Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Figuring Out the Ropes

We are still waiting on our Initial Family Profile to be accepted or denied.

While waiting for that I've been researching International Adoption Grants.
I'm finding out that the majority of them will not consider your application until after you've had an approved home-study.

So, the most important step of fundraising for us is now.
We need to save/raise $1,000 to be officially matched through RR.
And we need approximately $2,000 to get our home-study done.
We wondered if since we're licensed foster parents, if we could just use that home study. Unfortunately it is a completely different process, different program, different agency, and different requirements. So, we have to get another one done.

In order to kick off the fundraising I am going to be hand-making boutique style items. I plan to make knit, crochet, and sew crafts/clothes/etc.




Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Initial Family Profile

We have sent in our "Initial Family Profile" for consideration by Olive's country's adoption officials.
If they say NO to the IFP, it's the end of the road.
If they say YES, then it's the beginning of a very long road to come!
We are praying for Olive's safety, and health, and well being.

My first official Adoption Blog Post!

I am so excited as I write this,
and equally parts nervous... but mostly excited!
Karl and I went out on a date last night, and had a 2 hour discussion, and after weeks of consideration, we have decided to move forward in trying to adopt Olive!
I'm still a little bit in shock that I'm even starting an "Adoption Blog" right now.
I'm new to the International Adoption scene, so please, bear with me!

Karl and I have fallen for a little orphaned girl named Olive, who resides in a country we're not allowed to post (sorry!). She is 3 years old, and has Down syndrome. She is relatively low functioning, not sitting on her own, or crawling yet - but that doesn't make us even an ounce less in love with her.

God brought me to Olive in a strange way - although we are licensed foster parents (with out a placement right now), I came across Olive's profile online. Instantly I was drawn to her because of her name. Karl and I have already agreed the next baby girl added to our family is to be named Olivia, and to be called Olive.
I read her 'bio', and had to know more.
Of course Karl thought I was crazy, but I was compelled to find out more about this little girl with my next baby's name.
Come to find out she and I share her country of origin in nationality. I am only a small part "country"ian, but part is part none the less! I received a picture from the founder of Reeces Rainbow (reecesrainbow.org), and instantly she was seared to my heart.
She looks like she could have come from my womb!
She is so beautiful, her name is Olive, I share a part of her heritage, and she has the most beautiful syndrome of all - Downs.
If I could have, I would have picked her up right then and there.

Karl was very, very opposed to the idea at first.
Shortly thereafter he wasn't opposed, nor for the idea.
And very shortly thereafter he was open to praying, and seeking God's word on it.
About 3 weeks later, many prayers, and a few hours of conversation later Karl told me while getting ready for bed Saturday night that he was fine with adopting Olive.
I could have jumped out of my skin.

With in the first day - I already had cold feet.
The realization of the road ahead was a little frightening.
In no way was I concerned about not wanting or loving her - but the whole process of International Adoption has already nearly thrown me off my rocker.
Luckily I'm usually a go-get-her kind of gal, so hopefully I'll be able to keep up with the mountains of paperwork, and many fundraisers.
My dearest friend Kasey helped to get me back on track by asking me - "Can you live with her? and Can you live knowing she's not living with you?"
So here I come mountains!


There are some major hurdles to over come, one being attempting to gain our parent's support.
They're understandably hesitant.
Another being getting financial support through saving, fundraising, and grants.
And lastly, we will have to get a little more educated on what parenting a child with down syndrome is like.
Luckily, I have a head start on the latter, because I volunteered with disabled children for 4 years - many of them had Down syndrome.

A lot of people are probably wondering "WHY"
Why us? Because we were called to it.
Why her? Because we were called to her.
Why now? Because this is what the Lord has brought us to.
Why not wait? Because this little girl will be put in a mental institution with in a year if she is not adopted. Down syndrome children in "Country" are not adopted by their citizens, and less than a dozen have been adopted from foreign families. The prospect of her getting adopted if it's not by us, is slim to none. The prospect of her dying after years of horrible neglect and near torture in a mental institution you wouldn't send your dog to.... GUARANTEED. You may think this is not your problem, but it IS. GOD calls us to care for the widowed and orphaned, not to pretend they don't exist. We are following God's word and will - and hope you can support us in that.


I've always said there is no such thing as "love at first sight".... I've proven myself wrong.


Isn't she so beautiful? I can not wait to get her home, fatten her up, and grow her hair out. She will look like a born Malefyt before we know it!

