New Goings On

So...blogging once every 6 months is okay--right?

We are moving out. We haven't sold our house. We are hoping that when me and the mess-makers are out, it sells. We will live with my sister-in-law for a month and a half. Jason comes home. Then off to Louisiana.

And, oh yeah--we got our referral on Tuesday.



Let me tell you the story: Kids were puking, house was NOT being packed up. I decided to call Holt and find out where we were on the waiting list. Just for a nice distraction. So, I call and find out that we aren't on the list at all. A few months ago, we had discussed putting our case on hold until November. This was to make sure Jason would be able to travel. I asked to be put back on the list, please. I explained that we would likely have more than enough time to travel. Our very wonderful case worker said, "Just to warn you...referrals are coming in really quickly. There actually isn't a list right now." Ok. That's great...I'm thinking a few months is fast.

So I get off the phone and go in my room to pray. Something has been bothering me about our adoption. I knew that we didn't get to choose the sex of the child. And, in complete honesty, I knew that I would love a boy or a girl JUST the same. But I hadn't told God, that for some reason...I wanted another girl. So, I asked. I started praying something like this, "Dear God. I know you already know my heart--but I need to get this off my chest. I want a girl. I don't know if that's bad or not. But, it's true. Holt said referrals should be fast...so I just thought you should know. Amen."


TWO HOURS later Holt called and said, "We have a 7-month old girl for you."

Wow. God, you're quick.

I also think it's highly appropriate that Reagan's referral came so fast. All my deliveries were super speedy. Our first son took 1 hour and 45 minutes. From the first pain, to his first cries.

Even though our lives are more than crazy; ice cream gets put in the fridge, kids have to remind me that it's time to feed them again, and I get confused what each of my children's real names are.

God is good.

So, so good.


p.s.
I'm not kidding about the crazy.

Fort Polk

I've decided I'm not much of blogger. But here's another update:

Dreaming of Italy? Wondering what bike rides along Germany's countryside might look like? Belgium? How about Leesville, Louisiana?

Wait. Back up. You mean New Orleans, right? Maybe Baton Rouge? Nope. Fort Polk. An hour from anywhere. Hot as heck...and not at all what I had in mind.

God, didn't you here me? I said, "OVERSEAS!" You've been on a roll. Jason's degree: check. Desire to adopt: check. Travelling: check. Traveling to Europe: un-check.

I know that I will get over it, and enjoy our first duty station. But, honestly...I need a couple more days to wallow in my self-pity. I've never cooked crayfish before. I wonder if that is a mean stereotype?

Fort Polk. "FORT POLK!" The name doesn't even sound exciting...

On a happier note. God IS good. And, I do have faith that He will bring me through this...just as He always has.


Fort Polk. Jeez.

The difference between slavery and abortion Pt. 2

(Continued from, "The difference between slavery and abortion Pt.1.")

 (These are one of a set of nine wax plaques to show the dissection of the female figure and fetus development. Vienna, Austria. Early 1800's. On display at in the Science portion of the South Kensington Museum in London.)

What confuses me is the difference between the two. I hate slavery. I hate that so many lives have been destroyed or lost by it. I HATE seeing what slavery is doing to African people TODAY (i.e. LRA and other terrorist organizations). Young boys are stolen in the night and taught to be ruthless killers before they have lost all their baby teeth. Young girls are kidnapped and raped to be used until they are so broken and hopeless that they pray for death.

This is our America's past. And, is our world's current horror.

What confuses me is how we can be such a self-consumed society, that we fail to see the sin in destroying our own offspring. When the sperm enters the egg; it instructs cellular division AT ONCE. DNA is complete. We don't tell the baby to form, we don't monitor the development at that stage. It's too intricate. Life is set in motion. Usually, because we have chosen to participate in an activity that sets it in motion. Sometimes the activity is not chosen. Even among many Christian women…the blessing of a life inside them is seen as more of a burden and inconvenience; than a jewel of great price.

