 

We are called to be fiscally responsible, stewards of our money, live without debt, go without at times, and rely on God's provision.  After all, everything that we have is ultimately given to us by God and it is our responsibility to care for all that which has been given.  Don't we cherish gifts given to us by our spouses or children?  God's gifts to us should be cherished as well.  Wouldn't things be a little better if we all had the mindset that less is more and more is waste?  Perhaps!

 A little over 6 years ago, God started working hard on my faith and obedience.  Changes were coming, but I was resisting.  We had just bought another house, the house where we were planning on growing our family through private adoption.  We were both working, enjoying a very comfortable lifestyle, and just after we closed on the house (literally within days of the closing), Beau came to me and said the he was feeling led to assist me in becoming a stay at home mom.  WHAT?  I was in no way open to this suggestion because I loved my job (most of the time).  But it was a very stressful and very busy business and one that often took me away from my family on weekends and evenings.  But God knows me.  He knew he needed to change Beau's heart first so that Beau could in turn help me.  God knows my stubborn streak, my defiance, my all too often closed mind.  Apparently I was so closed minded about this change that Beau had hinted at it many times prior but I completely dismissed the idea.  I didn't even have any recollection of his hints.  My mind was focused on my career, Zander, and working on all the paperwork to get us to that adoption.  All the while, spending money on the new house, buying new clothes so that I was dressed appropriately for my job (which of course included new jewelry to match the outfits), and eating out all the time because naturally I was often too tired to cook after work (not to mention my culinary skills were severely lacking).  My jewelry fetish became so bad that I would often times buy jewelry that caught my eye and then have to go buy an outfit to match it.  Ridiculous? 

But after a lot of prayer, trust, and obedience, I began to see the need for me to stay home.  I didn't have the luxury of staying home when Zander was born, but I was becoming very excited at the idea of staying home with our new addition to be.  This reduction in income was our first major leap of faith and lifestyle change.  It now meant that we had a new house with a large mortgage payment and now on only one income.  I had to learn to cook because eating out all the time was not an option.  Clipping coupons and shopping sales became priority.  Trips to Disney and buying things for fun would be extremely limited from now on.  But I was happy and embraced this change.....at first.  However, I still had occasional "retail therapy" sessions and I convinced myself that I still NEEDED many things that I didn't really need.  So, I was still buying in surplus and spending more money than necessary.  But we were able to remain mostly debt free during this time. 

I loved my home.  It was the place where we were called to foster.  Between our private adoption and state adoptions, our family grew by 3 children in this home.  I always believed that God blessed us and our home because of our obedience to Him regarding our call to foster.  Even though we were living on one income during this time, we always managed to have everything we needed. 

Then the next big change occurred and this was a hard lesson.  Beau and Zander moved to New Hampshire and I stayed behind in Florida for nearly 9 months to complete our final adoption.  It was during this time that our expenses more than doubled.  We had 2 homes, 2 sets of utilities, and 2 households to provide food.  Beau and Zander ate out frequently, the propane bill to heat the house in New Hampshire was astronomical, and I did a lot of damage to our budget in Florida.  I began shopping ALOT.  It made me feel just a little bit better.....for a moment, until the guilt set in.  When that happiness left me, I was back in the stores spending money that I didn't have.  By the time our 9 months were over, Beau and I (mostly me) had put us deep in debt with no ability to pay it off. 

Over the last year, Beau and I had serious "coming to terms" lifestyle change.  We cut back more than we have ever done so previously, we are living on a strict budget, I haven't even set foot inside of a clothing store (to shop for myself) in 6 months.  I have managed to purchase things for my children without finding that "oh such a cute outfit" for me.  I don't even allow myself the indulgence to glance at the women's clothing and jewelry.  And guess what?  I am still alive!!!

