Monday, May 31, 2010
I am honored to be the granddaughter of two wonderful and brave men who served our country, risking their life to provide for my freedom. I will always be grateful to them and although Gabe will never have the opprotunity to know these men, Gabe will know that his Great Grandpa Frank and Great Grandpa Dale served his country to provide him with the freedom and liberties he's going to grow up knowing.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Slowly Gabe became less stiff and more mobile on his left side. However, while his leg was catching up quickly to his right leg, his left arm and hand were not doing as well. And because of this we began to see Miss Danielle an occupational therapist as well as Mrs. KC his physical therapist.
And each day we notice Gabe keeps his hand open more, his fingers are less stiff and he's now able to hold and more importantly for his enjoyment, shake toys in his left hand!
Gabe does a great job stretching and excersing everyday. I think the definite plus to the situation is that most of his 'work' seems like play! And while Gabe does a phenomenal job at home working he's a bit of a stinker at therapy. He cries off and on each time for me, and while it breaks my heart to let him cry, I know that therapy is extremely important for him and I must let him work through it. And his therapists are so wonderful and take such good care of Gabe. Gabe is certainly in good hands.
And while Gabe keeps working hard to reach all these milestones the obvious was pointed out to us on Friday at therapy: the older Gabe gets the further behind he becomes. And while, it's a very obvious observation, I just loathed hearing it out loud. Especially since Gabe works so hard. But I know as Gabe works he is getting better and stronger each week and that years from now, weekly therapy appointments will just be a small blip in Gabe's miraculous past.
We are so proud of Gabe and his determination to keep rolling with the punches. And we are so thankful for wonderful therapists like KC and Danielle.
So while therapy is wonderful for Gabe and continues to help him each day get further to reaching his full temptation, I hate that he's so miserable while he's at the rehab center. Could you spare some prayers for our little guy that he's not so miserable when he's working with his therapist? Thanks!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
To be honest, it's a bit irritating that the nurse would input an incorrect measurement into the computer, although Gabe was being pretty difficult to stretch out - that silly boy! And while he didn't want to be stretched out he was quite the champ when it came to his shot. Gabe didn't even flinch, just kept smiling at his Mama!
Earlier this week Gabe and his two favorite ladies found a new game to play:
And now about our garage sale: as Gabe's adoption is finalized (tomorrow) we are following our hearts and our Father and saying 'yes.' Yes to the call to adopt, yes to following our father's desire and care for the orphans and yes to adding to our family giving us more children to love and Gabe a sibling (or siblings) to grow up with! Last year before we knew Gabe was joining us we were planning a garage sale to raise money for our adoption process. Back then we were planning on adopting from Ethiopia and that is where our hearts still lay. So we're beginning again and staring with a garage sale!
So if you live in the area and have 'stuff' you'd like to donate, just let me know. And keep June 25 - 26 open to come to our garage sale. Because it's not going to just be our junk! As we grow in our faith and passions we've found that we have a lot of stuff we don't have a lot of use for or need. And we'd rather sell it and use the money to bring our family home then have lots of things.
Here's to hoping for a successful garage sale!
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Well guys, I'm ba-ack! It took me awhile but I finally convinced Momma to give me another try at this blogging thing... I had to promise I wouldn't share too much information or talk about things like bowel movements, gas or other bodily functions (although, I agree with my Daddy cause boys should be able to talk about gross stuff).
So, here I am, handsome as always and now 9 months old. And even though I'm 9 months old, my hats say that I'm 12 months old and my clothes say that I'm 12 - 18 months old. It's kind of confusing to be so many ages all at once so I'm just going to trust my Daddy when he says I'm 9 months old.
Speaking of being 9 months old, it's only 3 months until my 1st birthday. I'm a little nervous because Momma has already started 'working' on it. I'm not sure what that means, but I think I'll follow my Daddy's lead and just let her have her way with this one. Because if it was my birthday I would prefer to just be naked (oops, was that too much information?)
Since we talked last a lot of things have changed for me. I still drink that nasty white 'milk' but also get to eat lots and lots of food! Yogurt, fruit, vegetables, oatmeal and these little rice rusks. I love it all, well except avocado's, but Momma says I'll learn to like them. Maybe she'll learn to like my 'milk' then!
Besides eating lots of new things, I'm very close to sitting up by myself - sometimes I do it and sometimes I don't. I really just get a kick out of seeing my parents so excited. Rolling over is pretty much the same thing, some days I like to do it and others I don't. Really, I just like to do my own thing, Momma says I'm stubborn like my Daddy. I think that it's less of that and more that I'm independent and free-spirited!
I love play dates now and even christened my good friend Waverly with my urine one day (too much information). I have lots of friends and love spending time with them - going to the zoo or the playground our my favorite places for play dates. And since I'm still young, I'm still really good at sharing my toys. Even when I don't want to share, they're able to walk away from me so I have to share.... hmm... maybe I should put a little more effort into crawling.