We rally for a, "greener" nation. We buy, "Earth Friendly" bags and proudly display them in the grocery store. We recycle. We walk to work. We worry about whether our children will live in a climate so cold they will freeze; or so hot they will be scorched. We contribute funds to help the salmon (at least here in Oregon). We scowl disapprovingly at the person smoking in a proximately that will taint our own children's airways. We grow sad at the thought of forests and wetlands disappearing as the sacrificial virgin for new homes and shopping centers.

We regulate and control ourselves in so many ways regarding our Mother Earth. We are willing to sacrifice and work hard to help her. We are disgusted by people who litter. We talk incessantly about providing a better world for our children…and that it won’t happen unless we work at it today. Yet, what children will even be left to enjoy anything if we keep flushing them down the toilet? It seems like our sexual activities should be consequence free. It is admirable to use restraint and walk to the store—rather than to be lazy and drive. But, NO ONE should tell any of us when or how we can enjoy our bodies.

Even if that enjoyment means that 1, 2, or maybe even 9 months later, a child will need to be burned to death by salt, torn out of the womb by a vacuum so powerful that the baby’s body parts look like they have been put through a blender, or pulled out by a foot, partially delivered…only to be grasped by the back of the neck by the concerned doctor’s hands, and then have his or her brains sucked out of a small hole made by scissors at the base of the neck.

We become awkward when the discussion of abortions comes up. We would never condemn a woman to carry a child she DIDN'T want, to term. We would never assert our values and beliefs onto someone else. We are too afraid to draw lines in the sand. Perhaps because we don't think the pro-life agenda should be a federal mandate. Perhaps were are just too afraid to say anything at all because this conversations that has so many facets.

About one million of our own children are aborted every year.

I can't help but wonder if, a few hundred years from now...when science has allowed us to see even more of the pain the unborn experience. The brain waves that are stopped, the cries that are muffled. If we will look back at our, "Modern America," today and think, "We were such fools! Why didn't we ACT sooner?"

And the grief that accompanies the, "sin," that slavery brought to our nation...will be felt for our unborn children. Sacrificed for convenience, for equality, and because we were too afraid to offend.

The difference between abortion and slavery Pt.1

I have just been thinking a little bit about President Obama's recent speech at Notre Dame. It is a beautiful speech. One that urges a united front.

After a Christian pastor contacted him requesting respectful treatment and depiction of pro-life America, the President said:

" After I read the doctor's letter, I wrote back to him and thanked him. I didn't change my position, but I did tell my staff to change the words on my website. And I said a prayer that night that I might extend the same presumption of good faith to others that the doctor had extended to me. Because when we do that - when we open our hearts and our minds to those who may not think like we do or believe what we do - that's when we discover at least the possibility of common ground.
That's when we begin to say, 'Maybe we won't agree on abortion, but we can still agree that this is a heart-wrenching decision for any woman to make, with both moral and spiritual dimensions.
So let's work together to reduce the number of women seeking abortions by reducing unintended pregnancies, and making adoption more available, and providing care and support for women who do carry their child to term. Let's honor the conscience of those who disagree with abortion, and draft a sensible conscience clause, and make sure that all of our health care policies are grounded in clear ethics and sound science, as well as respect for the equality of women.'"

(You can check it out yourself at http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/05/17/obama-notre-dame-speech-f_n_204387.html )

For some reason this brought me to his 2008 speech on race. In it his speaks about the signing of America's Constitution.

"The document they produced was eventually signed but ultimately unfinished. It was stained by this nation's original sin of slavery, a question that divided the colonies and brought the convention to a stalemate until the founders chose to allow the slave trade to continue for at least twenty more years, and to leave any final resolution to future generations. "

(Also full text here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/03/18/obama-race-speech-read-th_n_92077.html )

So what I understand is that a.) Slavery is a sin that has stained our nation’s history and constitution. And b.) Abortion is a right that should be protected. That we should look with understanding and open our minds and hearts to the arguments and times that necessitate it. Additionally we should make sure we have clear science and ethics in regards to it.