I say all these things, which probably seem like I am droning on and on, to come to my point.  I can truly say that I appreciate where I am and what I have.  We came to a place recently where we decided that we needed to make New Hampshire feel like our permanent home and actually buy a house.  We live in a town where property values are high, population is low, and schools are excellent.  We are thankful for the last two.  We were used to living in a larger home in Florida and had occupied every single square foot of that property.  I like things to be spread out, no clutter, and clean and organized.  For the past 2 years, we have felt cramped and cluttered.  Although much of our stuff is still in the basement, I have felt confined.  We had been looking online for the last year or more at properties for sale.  We knew we couldn't replace our home in Florida with one here, but we needed to find a decent property that we could afford.  But looking at the property values online and seeing what little we got for the money, I was becoming discouraged.  I had come to the conclusion that we would only be able to afford a very modest property that would require a lot of work make it habitable.  I was accepting this reality, but all the while, praying like crazy for God to direct us, show us, and make that ONE special property available for us.  With some outside assistance from family, a major reduction in our debt, a continued strict budget, we were able to get qualified for a new mortgage (all while continuing to rent out our house in Florida at a small loss).  We were told that what we qualified for was the the bottom tier of Hollis housing, meaning, our dollar wasn't going to buy us very much.  I was at peace with that because I knew how important it was to be a homeowner again and to keep the kids, especially Oliver, in the same school district so they could flourish. 

There were literally only a handful of properties available, with air conditioning, in our price range to look at.  We looked at 3 homes and when we came to the last home, Beau and I gasped in excitement.  There may have been a few tears on my part because as I viewed this property, I was able to envision our family living very comfortably in this home.  We were looking at a home that was almost the same size as our home in Florida.  My heart fluttered with excitement.  We have owned several homes previously, and although I was thankful for each of them, never did I have THIS feeling.  It was a sincere feeling of gratitude for our God.  In His infinite wisdom, He knew the perfect house for us and made it available just when we needed it.  I know His plan is far greater than mine, so I don't know why I always go to a place of doubt and worry first before I trust Him.  And doesn't the Bible say,

Ephesians 3:20

" Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us"

 

 

Now, we pack, organize, get rid of lots of things, think about decorating, painting, and all the fun stuff you get to do when moving into a new home.  I understand now that living UNDER our means has much more value than having STUFF.  I realize that the decorating of the new home will be a long process because unless we can pay for it in cash, we simply don't need it.  I am excited and anxious.  But mostly, I rest in God for He provides and His timing is perfect. 

 

 

Our New Home to Be
 

 

 

Zander's Birthday

This week, Zander and his entire 8th grade class went to Washington DC for a week long trip.  They visited the Kennedy Center, The National Monument, saw a play, the National Cemetary, walked down Pennsyvlanvia Ave, and enjoyed a dance party on the boat.  It was during this trip that Zander turned 14. 

This is such a difficult age as Zander struggles between being a man and a child.  I get to see glimpses of both.  We see moments of maturity, moments of good decision making, times of planning for his future.  Although these times may be fleeting, I cling to these moments in hope that they will become lasting. 

This past year, I have watched Zander grow several inches taller, eat enough food for a small army at one sitting and then ask for dessert, turn into a much more social being, begin to have more opinions about everything, have more of a global awareness; and yet, still believes that at times, the world revolves around him.....all the makings of a teenager.   The moments spent in deep conversation with him varies, but when they do occur, I seize them.  It is so important to have regular dialog with your children, but as they grow older, it seems to be harder to do. 

With our family dynamics, it is sometimes hard to have meaningful time with each child.  However, Zander and I do enjoy going out together...just the two of us.  He and I always have a good time and we genuinely like each other's company.  In between the laughter and silliness, I hear his confessions, fears, failures, desires, hopes, and dreams.  I truly cherish these times. 

I pray that God continues to work in Zander's heart.  I know God has a big plan for Zander and I will wait patiently until it is revealed.  Love you son. 

