A wise woman posted.....

"When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better. The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you....."

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Surprise!!!!


Isaac Warren McKenna was born Tuesday November 30th at 7:52 AM.
He weighed in at 6 lbs 12 oz and is 19 in long.
Isn't he precious?????
He was born at 36 weeks so he is spending a little spa time in the NICU.
Hope to have him home soon!
More details to come....

Thursday, September 16, 2010

It just hurts....

Blah Blah Blah.... nothing seems to cut it...
even a blessed solid nights sleep
(thanks to 1/2 of one of Dave's muscle relaxing sleepy pills)

a sneak attack to my heart
almost forgot how hard it can be
(guess I can be greatful for that)

Miss you baby girl
Mama loves you

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

It's the little things...

that give us purpose in life....
like picking up a pair of cherished and WELL worn cowboy boots hastily taken off and left in the middle of the kitchen floor by one very adorable all though very BUSY 4 year old. Tonight I felt very lucky to have those little boots and a fair amount of other miscellaneous items left laying around by said 4 year old to put away. for the 75th time, incase you were wondering

My new Happy Place.....




Our Main Bathroom is Finally Finished!!!!

Monday, June 21, 2010

Me... Then and Now

2003
2010


Ever have a life altering thing happen and you know you will never be the same but the true impact of the event (the good and bad) will not be clear until years later?

Lately I have been seeing for the first time since my life altering event some of the consequential changes in me.

This on-going realization process all started about a year ago when Dave and I went up to Park City as usual for our anniversary. We were driving through the rural farm area and I had a realization.... the thought came to me and I wondered aloud... "when did I lose control?" Dave asked what in the world I was talking about and so I explained... When did I lose control over what I was becoming? I have been thinking about this question ever since. The answer I came up with kind of surprised me. I mean, I knew this major life event had altered me but I did not realize that it had changed who I essentially was. In many ways I have lost myself.

You see,
I used to be:
carefree
organized
energetic
fit
motivated
thin
girly
active
pontaneous
overly free-spirited
illogical

And I used to:
Take things for granted
Love to get all dolled up to go out
have an immaculately clean house and car
love to run
enjoy going out with friends
enjoy being creative
love going out with my husband
put myself first
spoil my husband
have a finite perspective and a I want it now attitude

Now I have become:
appreciative
over-weight
disorganized
tired
practical to a fault
grateful
empathic
non-judgemental
frumpy
calculated
lazy (for lack of a better word)
unmotivated

I Now:
stay home
HATE getting dolled up
never take care of myself
never make time for myself
put what little energy I have into my kids
neglect my husband
carry with me a eternal perspective and a "not my will but thine" attitude

It has become apparent that this event has changed me both positively and negatively. The new question I have been pondering is "Will I let this event FOREVER change me?"

There are the positive changes that I would like to keep such as:
the change in my perspective
my desire for my will to directly align with the lords
my empathy
the love and appreciation I have for being a mother
how content i am just to spend time at home
how practicality is actually a word in my vocabulary
how I now put others needs above my own

However there are many changes I would like to reverse.

I would like to re-learn how to:
spoil my husband
love exercise
organize my life
make time for myself
take care of myself
become fit and thin
re-gain a positive body image
to socialize

So what does all this deep analysis amount too?
I have decided that I want to become an active participant in my own life. I want to decide what I am becoming instead of letting life just have it's way with me!

It may take years but I am now on a quest to find myself and to BECOME what I want to be.
I am going to start by making time for me.
I think the first step is daily exercise....
Here it goes.....
Wish me luck
Hopefully a better and more complete me is just around the corner!



Friday, May 14, 2010

tonight at our house you will find...

dirty dinner dishes still in the sink
unfinished laundry on the stairs
two sleeping angels
cold stone ice cream
gotta have it size ofcorse
me and my bates cuddled up on the couch
watching TWISTER for the first time in years
ahh the simple things...


Tuesday, April 27, 2010

On Being a Chosen Mom...

As I sit here tonight after an especially rough "mom" day.... I think of my little men tuck in bed sleeping soundly and I cry.
They are worth the helpless feeling I have almost become accustomed too.
You see, motherhood is a tough honor.
It comes with no definitive answers or instruction manual.
And, for a woman who likes knowing the end from the beginning, the task of raising my precious little ones without an answer key often seems down right overwhelming.
Don't get me wrong....
I LOVE being a mother....
and I waited along time to be chosen to be one.
I just feel so under qualified.
I am humbled by their birth mothers faith in me as a mother.
I want to do right by them and by K and I.
But I often feel that I am falling short.
I would give anything for my babies and their birth mothers...
I just hope I can become equal to the faith they placed in me.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

The Playset, SwingSet, or Slide

It's Dave here making my annual blog post. I'm not much of a blogger. I rarely post information about my personal life, although I do occasionally read other people's posts about their personal lives. I am only posting this because my sister requested it.

As many of you know, my wife had this "great" idea about getting an "Easter" playset for the kids. I was quite skeptical at first, but then finally agreed to go along with it. So, the shopping began. (Online shopping of course from the comfort of the couch.) The plan was to make the big purchase once we got the good old tax return back and shoot for an Easter unveiling. Fortunately, we got our tax return back much sooner than we expected. Unfortunately, "our" first priority was to buy the playset. This was mid-February, aka the dead of winter in Utah. So, the "Easter" playset which comes packaged as 10,000 different parts, soon became "K's birthday" playset. Excellent, I had a week to build it. I am a big fan of Legos and the "some-assembly-required" products for children. If you build it yourself then it costs less right? Wrong! Not when there are 10,000 - 100,000 pieces, it's the dead of winter, the dog's have pooped on every single inch of the backyard over the winter and it gets really cold once the sun goes down.