The difference between abortion and slavery Pt.2

The bedtime gap

Jason has 7 1/2 more weeks of Officer Candidate School. After that, he will be home for 4 weeks. I cannot wait to have somebody who is capable of unclogging the toilet, in arm's reach!

Our house if officially, "For Sale." There is still a ton of work to be completed. I'll get to it eventually...

Two days ago Jason was chosen to be the, "Student Company Commander, " for week 7 of OCS. He's pretty honored. One guy is picked every week, out of the 160 odd guys there.

We are still thinking we will end up overseas. He has a few more months of training after OCS. We probably won't leave the states until the end of the year.

He finds out in two weeks what his official job will be. He's hoping for Military Intelligence.

By the time Jason is home again, our Dossier paperwork should be completed. It seems like it is taking forever...but having him on the other side of America make things complicated.

I know this is a random post. Honestly I am just avoiding mopping the floors. I thought I would catch people up while I sulked.

Let's Wrastle

I've been trying to read to the kids.

Mostly because I heard the recommended amount of television time by the American Academy of Pediatrics is a piddly 2 hours! I have to say that my children have been doing much better than the recommended time. They are tough. I also learned that children under 2 shouldn't be watching any television at all. When I told Grant this, he cried.

"Ma-mote? Ma-mote? MA-MOTE!!!!" As if showing me where the remote was located would change my steely resolve. "No dear. I love you too much to allow you to become overweight, violent, participate in risky behavior and additionally--reinforce gender-role and racial stereotypes." I really pulled the floor out from underneath him.

I hear him calling, "Unh-er Pets! Unh-er Pets!" And,"Doe Diedo DOE!" As he wanders aimlessly about the house. (Wonderpets and Go Diego Go, respectively.)

So anyway, Jason's been gone about 4 weeks, and we have holes in our heads where eyeballs used to be as a result. I don't mean to watch so much, but it's been cold and yucky, and we are homeschooling after all. This means we are home a lot. Most importantly; during our bonding with tele, I can stare into space for vast amounts of time. I know all the while that they are gathered on the couch safely-- like little hens on a roost. Being thus hypnotized by Lenny, Tuck, and Ming-Ming, too.

So back to the reading. Reading is when you sit down...or stand if you prefer...and simply interpret the combination of letters on the page. Sometimes there will be no pictures, which can be slightly disappointing. Then, you have to use something called your imagination. (I haven't much use for it, but I do like to get it out on occasion while I'm driving. "If I didn't have kids in the car I'd such and such!" ) The kids usually end up enjoying these "reading sessions." And, I suppose it's something I should do more often.

One thing that threw me for a loop during story time-- was the climbing upon. The children seem to know that I am weak and vulnerable in a semi-reclined position...and they climb upon me. I really couldn't figure out what they wanted. Particularly the boys. They would giggle and laugh and jump on my back. They would say things like, "Hi-yah!" or even worse, "Choke HOOOLD!" I would ask them if they wanted me to read or not...

Then one day I asked Lincoln, "What's with all this jumping on me? Everytime I get down on the floor with you guys, you're crawling all over me."

He sighed his little 184-year-old sigh and gently put his hand on my arm. "Mom," he said. "Sometimes when little boys jump on your back or crawl on you, it means they want to wrestle around." He looked me straight in the eyes, "Don't you remember Dad doing that with us?"

"Oh." I said sheepishly. "Of course."

Thunk. Duh. Stupid me!!! Not only am I creating little television delinquents. I'm a stupid girl who needs to learn how to wrestle.

MacNcheese

I just thought everyone should know that I have upgraded the kid's culinary tutorials from frozen pizza to macaroni and cheese.

Transcript: George W. Bush's Farewell Address

"Fellow citizens: For eight years, it has been my honor to serve as your President. The first decade of this new century has been a period of consequence - a time set apart. Tonight, with a thankful heart, I have asked for a final opportunity to share some thoughts on the journey we have traveled together and the future of our Nation. 