What a week I'm having....and it's only Wednesday

I'm sure you have had one of those weeks.....one where from one day to the next, it just keeps getting worse.  You think to yourself, tomorrow just HAS to be better, but then it's not.  Well, my week is shaping up the same way.  My troubles started last Thursday and we're still cruising along with a quick momentum into "Badsville". 

 I have a certain teenager who decided on Sunday to have a negative attitude and claim that he really didn't want to have to put too much effort into things because he "didn't feel like it."  So, as a result, Beau took good care of that attitude and, viola, my house became clean at the hand of that teenager.  Although the result was pleasing to me, the events that led up to that were not.  Now, I will say that this was an unusual behavior for Zander, so I am hoping this was a temporary moment of teenagerism. 

We are in the process of packing, painting, and getting things ready for a garage sale.  Beau is working late almost every single night.  As a result, my house looks like a tornado has come through.  For a girl that likes things neat and tidy and for a certain 5 year old boy who needs things to be consistent and orderly, this is causing serious havoc on our senses.  Oliver is excited about moving and has finally seen the inside of our new house to be, however, the change and the disruption to our normal lives is creating an atmosphere that he is not comfortable in.  His frustration is brewing, his patience is ceasing, and his anger is erupting.  In an effort to include him, I asked for him to decorate all the boxes as I pack them.  That entertained him for a moment, but no longer has the effect I was looking for.  At school, he has been unable to control his outbursts.  The littlest of setbacks causes him great discomfort.  As a result, we have had some very tension filled drop offs and pick ups at school over the last week.  I mean, kicking, screaming, thrashing, crying moments (not all of them from me :) )  His sensory issues have become heightened and so yesterday, he decided that he WOULD NOT wear his snow pants to play outside during recess.  So the teachers, indulging him, allowed him to go outside, but only on the pavement.  He was fine with that, but played in the puddles instead.  Picture this.....wet pants, 30 degree weather, small breeze.....he was frozen.  Oliver proceeded to get into my vehicle (because recess is the last thing they do at the end of the day before parents pick up their children), strip down to his underwear, and get into his car seat.  All of this while screaming, shivering, shaking the car, and melting down.  As bad as this sounds, the morning was even worse when it was time to drop him off at school.  That meltdown was all over a hat.  Completely ludicrous...but apparently very important to Oliver.  Sunday, at church, he had a complete meltdown during service because I handed him a purple crayon instead of a green one.  That incident led to us leaving during the middle of service.  Typically I have much mercy and compassion for his sensory issues, his need for things to be a certain way, his desire to fixate on things, but this past week has been difficult to embrace his "behaviors".  The ironic point to all of this is that the main purpose we are moving to Hollis is so that we can keep Oliver in the same school so that he won't have any interruption as he enters Kindergarten. 

My youngest child is currently going through a clothing fetish.  He has found great pleasure in changing his clothes multiple times during the day, only to place his previous clothes in the dirty clothes hamper.  My laundry is piling up exponentially.  Carter has also developed a very talented habit of beat boxing.  It was cute the first 100 times, but now, I find it generally annoying.  It's hard to concentrate or to have a conversation on the phone as Carter dances by making these unusual sounds from his mouth and shaking his booty.  But, at least he is happy!!!

But last night was the clencher.  We were out late, which is highly abnormal for our family on a school night.  Beau worked late, and then we went out to dinner.  He just knew that I had a bad day and was mentally and physically drained.  So he offered to take us to dinner, even though that's against our current budget.  He's good like that.  Dinner went surprisingly well and the kids were very well behaved.  Afterwards, I slipped into the grocery store to get a few staples.  On the way home, Carter fell asleep.  I woke him up, because goodness knows, I can't lift HIS dead weight.  He was clearly groggy and disoriented.  I told him to put his shoes up and as I was carrying in groceries, I heard the one thing that all parents never want to hear.  William said, "Ooooh, yuck."  I looked at William's face, saw his nose scrunched up in disgust and his lips forming a shape of disbelief.  I immediately found the source of Will's disgust.  Carter had proceeded to pull out his shoe drawer in the bench and pee in it.  He though he was at the toilet.  The only appropriate response I had at this time was to laugh hysterically.  You know the kind of laugh I am talking about.  One where I had become insanely outdone, worn out, hit a wall, overwhelmed, and flat out tired.  The kind of laugh of surrender and the kind of laugh that allowed me to get out all of the previous days' frustration.  It was quite cleansing.  The harder I laughed, the harder Will just stared at me.  He was expecting me to jump in immediately and correct the situation as I normally would.  But I couldn't.  I found humor in this because I had been too stressed for too long. 

