I'm really proud of my brother, Jeremy

Jeremy was terrified to be a parent...but he has done a fantastic job. He is a great Dad...and he desperately loves Shelby. Who couldn't...would you look at that sweet little face?

She's my only niece...and I love her very much. But, I don't think I'll ever be able to love her more than her Daddy.

Good work, Jeremy. Good work.

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tuesday tribute---for tuesday

go blog yourself has been on my reading list for quite sometime...and so i really came to love little tuesday whitt and her whole sweet fam and became involved in praying for them in tuesday's battle with that stinky neuroblastoma . tuesday's parents are totally amazing...they inspire me! although tuesday went to play with jesus not so long ago, there have been so many people that are changed because of the courage and strength and honesty of the whitt family. on the day of celebration of tuesday's life, a number of folks who couldn't make it out to the funeral, took their kids on a 'wagie ride', which was one of tuesday's fav things. we all posted up our pics...shared our experiences with each other...and hugged our kiddos a little tighter. my kiddos wagie ride is here . from that precious little tuesday and her honorary wagie ride, a blog spawned...of course...and it is dedicated to nothing more than, in their words, "to keep track of lives touc...

random acts...GNO

over at GNO, there's a few of us who decided to challenge ourselves last week to perform a random act of kindness. i talked with my girls and hubs about what we could do... we reserve some funds each month out of our giving to put towards a current or urgent need that we find. i think it's important to let the kids see how we give as family...and they should be part of that decision too . as we were talking, and eating chinese...come on, you know there would be eating...i open my fortune cookie. and this is it!! i was out getting a few minutes of alone time and decided to pay hubs forward by getting jiffy lube to do the oil change. while i was there, i remembered how hard it was being a single mom. i remembered that the little things, like oil changes, suddenly became bigger things and honestly, more expensive things. *light bulb!!!* thomas rang me up for my oil change and asked if they had any scheduled appointments that i could pay for. he looked at me a little odd......

A lesson in NOT BEING STUPID

What NOT to say to an adoptive family... Any of you all that know us know that we are an adoptive family...and for those that don't just look at our pic. It will be obvious. We are different sizes and shapes and colors. That's why we call ourselves the "motley crew". I know, pretty funny. Here's the deal...a few things that I don't need strangers to say to me, or tell me: 1. I know that I'm white and my #3 daughter is brown. I live with her. Your revelation is not mine. 2. Yes...some of my kids don't look like me. 3. My kids have ears and are old enough to understand the stupid things you say. So don't say "where's she from?" I might have to kill you if you do. Consider yourself warned. 4. Just because an AA kid is adopted, doesn't mean they are from Africa. Look around...here in the US we have AA people too. 5. Don't ask me which of my kids are my REAL ones. Clue...we are all real and so are you.....

A Thorn Among Roses

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