Five days from now, the world will witness the vitality of American democracy. In a tradition dating back to our founding, the presidency will pass to a successor chosen by you, the American people. Standing on the steps of the Capitol will be a man whose story reflects the enduring promise of our land. This is a moment of hope and pride for our whole Nation. And I join all Americans in offering best wishes to President-elect Obama, his wife Michelle, and their two beautiful girls.

Tonight I am filled with gratitude - to Vice President Cheney and members of the Administration; to Laura, who brought joy to this house and love to my life; to our wonderful daughters, Barbara and Jenna; to my parents, whose examples have provided strength for a lifetime. And above all, I thank the American people for the trust you have given me. I thank you for the prayers that have lifted my spirits. And I thank you for the countless acts of courage, generosity, and grace that I have witnessed these past eight years. 

On Sept. 11th, 2001:
This evening, my thoughts return to the first night I addressed you from this house - September 11, 2001. That morning, terrorists took nearly 3,000 lives in the worst attack on America since Pearl Harbor. I remember standing in the rubble of the World Trade Center three days later, surrounded by rescuers who had been working around the clock. I remember talking to brave souls who charged through smoke-filled corridors at the Pentagon and to husbands and wives whose loved ones became heroes aboard Flight 93. I remember Arlene Howard, who gave me her fallen son's police shield as a reminder of all that was lost. And I still carry his badge. 

As the years passed, most Americans were able to return to life much as it had been before Nine-Eleven. But I never did. Every morning, I received a briefing on the threats to our Nation. And I vowed to do everything in my power to keep us safe. 

Over the past seven years, a new Department of Homeland Security has been created. The military, the intelligence community, and the FBI have been transformed. Our Nation is equipped with new tools to monitor the terrorists' movements, freeze their finances, and break up their plots. And with strong allies at our side, we have taken the fight to the terrorists and those who support them. Afghanistan has gone from a nation where the Taliban harbored al Qaeda and stoned women in the streets to a young democracy that is fighting terror and encouraging girls to go to school. Iraq has gone from a brutal dictatorship and a sworn enemy of America to an Arab democracy at the heart of the Middle East and a friend of the United States. 

There is legitimate debate about many of these decisions. But there can be little debate about the results. America has gone more than seven years without another terrorist attack on our soil. This is a tribute to those who toil day and night to keep us safe - law enforcement officers, intelligence analysts, homeland security and diplomatic personnel, and the men and women of the United States Armed Forces. 

Praise for military:
Our Nation is blessed to have citizens who volunteer to defend us in this time of danger. I have cherished meeting these selfless patriots and their families. America owes you a debt of gratitude. And to all our men and women in uniform listening tonight: There has been no higher honor than serving as your Commander in Chief. 

The battles waged by our troops are part of a broader struggle between two dramatically different systems. Under one, a small band of fanatics demands total obedience to an oppressive ideology, condemns women to subservience, and marks unbelievers for murder. The other system is based on the conviction that freedom is the universal gift of Almighty God and that liberty and justice light the path to peace. 

This is the belief that gave birth to our Nation. And in the long run, advancing this belief is the only practical way to protect our citizens. When people live in freedom, they do not willingly choose leaders who pursue campaigns of terror. When people have hope in the future, they will not cede their lives to violence and extremism. So around the world, America is promoting human liberty, human rights, and human dignity. We are standing with dissidents and young democracies, providing AIDS medicine to bring dying patients back to life, and sparing mothers and babies from malaria. And this great republic born alone in liberty is leading the world toward a new age when freedom belongs to all nations. 

For eight years, we have also strived to expand opportunity and hope here at home. Across our country, students are rising to meet higher standards in public schools. A new Medicare prescription drug benefit is bringing peace of mind to seniors and the disabled. Every taxpayer pays lower income taxes. The addicted and suffering are finding new hope through faith-based programs. Vulnerable human life is better protected. Funding for our veterans has nearly doubled. America's air, water, and lands are measurably cleaner. And the Federal bench includes wise new members like Justice Sam Alito and Chief Justice John Roberts.