I sincerely hope today is a better day. 

Snow Storm Nemo

The snow was just under the top of our mailbox from the snow plow. 

My first winter in New Hampshire was very uneventful and I was very thankful.  I believe that God was subtly breaking me into the frigid temperatures and driving in the snow.  We did have temps in the teens last winter and I remember staying bundled up in the house ALL the time.  William literally carried around a blanket and sometimes two blankets every where he went (that includes the bathroom).  The blanket carrying began in September (which really isn't cold, but for a Florida boy, he was freezing) and went all the way through May of the following year. 

Even Zander had some fun in the snow.

This year, we have had cooler temperatures and for longer periods of time.  I now only use a jacket if it is less than 40 degrees outside (if I'm not actually going to have to get out of the car).  Will no longer requires the use of a blanket 24 hours a day.  Now, we only snuggle up in the evenings with our blankets.  We have actually had a little bit of accumulation of snow.  I have had several opportunities to drive in the snow.  I have had the experience of walking carefully on the ice.  I haven't fallen yet, but I know it is just a matter of time.  Just this week, I had the misfortune of driving in my first sleet and nearly sideswiped a car as I was turning into a parking lot.  I thought I was going slow enough, however, I quickly learned as I was only inches from her door that I was not. 

I am the driver in New Hampshire that slows down the other traffic.  I am the Florida driver that is probably going to get my share of horns honking at me because I am overly cautious (even down right scared to drive in the stuff).  All of you experienced New Hampshire drivers, just in case you didn't know, you can honk at me all you want but it will not change my speed.  In fact, I may even slow down ( I am kind of stubborn that way)  Sorry.  However, I can weather a hurricane better than you guys.  So, somehow that makes us even.  Maybe?


Anyway, I digress.  Back to the blog.....

During my first winter in New Hampshire, we experienced an abnormal early snow in October 2011 and we lost power for several days.  Because our pump hooked to the well needs electricity, we also lost water.  So we were cold, in the dark, and had no running water.  Although we enjoyed the down time and the snow play, we were miserably cold and having no running water was very inconvenient.  The no water thing was what put me over the edge. 

 

Sooooo, this year, anticipating the possibility of now power and water, Beau stocked up our pantry and our water supply.  I had all the laundry completed so we would have plenty of clean layers to put on in the cold.  We charged our phones, laptops, iPad, and travel DVD player.  We were PREPARED.  I was actually kind of looking forward to the down time again.  The time where we would all sleep in the living room together by the fireplace.  Play games.  Just be.  But, instead, we only received about 2 feet of snow and suffered NO power loss.  Beau and Zander had some wonderful bonding time outside as they worked the snow blower.  (Insert sarcasm here).  All kidding a side, Zander was a good sport and overall was eager to be helpful. 

We had plenty of snow this time for the boys to really enjoy playing outside.  They made their first snowman and Beau and Zander helped the others build a fort.  Normally, I would have been outside playing with them, but I took this opportunity to enjoy some quiet time inside.  I got to play some music, fold laundry, mop all while NOT being interrupted.  And yes, I did enjoy this time to myself. 

Even though we didn't have the downtime that I was hoping for, God still provided some needed family bonding time.  Poor Boston took a huge hit in the storm and I pray they can recover soon.  I am thankful for our safety, health, and fun time this past weekend. 

