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 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.