Tough times for families:
When challenges to our prosperity emerged, we rose to meet them. Facing the prospect of a financial collapse, we took decisive measures to safeguard our economy. These are very tough times for hardworking families, but the toll would be far worse if we had not acted. All Americans are in this together. And together, with determination and hard work, we will restore our economy to the path of growth. We will show the world once again the resilience of America's free enterprise system. 

Like all who have held this office before me, I have experienced setbacks. There are things I would do differently if given the chance. Yet I have always acted with the best interests of our country in mind. I have followed my conscience and done what I thought was right. You may not agree with some tough decisions I have made. But I hope you can agree that I was willing to make the tough decisions. 

The decades ahead will bring more hard choices for our country, and there are some guiding principles that should shape our course.

While our Nation is safer than it was seven years ago, the gravest threat to our people remains another terrorist attack. Our enemies are patient and determined to strike again. America did nothing to seek or deserve this conflict. But we have been given solemn responsibilities, and we must meet them. We must resist complacency. We must keep our resolve. And we must never let down our guard. 

At the same time, we must continue to engage the world with confidence and clear purpose. In the face of threats from abroad, it can be tempting to seek comfort by turning inward. But we must reject isolationism and its companion, protectionism. Retreating behind our borders would only invite danger. In the 21st century, security and prosperity at home depend on the expansion of liberty abroad. If America does not lead the cause of freedom, that cause will not be led.

Maintain moral clarity:
As we address these challenges - and others we cannot foresee tonight - America must maintain our moral clarity. I have often spoken to you about good and evil. This has made some uncomfortable. But good and evil are present in this world, and between the two there can be no compromise. Murdering the innocent to advance an ideology is wrong every time, everywhere. Freeing people from oppression and despair is eternally right. This Nation must continue to speak out for justice and truth. We must always be willing to act in their defense and to advance the cause of peace. 

President Thomas Jefferson once wrote, "I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past." As I leave the house he occupied two centuries ago, I share that optimism. America is a young country, full of vitality, constantly growing and renewing itself. And even in the toughest times, we lift our eyes to the broad horizon ahead. 

I have confidence in the promise of America because I know the character of our people. This is a Nation that inspires immigrants to risk everything for the dream of freedom. This is a Nation where citizens show calm in times of danger and compassion in the face of suffering. We see examples of America's character all around us. And Laura and I have invited some of them to join us in the White House this evening. 

We see America's character in Dr. Tony Recasner, a principal who opened a new charter school from the ruins of Hurricane Katrina. We see it in Julio Medina, a former inmate who leads a faith-based program to help prisoners returning to society. We see it in Staff Sergeant Aubrey McDade, who charged into an ambush in Iraq and rescued three of his fellow Marines.

We see America's character in Bill Krissoff, a surgeon from California. His son Nathan, a Marine, gave his life in Iraq. When I met Dr. Krissoff and his family, he delivered some surprising news: He told me he wanted to join the Navy Medical Corps in honor of his son. This good man was 60 years old - 18 years above the age limit. But his petition for a waiver was granted, and for the past year he has trained in battlefield medicine. Lieutenant Commander Krissoff could not be here tonight, because he will soon deploy to Iraq, where he will help save America's wounded warriors and uphold the legacy of his fallen son.

The best of our country:
In citizens like these, we see the best of our country - resilient and hopeful, caring and strong. These virtues give me an unshakable faith in America. We have faced danger and trial, and there is more ahead. But with the courage of our people and confidence in our ideals, this great Nation will never tire … never falter … and never fail.

It has been the privilege of a lifetime to serve as your President. There have been good days and tough days. But every day I have been inspired by the greatness of our country and uplifted by the goodness of our people. I have been blessed to represent this Nation we love. And I will always be honored to carry a title that means more to me than any other: citizen of the United States of America.

And so, my fellow Americans, for the final time: Good night. May God bless this house and our next President. And may God bless you and our wonderful country."