Standing inside their fort and in front of their snowman.

 

Oliver's 5th Birthday Bash

And so we made it.  Oliver is now 5 years old and I still remember the look on his little face when I first saw him.  He was this cute little chubby rolly-polly with a goofy toothless grin and the biggest round eyes I've ever seen.  He was 6 months old and had captured my heart.

Every day since that first day has been intriguing.  Living with Oliver is a chaotic joy.  He has taught me that "normal" is subjective, seeing details is important, and everyone bonds differently.  This little boy has opened my eyes to so many new things.  I love hearing his version of a story or his version of seeing something new because Oliver's synopsis of something is usually entirely different than his brothers' versions.  Not because anyone is lying, but because Oliver simply sees details that most others would miss.  And trust me, if Beau or I can't remember some mundane detail (mundane in our simple opinions), we often refer our questions to Oliver.  Almost always Oliver has an answer for us.  You can usually hear us saying, "Oh yeah, I remember that now.  Thanks Ollie." 

Living with Oliver has had it's mysteries.  But once the mystery is solved, then everything finally makes sense.  It's just getting through the solving part that is so hard.  Once I can see things through Oliver's eyes, then I understand.  However, while we are working through solutions, times can be very exhausting, confusing, frustrating, which all causes impatience.  But, we are learning as a family how to become more tolerant and more accepting.  

These days, Oliver is fascinated by dinosaurs and loves to watch documentaries.  He knows many of the dinosaurs by their names and can tell you many facts about each one.  He even has an awesome dinosaur walk that he can imitate so well.  I can't tell you how often our conversations are about his newly learned facts about dinosaurs.  During dinner, driving to school, while I am trying to dry my hair, through the door while I am trying to use the bathroom, while I am gathering the garbage.......dinosaur talk constantly.  His new interest is creatures of the deep ocean.  I am thankful for Netflix because he can stream new documentaries all the time as he is learning about this topic.  One of his favorite books to read is a children's dictionary (with pictures).  He can literally sit for hours sometimes "reading" the various subjects. 

Oliver is also a natural at figuring out electronics.  I have had to frequently ask Oliver which remote to use for which gadget and when do I use the source button and he always figures it out for me.  Oliver likes to do a new Lego project one time using the directions but then he likes to take it apart and figure it out after that without the instructions.  Sometimes this takes only minutes and sometimes much longer.  Either way, he stays at it until he figures it out.  I love that about him. 

Our family has had illnesses being passed around for the last 2 weeks and finally this past weekend, 5 out of the 6 of us were sick at the same time.  Oliver was the ONLY one that didn't get sick.  I was actually going to try to make a cake and even decorate it this year.  I was inspired to take my normal ugly cake and attempt to actually decorate it.  But when you're not feeling well, taking on a new project like decorating a cake and trying to make it presentable is just too much.  So, I bought a cake instead.  Can you just hear the sigh of relief?  Oliver requested spaghetti, his favorite food for his birthday meal.  We had a sweet friend from church bring us dinner because she had heard of us all being sick, but because I had already promised Ollie his spaghetti, we still had to cook last night.  But tonight, we have a homemade lasagna waiting for us.  Can not wait!!! 

 

Blowing out the candles

 

 

 

 

 

Oliver is a sweet blessing and we know that God chose our family to raise him.  How lucky we are.  Happy Birthday my sweet Oliver. 

 

 

 

 

Boys and Transformers !!!

