As if I don't have enough to do...

I have been gone a lot lately, hence the blog silence. One of the reasons I was gone was for shopping in Indianapolis (for a whole day!) with a bunch of friends. I know, rough.
It was so fun. Unfortunately when I was planning it, I was in need of a break from my children. By the time the trip came, I had been gone so much I actually missed my girls before I even left. We went to a Holiday Mart at the state fairgrounds where people from all over the country brought hand crafted items. It was good enough that we are already planning our trip for next year. I didn't buy much but it got my (non) creative juices flowing. I saw something I liked. It was very expensive. I think I can make it myself.

Here are my supplies.....


I don't know how this will turn out, but I will take a picture regardless of whether I am pleased with the end product.
I will just put this in the basement beside the quilt rack, side table and rocking chair that all need sanded and painted. So hopefully I can get it done before the girls enter college. Because it's kind of for them.


Poor Olivia and her chubby cheeks. After some of my time away, I came home and noticed her neck rolls were bleeding! Bleeding! They chafe so badly from cute triple chin skin rubbing together. I had to buy some aquaphor and we have it resolved. I can't wait to show Olivia what a sweet and chubby baby she was!

We have a working tv in the basement. Matt and Olivia enjoyed football together on Sunday, except for the Colts' losing game.

Hannah has taken to wearing my Reggie Wayne jersey. She looks mighty adorable in it and wore it all day.

Olivia likes blueberries.

In other child news...

-Hannah's verbal skills are hilarious and adorable.

-She was exactly Olivia's age when she said her first word.

-Liv still just squeals.

-But Hannah had just rolled over for the first time that same day and Liv's been rolling forever.

-And Hannah could feed herself at this age and Olivia can't.

-But they are both doing great with the time change (the most important thing).

I hear all the time how awesome it is that we've adopted (they are right, adoption is awesome). But they say it as if they admire us for it, like it was unselfish or something.

Adoption for us was the way we chose to be parents. There was no unselfishness involved. It was purely the path to parenthood. In fact, part of it was selfish because I knew when we adopted, we would get a baby, we could choose the sex (if we wanted), we could choose the race (if we wanted), we could choose the health (if we wanted). We were guaranteed a baby. I wanted a guarantee for my money. Now that doesn't seem so honorable and unselfish now does it?

It's a wonderful thing that the Lord can use our selfishness for His glory isn't it?