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To illustrate...

While it's supposed to be 70 degrees down south on Thursday... looks like we are getting more white fluffy.

Here's the proud old man...

And, the self-punisher...

Oh, and I forgot to mention that the kids are learning to cook. So far they have only done frozen pizza. We had to start somewhere...

Week 2

We are surviving! We've had pink eye, colds, and asthma attacks during the last week...but it's all good. Jason called on Thursday. He said his DS (drill sergeant) was standing next to him and he had to tell me he was fine and officially at Basic. We got to talk for about 5 minutes. I think that he is having a really hard time. Not with the work--but just missing the kids. He told me that he did at least 400 push ups. Every five minutes they have to drop and do 25, because someone has screwed up. Something he is really proud of is the fact that he has had a bowl of spinach at every meal! I'm totally liking that part of training. He said he really misses the sound of the kids voices. He sent directions on how to, "Ranger Roll" a shirt. So, of course, the kids spent all evening Thursday, running around like savages with no shirts on...even Kennedy. He told them in his letter that the way you test and see if the shirt was rolled right, is by throwing it against the wall. So, there were a lot of little shirts flying across the house, too.

Lincoln lost his second front tooth yesterday! He's had wiggly front teeth since this past summer. He is pretty proud; and subsequently talks like a toothless old man ;-)

Oh, and one more thing that has been funny. Grant is sending himself to the corner. I guess he must have heard me send one of the older kids...although I really don't send them to the corner that often. Anyway, a few days ago I heard a little voice say, "Out? Now?....Out? Now?" I look and look, and finally find Grant in a little corner. Solemn as can be. So, of course I said, "Yes, you can come out now." He didn't even smile, he just said, "Thank-do mom" and walked away. But, then five minutes later I heard the same little voice. Yesterday, he sent himself to the corner 7 times. I was counting. It is the cutest, funniest, and slightly most disturbing thing I've ever seen!

This is Monday, the 12th of January. Heading to Fort Benning, GA. Good Luck Honey! We'll be praying...

Regular

Mr. Deem has officially been gone 72 hours. The first day was really hard. Jason is a very ALIVE person to have suddenly missing from the home. I miss his loud voice, his particular way of doing everything, and just having my friend around. Ked and Grant have been asking the hardest questions. I think it's a little more complicated for them to understand. I don't want them to stop asking. Jason's only fear about leaving was that Grant wouldn't remember him when he got back. We recorded some videos of Jason reading to the kids. I plan on watching them once a week or so. I think Grant will remember...

We've been getting a lot more school done, these past three days. Before Mr. D left, we were so busy getting his transcripts, getting paperwork for the Dossier, talking to his recruiter, and finishing calculus. (Thank-you Jesus! He didn't think he would pass.) The kids weren't getting a whole lot done. That's an understatement. They weren't getting anything done. I really wasn't worried though. I was home schooled my whole childhood, and I know that especially with just two, it will be easy to catch up. Ked even did her school work yesterday. It was cute--her job was to draw straight lines. They looked like a 97-year-old wrote them. They were adorable lines!

We have roughly 168 days of Mr. Deem being gone. Sometime soon we should be able to send off our Dossier. They decided that I needed to have another home study, since the last one was so rushed. I'm going to try and post more regularly. If I learned to do anything with a determinable amount of regularity in my life--it would be a great accomplishment.

p.s.
Jason called right before he got on the plane in Boise. This is kind of funny...because it is SO Jason. He has a few minutes to talk to his wife before boot camp--and he's talking politics. He said that Walter E. Williams was subbing for Rush Limbaugh on the show. A caller asked Mr. Williams why he hadn't been talking about Mrs. Williams. He went on to say that she passed away December of '07. :-( Jason and I always love hearing him talk about his wife. He refers to her only as, "Mrs. Williams." His stories about her are hilarious, and heartwarming (hum-yes alliteration). Anyway, Jason and I decided we both wouldn't mind if we referred to each other as Mr. and Mrs. Deem. So be forewarned.