 

 

Dad teasing Ollie and making him "jump" for his new Chima Legos

 

Carter sure likes Ollie's new Imaginext Toy Story playset

15 Years.....and I still think he's awesome!!

Today, Beau and I celebrate 15 years of marriage, 17 years of friendship, and a family comprised of 4 boys.  We met in Gainesville while we were both attending University of Florida.  He and I both were in separate relationships, so we became friends.  He was a tenant with 3 other roommates in the apartment complex where I was the assistant manager.  He was Pre-Med and I was Business Management.  We were complete opposites and a very unlikely couple.  But as our friendship grew and our current relationships fell apart, Beau and I discovered our friendship was turning into much more.  He went on to change his major and graduate and I, well, left school without graduating and began my career in real estate.  I moved back to Orange Park while he finished up his degree.  Since we were living in towns about an hour apart, our new relationship was long distance, only seeing each other on the weekends.   But it worked.  As with most couples, we have seen our share of unity and also division.  But with each season, good or bad, we make it to the other side with a deeper appreciation for one another and a lesson from God. 

In our years together, we came to accept Christ as our Lord and Savior, learned to appreciate the joy and fear of Zander's birth, the loss of his beloved mother, experienced fostering children, had the blessing of adopting 3 children (one privately and two through foster care), survived 9 months apart while he accepted a new job in New England and I stayed behind to complete our final adoption, made it through a dark time last winter as I was adjusting to a new life, learned to make personal sacrifices for the good of the family, figured out what true communication means, became satisfied with the simpler things, and have accepted our circumstances. 

Lauren Palombo (maid of honor), Kristen Henderson (bridesmaid), Kim Bennett (sister-in-law and bridesmaid)

As sure as I was walking down the aisle on our wedding day that Beau was the right man for me, I am even more confident now.  I'm not blind, though.  As I have watched numerous marriages around me fall apart, marriages that were strong and loving, it always makes me sad.  I know that being married and staying married takes work and dedication from both parties.  It is easy to be married through the good times.  But the hard times?  It is during these tough times that the work and dedication become vital.  I am not a marriage expert and certainly will never claim to be.  I am just thankful that I have a husband that knows how to be selfless, patient, knows when to laugh, knows when to be serious, listens when I need him to, and "fixes" my problem when necessary. 

I realize that we have many more years, God willing, to weather more seasons of our marriage.  I look forward to those.

(Sorry for all the flash spots on the pictures.  I took a picture of these photos from my scrapbook)

In the meantime, the things that I totally love about Beau and our marriage together are:

1.   I love it that we can be silly, transparent, vulnerable, and serious with each other

2.   We still chase each other around the house and act like we did when we first got married

3.   I dig his graying hair

4.   To this day, the man won't wear sandals and it doesn't annoy me anymore

5.   He is a true leader of our home.  He leads with compassion, conviction, and love

6.   He is NEVER too busy for his boys

7.   We still go to bed at the same time together- no matter how late or early

8.   He calls me Missy and I love it

9.   He saves his best stuff for me (silliness)

10. He is a great handyman

11. He is the vomit cleaner-upper

12. He is in charge of helping the kids with their science and math homework

13. Regardless of my current mood, he is calm, patient, and rational

14. He knows me better than I know myself, and still likes me

15. I feel safe when I am with him

16. He eats my dinners even when they have "gone wrong"

17. He can tell by my voice on the phone when he needs to just pick up something for dinner for the family because I am obviously in no mood to cook

18. He occasionally takes the kids out so I can clean the house

19. Our family is his 1st priority

20. He is quiet and always deep in thought....but he shares his thoughts with only me

21. I used to hate Star Wars, but now I can name all the characters (even the remote ones)

22. He gets a little smirk on his face when he is winning a game (I secretly adore that even though I pretend to be mad)

23. He is quiet, but when he speaks, it's meaningful

24. He is kind, humble, and considerate

25. He is a good provider and is a hard, honest worker

26. His quirkiness is cute, his smile is endearing, and his heart is tender


Beau, I know this is way too mushy for your liking.  But, this is a tribute to you, our marriage, and our family.  I love you always. 

I ruthlessly creamed Beau with our wedding cake.  Sorry babe. 

Happy 15th Anniversary to my one true love.  