Speaking of crawling, I've added occupational therapy to my regimen of appointments and while I think Miss Danielle (occupational therapist) is as wonderful as Mrs. KC (physical therapist) - I just don't like therapy. I don't whine and cry as much because they've caught onto my game and make me keep working. And work it is, therapy days are the only days Momma can be guaranteed time to do housework as napping isn't really my style anymore. I'm more of a party guy!
Well... I'm running out of things to say, which is kind of hard to believe as I love to talk! I especially love talking at 3AM, it's the bestest time to have a conversation with Momma! But anyways, until next time.... MUAH!
(aka moosh-moosh, bucko or gaby-baby - yes my parents are nuts)
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
And to Miss B... I can't imagine how hard today is for you. To know the love and joy of being a mother but not having Gabe to hold. Without you, celebrating today wouldn't be a possibility for me. Thank you so much for loving Gabriel so much that you allowed us the opprotunity to raise him. Never a day goes by without thinking of you, loving you and praying for you. Thank you so much for giving me this day and everyday with our Gabe. Love you!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
So last Mother's Day, Matt and I went to church where I gave my Mom a hug but couldn't utter those 3 words that I knew would break my heart and then taught Sunday School where I let Matt and Tiffany (the other girl that helps us - she's the best) work the door so I could avoid all of the mothers picking up their children. And then Matt and I went home, ate and had just an ordinary Sunday. And that's what I needed; it was cathartic yet selfish. Because more than any other day, even her birthday, my mom loves Mother's Day. Because she loves being a mother. And she is such a great mother. Unselfish, devoted, kind and loving; a wonderful, devoted to God type of Mom. The type of mom I hope to be, just with a lot more babies:)
Last year I never would have believed that I would be the mama of a beautiful 8 month old baby boy. I hoped but didn't believe it. But the other fabulous mother in my life did. At my nephew Jacob's birthday party which occurred the day before Mother's Day my sister-in-law (but, really I mean sister) gave me my first Mothers Day gift. An angel that came with the saying "May you find strength, peace and beauty every day." It was beautiful, sweet and made me cry, of course! But what meant more to me than the gift was what Annie said, that she believed this would be my last Mothers Day without a baby. And I wanted to believe her and I hoped she was right, but for the sake of my heart, I couldn't fully believe. But on nights when I was sad, days that I felt hopeless or mornings I awoke empty I clung to her words, her belief that soon I would be a mother.
And I am! Sometimes I still can't believe how God has blessed my life and answered the desire of my heart by giving us Gabe. Even though I'd like a few uninterrupted hours of sleep or a shower that doesn't include popping my head out to talk to Gabe, I wouldn't change a thing. If our journey has taught me anything (and believe me, it's taught me more than I could ever share) it has taught me to cherish every moment. Sleepless nights and cold showers, sweet baby smells and accessories, smiles and coos, dirty diapers and peed on mama, furniture, clothes.... all of it, everything - I love it and wouldn't trade for anything.
I am so blessed and I know it. And maybe that's why my heart is feeling a little heavy tonight. Because I am blessed and know so many couples that are still waiting. I know what it feels like to see a pregnant belly, a newborn baby or a disheveled new mom and wish that was me. So this year, as I celebrate the wonderful life of motherhood I am not going to forget my sisters and brothers that are still traveling this journey, still waiting for their blessing. I'm going to pray that God comforts them and blesses them soon with the desires of their heart. And that while they're waiting; the people in their life remember them on days like this, just like my sister Annie remembered me last year.
Would you join me in praying for all of the people waiting for their family? Whatever path they take on this journey; adoption, fertility treatments or just waiting and trying that they find peace and comfort. And believe me, even if you don't know who they are, you know someone who's waiting.
Prayers are powerful. "Confess to one another therefore your faults and pray for one another, that you may be healed and restored. The earnest prayer of a righteous man makes tremendous power available." James 5:16
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Gabe went to his first Indians game this weekend! Matt bought the tickets for the 3 of us to go a while back, but then the weather was predicted to be quite rainy so just Matt and I were going to go. Well, the rain got pushed back and a family night at the Jake was declared. (I know, I know. It's Progressive Stadium now, but it'll always be the Jake to me!
Gabe loved it (at first)! He was so intrigued by all of the lights and sounds, and every time people clapped he'd get a big smile and look around all proud. Maybe his Mama and Daddy clap too much for him?! Eventually he got tired and the Indians made a good play, the crowd cheered and then Gabe cried. After calming him, we found a more quieter area of the stadium and watched a few more innings. Then loud people moved behind us and we decided to head home before Gabe became scared again. But we stayed through 8 innings! And the Indians won in 11 innings! Wahoo!
In our seats...
I just can't stand his cuteness!