Please, Please join us in any way you can - especially in prayer.

Prayer Requests:
That Olive is being treated well, and is doing well at the Orphanage.
That we are approved with no issues to keep us from being able to adopt Olive.
That we are able to raise the funds necessary to bring Olive home, and save her from a horrible life in an institution.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Ethan's first sleep over...



She 'shot him dead'. She wasn't quite sure what she was doing, but it's Ethan's favorite game right now...



Ethan had his first sleep over with "nah-nah", also known as Amelia.
They are too cute together.
They stayed up giggling and talking to each other late in to the night.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Evelyn's first word...

Evelyn's first word today was.... BITE!
Fitting!

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Pictures!

Karl and I are going away for the weekend! I'm so excited! We're staying at Bay Pointe Inn.
We've stayed there before, and have made reservations for 2 times since, and had to cancel due to getting foster placements. So, we'll get going this weekend! Yay!

Here are some pictures of the kids over this week:


Ethan put makeup on like his mommy :)


Cuddle time! I love, love, love the mornings that we get to cuddle in bed until 9:30AM!


Evelyn is starting to pull up on everything, and is starting to cruise around furniture!


Bath time! Ethan's favorite bath toys right now are his "guys". Which he makes fight the whole time. Everything is a war with this boy now...


Sibling love...



Naughty momma gave the kids banana cream pie for lunch!

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Catching up...

ReCap of the last few days:

Wednesday/Thursday: Try and try and try with all my might to read God's mind. Drive myself crazy. Start fundraising for Olive. Get a call from an old friend saying that her mom and dad might donate a considerable amount should we move forward - totally excited.

Friday: Have a great day - enjoy my kiddos, enjoy relaxing, get use to the idea that things aren't going to happen in my timing, and I'm wasting what little time I do have to relax by fussing about. Karl comes home from work and we decide to go to his parents for dinner. We have a nice dinner, Karl and his dad go shopping, take forever, me and the kids are tired, and ready to go home and go to bed. I come home and find out that I missed a call from DA for a 3 year old and 5 month old. I get really upset. Am mad that I forgot my phone. Get mad at myself, get mad at God, go to bed frustrated.

Saturday: My little brother comes over for the day. I try my best to enjoy my family and not be pissy. Karl goes to run an errand, and while he's gone my brother drops Evelyn, she hits her head on a a cracked plastic gaming chair. She's generally rather dramatic about everything, so I rush to pick her up, and rock her thinking she'll hopefully be over it in a minute or two. I'm rocking her, and then I realize I have blood all over my arm and hand. I rush around the house trying to figure out a suitable place to put her down to check out the damage. She refused to let me touch her head at all, so I couldn't see through the bloody hair what the cut looked like. I got it to stop bleeding, and went about my day because she seemed fine as long as I wasn't trying to touch it. About 2 hours later I stick her in the bath, since she's still got blood all over her hair, and rinse her hair enough to see that there is an inch wide cut, a few millimeters thick and deep, and it is NOT going to heal with out stitches. I pick up my mom, go to her clinic (she's a nurse), she takes Evie in the back room to get stitched up while I wait in the waiting room. My worst fears come true, she's screaming like someone is trying to kill her, she can hardly breath, everything in me wants to go rescue her - but I can't. It was such an awful feeling.

Later that night she was totally fine, and Karl and I even went out on our previously planned date. We got a drink, and went to see that dog movie. the name escapes me right now. It was cute, I liked it. We had a good night.

Sunday: Karl refused to get up for church - we had a very lazy day. I did a bible study, we all took naps, had a good lunch, and generally just moseyed about. It was lovely. It is starting to sink in that I need to just sit back and relax, and rest, and stop scrambling around for an answer I'm not going to get. Bible study was really, really good.

Monday: First part of the day I enjoyed playing with and snuggling the kids, then I crocheted a bit, and then I ran errands. I dropped some things our foster kids left here at DA and brought the Social Workers a treat. I came home, had dinner, enjoyed a movie with Karl, and just relaxed. Later on I got pulled in to that stupid Bachelor show... thats all I have to say about that.

Late last night I get this weird burst of energy, and totally clean our room top to bottom while Karl sleeps through the whole thing. I know, I'm queer.

Today: today is one of the first days that I have really been able to say I'm just relaxing, and enjoying 'life'. I'm starting to learn how to let-go. It's weird, but I like it. I think I have to learn to enjoy being 'bored'.