Missy

Christmas, New Years, and Reflections

Well, we closed out 2012 with a bang.  This year has seen it's share of ups and downs, triumphs and failures,  family closeness and family bickering, blessings and fears.  But I am sure most people can say the same thing about their 2012.  It's always nice to start off a new year because everything feels new, like a clean slate.  The best of intentions are put in motion (like eating healthy, working out, being more financially cautious, saving money, being more patient, being more globally aware....pick one).  You have a whole new 12 months of memories to make and all the worries belong to the year past.  Things feel fresh and the year begins with a large feeling of hope.  And don't we all need a little hope?  Faith? 

We got past Thanksgiving and we went directly into the Christmas season.  Santa completed 90% of his shopping on Black Friday so the remaining gifts were shopped for and purchased with no stress.  The boys of course visited with Santa and that was amazingly easy this year.  We timed it so perfectly, obviously a God thing, because we literally had no wait to see Santa.  We walked right into the roped off area and there was not a single person in line.  We had no crying boys, no scared boys, and no impatient boys.  Success.  This was the first year that Zander refused to be in the picture.  At least in the past, he would tolerate being in the photo because he knew how important it was to me.  Plus, we were able to convince him that he "helped" the boys stay settled for the picture.  I guess he's too old now to fall for that excuse again. 

Beau sent me down to Florida for a couple of days, ALL BY MYSELF.  He is so good to me.  I had a couple of quiet and low key days with my family.  I even got a chance to spend some time with my best friend and participate in her annual cookie decorating event.  I really missed my boys back home, but I learned that I severely needed this down time.  I had no responsibilities, no schedules, and time to actually complete my thoughts.  I also had a chance to catch up with a good friend who is a foster and adoptive mom like myself.  I always enjoy time with her.  She is a licensed therapist and I always learn so much from her each time we talk.  I was sad that I didn't have time to see everyone during this quick trip, but I purposefully used this time to rejuvenate.  I appreciated being hosted and pampered. 
Will and Ollie had a Polar Express day at school and got to wear their pajamas.  Of course, Carter had to wear his pajamas too. 

William sang and recited his memorized verse in front of our church during the Christmas Eve service.  I was so proud of him and I think he was proud of himself.  However, he was not happy about being dressed in a vest.  He thought he looked silly and I had to convince him how handsome he was.  Apparently he was so embarrassed by his vest, he refused to take off his jacket when he was on stage in front of the congregation.  Oh well, I still thought he was cute!

We had a nice Christmas this year and each boy was pleased with their "stash".  Legos were a big item around here and every time I step on one of those things, I truly wonder why Santa brought them.  I find Legos all around the house and have even found them in the refrigerator.  Sebulba, for those Star Wars fans, was the most active Lego.  He was found in every corner of our house.  He took a ride on the ice cream sandwiches in the freezer and he was found sitting on top of the bathroom faucet.  I do not know the rationale behind Sebulba's journey.  For my gift, I received a much desired Big Shot which is an embossing/die cutting machine.  So now, I am actually making up reasons to make cards.  I love making crafts and scrap booking, so this little device will get plenty of use.  We had a White Christmas, although it was so minimal it was melted by lunch time.  But it was nice to wake up to a little bit of white.  That was our first ever White Christmas. 

 
Every year, Beau's company has a shut down where they are closed for business.  This year, however, between how the holidays fell and the shut down was scheduled, Beau had a consecutive 17 days off.  He and I took turns sleeping in each day and that was truly awesome.  We rarely get to sleep in.  We ate brunches most days around noon.  We giggled that it was a money saving approach because on the large brunch days, we only ate 2 meals.  Ha.  We spent many days in our pajamas and enjoying NO AGENDA.  In fact, the boys had to go back to school before Beau had to go  back to work.  So he and I (and Carter) had a nice and kind of quiet lunch at Olive Garden one afternoon.  Nothing is ever really quiet with Carter around, unless he's asleep!!!  Carter is our loud and busy one. 