Sorry to make this such a long story. Well, thanks to my father-in-law, brother and cousin we finished this bad boy on K's birthday. Now I present to you K's Birthday Slide (that's what he calls it).

It is a thing of beauty, and yes it was a "great" idea. I've had a change of heart. K loves it along with all his friends and cousins.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Good Luckin' Charms....

Happy St. Patricks Day All!!!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Sunday, February 14, 2010

ADOPTION.....

it IS about LOVE!!!


Sunday, January 31, 2010

For Our Amazing K and T....

I came across this article by Jane Devin today that touched me deeply.
Every once in a while I get asked why K and I's birthmothers "gave them up" or even harder for me to hear "didn't want them".
(Please know that I understand why people ask these questions but I have the advantage of knowing our birthmothers intimately and the love they feel for these precious babies is insurpassable!)
I haven't been able to come up with what I felt was an adequate and fair answer to this question until now. Here is my new answer word for word the way Jane Devin wrote it. Thanks Jane... your words are trully inspired.

There Is No Shame in Surrender

Please listen.

There is no shame in understanding that it’s too much, or in recognizing your limitations.

There is no shame in giving your child up for adoption.

Please don’t let shame be your weakness, or let it decide your child’s fate. Those eyes that surround you, whether at school, at work, or at the family table, cannot see into your future. They are not the ones who have to be emotionally, financially, and physically responsible for a child.

They will not be there for the all-night crying jags, the teething pains, or the earaches. They will not be the ones responsible for bottles, diapers, doctor visits, or daycare. That will be you, and chances are, only you.

There is no shame in knowing that you are not ready. Maybe you are too young. Maybe your temperament does not yet have the patience necessary to parent. Maybe your financial situation is unstable with no promise of a quick or easy recovery. Maybe there are dreams you’ve yet to fulfill that you would regret forgoing if you stopped to raise a child. Maybe this is just the wrong time, or you’re with the wrong partner.

You, and more importantly, your child, do not have to be the victims of circumstance. You can, instead, gather your courage and strength, face your own truths and reality, and with no small amount of pride, you can surrender.

You can surrender knowing that no matter how other people in your life question your decision, or how they may judge you, you have made a decision based on the the purest,and most unselfish kind of love. You, through adoption, have given your child the ultimate gift — a secure home with people who are excited about being parents — who will love your child and provide him or her with stability and every opportunity for happiness.

Maybe you didn’t have that kind of happiness growing up. Maybe you imagine that all that love you have stored up inside will make up for everything else.

Please know — and this is a hard, hard truth — it doesn’t.

Love cannot buy you the time it takes to care for a child. It cannot provide a paycheck that will cover your expenses. At three in the morning, when your child is crying, love does not buy you patience. At three in the afternoon, when you’re bone tired, it won’t buy you a much needed rest. When you want to go out at night — when you need to have some fun — love will not buy you a babysitter.

Love is not a cure for desperation. A child’s love, as defenseless and unconditional as it is, will not fix the broken pieces of a life. Having a child is not a cure for sadness, loneliness, or depression.

No matter how many others in your life are excited about your pregnancy — no matter how many declarations of love, baby showers and well-wishes there are while you are pregnant — eventually you will be left alone with a helpless infant. One who is totally dependent on you 24 hours a day. One who will be dependent on you for many years, not just for love, but for every single thing in their existence.

If you are not ready for that, if you are not prepared, there’s no shame in surrender.

There’s no shame in surrender when they are newly born, or even when they are months old.

There is no shame in picking up the phone and saying –

I need help. I thought I could do this, but it’s too much. I can’t.

Somewhere, there are loving, patient, ready arms waiting to hold that child. Somewhere in your heart is the courage to surrender what you created so that he or she can have the best life possible.

There is no shame in surrender. Only in hanging on past the point of reason. Beyond the point of love.


I am so greatful that T and K were realisitic when deciding what was best for their children.

They took responsibility and acted in LOVE.

This selfless, realistic, love amazes me.

It gave them courage to do the unthinkable.

More than anything else we owe these birthmothers our support and deep respect and love!

Thank you for reading the rants of a very passionate adoptive mom!


Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Questions...

I have been thinking alot lately about the eternal nature of life.... and it seems i have more questions than answers...
why do some have to suffer so much?
why do some live while others die?
why do some die when we feel, pray and have faith that they will live or be healed?
why have i been blessed with two beautiful babies when some are still waiting for one?
why was i choosen to carry my specific burdens? because yes, i feel i was choosen...
what was her purpose here?
why does adoption have too be so bitter sweet?
what would it be like to carry and have your own child and not have to feel guilty for benifiting from someone elses courage, loss and pain?
is adoption a matter of predestiny?
are our families predestined?
is adoption always the best option?
what is my path?
what is the lords will regarding my family?



Thursday, January 7, 2010

How to Combat Cabin Fever...

Play Indoor Hockey
Chill in your PJ's
Wear Daddies Boots
Dress up the Dog
Play on Play Mat
Take the Dog on an "Indoor" Walk
Put on Fake Tattoos
And Finally....
Practice Flexing your Muscles!

You gotta be creative to keep an "energetic", asthmatic, 3 year old busy, out of trouble, and your sanity all while stuck indoors for days on end.

Man I HATE this INVERSION!!!!!

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

on my mind...

how cute Zaiah looks in just socks
how frumpy I look in this shirt
how I miss Christmas already
how happy it made me when hubs walked in tonight Diet coke in hand (for me of corse)
how much I miss my sister
how grateful I am for afor mentioned hubs
how much I LOVE the smell of clean little fingers and toes
how glad I am it is bedtime

but most of all,

how I feel like I am failing at what matters most....


Just one of those days