Changes

Most of the time change is good. But this time it was not good, it was bad, like cry-your-eyes out bad. These two moved away. And H-town is not close to A-town....Texas is way too big!

Zannah moved to a big-girl bed. (Just last night!) And Max into the crib instead of the playpen.

Although these two can never be left unattended in the same vincinity, Z is acquiring a much gentler touch. A much appreciated change.

Can summer really be over? Although it is still blasted hot most days, there is a nip in the air some evenings and I can feel fall coming. Zannah has become quite the little swimmer this summer. We moved into a different house only 2 miles from the old one, so the move wasn't too bad, but we couldn't have done it without these two. There is no doubt where Marcus gets his work ethic from!

I didn't think I would be so sad to say goodbye to this particular house. Like my mom says, it's not the house, but the memories. So true, wise one, so true. Truth be told, we liked the house, but strongly disliked being sandwiched in there like sardines and being boxed in on all sides by yappy dogs. I talked Marcus out of throwing anti-freeze soaked steaks over the fence many times the past 3 years.

Altough there have been changes, some things don't change. Like Z's love for her friend Ty-Ty. Shortly after this pic was taken, she took a spill on the sidewalk. A goose-egg on the noggin isn't enough to change her thrill-seeking ways.

Smiley Boy

Max is 3 months old. At about 10 weeks he went from sleeping 3 hour spans to 10 hours at night. For that, I would give him candy right now if he would take it. He is also smiling and it is absolutely adorable. He knows how to put on the charm for Grandmas. (Dana--less than a week! Hopefully these pics will tide you over.) And I'm pretty sure he hasn't lost one single hair of his lustrous mane.

Daily Downlow

I can't stop watching these videos.




I took Zannah and Max to the mall and UPS store by myself and it was amazing! I wasn't in a rage or near tears and Zannah didn't run out in front of any cars. She walked by me and didn't cry or whine when we left the play area. It was heaven.

My name is Lynsey. I am no longer under child-induced house arrest and I'm a Mormon.

When "thank you" isn't enough

I've been thinking a lot about Max's and Zannah's birthmoms. About how there aren't words to amply express my gratitude or love for them. We spent time in the hospital with both of them and were there to hug them goodbye as both babies were placed in our arms for good. But, a hug and a thank-you were hugely inadequate.

With Zannah, I was so anxious to get her and so scared after holding her that the whole thing might still fall through, I selfishly and secretly couldn't wait to say goodbye to Peggy. As we spent the 48 required hours in the hospital, Marcus would kick my foot and give me the look, which meant I needed to let others hold Zannah and I grudgingly complied. Peggy and her family were so accomodating to us and so gracious, yet I was stressed and impatient. I know much of it can be attributed to being a first time mom--I didn't want anyone but me to hold Zannah for the first 6 months! But, I still wish I had been better. After bringing Zannah home, I remember asking my Aunt Carol, who also has adopted, if she was happy that she didn't know the birthmoms. She said she would give anything to give them a hug and tell them thank you. I thought she was crazy, it seemed nice to just pick up a baby at the hospital, no strings attached.


By the time Max came around, my heart had changed. I would give anything to have hugged Peggy a little tighter and have loved her a little more.


As soon as I met Anastasia, I loved her. The 34 hours we spent with her weren't enough. She held Max as much as she wanted without me hovering over. I wasn't a basketcase, I wasn't stepping out into the hall to cry or wishing the time away. I am so grateful Heavenly Father gave me a chance to do better the second time around.

We recently recieved a sweet letter from Anastasia, I cried as I read it. What incredible women both of our birthmothers are. How blessed Zannah and Max are to come from a love so unselfish and so pure. And even though thank you isn't enough, I'm so glad I was able to say it face to face.

Should be

A lot of days I am very unmotivated. I should be:

doing dishes

packing (we sold our house you know)

preparing this months sharing times

cleaning and sorting through all this stuff we have accumulated

folding clothes

sleeping (it's midnight)

but instead I'm watching HGTV and dipping strawberries in white chocolate and reading blogs and counting down the hours until my mommy gets here and then she can stand over me with a whip and maybe I'll get something done.

She's Handy With a Knife

This explains a lot. I thought I was going crazy when I would find her in rooms I was sure I had locked.

Say What.....Take 2

Conversation at my visiting teaching appointment this past week.



Visitee: "Do you have a partner?"



Me: My face turns red as my mind contemplates what she is implying. "Um, yes. His name is Marcus and he is at work right now......." And then I mumble something about "we" being married.



Some awkward silence.



Visitee: "I meant a visiting teaching partner. I figured you had a husband if you adopted through LDS services."



What in the koo-hay was my mind thinking? That this near 70 year old lady was asking if I was a lesbian or living with my boyfriend? Next month I'm going to do the question asking.