We did finally receive some substantial snow and I was able to get some experience driving in it.  Basically, snow is fun to play in, sled in, and build snowmen in.  However, driving, slipping, falling down on the ice, not being able to see the lines on the road, keeping up with everyone's snow gear......not so fun.  It drives me crazy if all the gloves and mittens are not matched up.  If we have a lone mitten, no rest for me until it's found.  I'm just like that.

In Florida, we always brought in the New Year's with our friends.  We would host a small gathering of our closest friends and have a game night while ringing in the New Year.  This was always so much fun.  I learned that I love Cranium, but I stink at the charades part.  I learned who can hum songs and who can't.  I have learned what family to NOT challenge in trivia.  I have learned just how competitive some of us are.  But mostly, I learned that I love those families in Florida and I miss them dearly.  However, the past two years, it has just been our little family.  That has been nice too.  We save that night for snacky foods for dinner and movies.  This year, Carter made it to 9:30 until he fell asleep in my arms.  Will and Ollie made it to 10pm.  Then Zander, Beau and I stayed up until 2am.  Of course, no matter how late the little guys went to bed, they are still up early the next morning.  Sigh!!
On New Year's Day, we went sledding.  The boys, big and small, enjoyed that.  Who wouldn't!  We went to the soccer fields at the elementary school near our home and had the entire field to ourselves for a couple of hours.  It was so cold and the wind was blowing hard, but we had fun.  The snow was just deep enough for good sledding and not too deep to lose a boy in.  None of the kids had any trouble or fears about sledding.  In fact, if we turned our back for even a second, Carter would steal the sled and ride down.  He was funny to watch because he had a huge grin on his face the whole way down.  Even when he did a face plant into the snow, he still greeted us with a grin. 

Reviewing this past year, I am thankful that our family is together.  I have come full circle and I am enjoying the small things now.  I celebrate even the smallest of triumphs because sometimes that is all there is.  With the fiscal cliff looming over us, the economy being a wreck, jobs no longer being secure, and the constant chaos of running a household full of boys, there is much to feel anxious about.  So yes, the small things have to count for much now.  They probably should have all along. 

Philippians 4:6-7  Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Triumphs of 2012:

**  Zander is working independently on his homework and showing some signs of maturity
**  William, although initially behind because of our move, is now ready for Kindergarten
**  Oliver gave up his passo (pacifier) just after his 4th birthday
**  Carter shows signs of compassion (sharing, hugging brothers when they have boo-boos)
**  Our family is finally working together again as a single unit and not as 6 bickering, selfish
       individuals (I was probably the biggest bickering selfish component)
**  I am no longer in the depths of despair
**  Oliver is showing some serious improvements with small changes made in our parenting
      approach
**  Beau and I have a financial plan and we are working toward goals
**  William is asking a lot of great questions about God and says he wants to know HIM
**  Now, all 4 boys pray during dinner and at bedtime (and they are so precious)
**  Oliver will wear a button down shirt sometimes and was willing to have his picture taken during
       school "retakes"
**  We survived all 4 boys playing soccer at the SAME time
**  We can all go play outside without the 3 little boys "scattering"
**  Will is getting used to the colder weather and no longer requires carrying a blanket with him
      everywhere he goes
**  We went on our first hike and we finished with the same number of people that began the hike
**  Everyone can now dress themselves (almost entirely) in their own winter gear
**  I have set aside a ton of things for our next garage sale
**  I only fell down the stairs one time
**  Everyone is out of a booster seat at the dinner table
**  We flew to and from Florida and we were never asked to exit the plane due to crying/screaming
      children
**  We made it through Sea World and didn't lose anyone and even managed to have a good time
**  Our Christmas tree remained in tact for the entire season....never once did I desire to lay it on the
      kitchen floor
**  I have an entire organizational system for our winter stuff and we currently have a match for
      every mitten
**  We have a job, a roof over our heads, food on the table, and God at the head....everything else is
      the small stuff
**  We survived 2012, despite our failures

Here's to 2013......can't wait to see where it leads us.