So sorry for the delay in posting, but life is REALLY busy with two boys! I have so much to tell and so many funny stories, I hope I can get it all in. Let’s rewind a few days and get caught up.
Last Thursday & Friday…
We had swim day, and it was a hoot. I’ve posted some pictures just to show you how fun everything was. I blogged about this earlier, so I hope you enjoy the photos.
We went to Nana’s and I’ve blogged about this, but I have also included as the last few pictures the pictures that Petya took when he realized the Mississippi was good. Something I didn’t blog was that an orphanage worker had told him that Mississippi was a bad place to live because we had hurricanes. I am sure word of Katrina has gotten overseas and that is the storm she was referring to occurring. I had the hardest time trying to convince Petya over the phone during one of our few calls to him in Ukraine that Mississippi was a good place to live and very safe. What I lacked in assuring words God more than made up for in sheer beauty. Petya took one look at those rolling Mississippi hills and realized it was good. It reminds me of when God looked and creation and was pleased. God’s word is so true that even the Earth screams out His glory and name. Anyway enjoy the pics of the “good Mississippi”…
- Look its Groucho!
- This is his best talent!
- CANNON BALL!
- Sliding in
- Dancing beauty ?!?
- Can you hear the Jaws theme song?
- Hey ya’ll its me Ernest T. and my buddy!
- Ah, the lazy life.
- Swimming monkey!
- Flipping monkey!
- 1-2-3-4 monkey!
- Let’s do the Twist
- white Erkel!
- Chicken fight!
- Jon playing America’s Funniest Home Videos
- The Three Amigos
- Look Mom!
- Good Mississippi!
Last Saturday…
We headed to the beach, well sort of. Bro. Jim and Carol Pinkston’s oldest son, Jon married Lindsey Massengil earlier this summer in a beautiful beach-side wedding in Flordia. To celebrate the wedding back home a reception was held at our church for them. We had planned on going to the wedding, but with the kids arriving the following week we could not make the trip so I was so thrilled when they planned a reception at the church and it was so sweet, they even wore their wedding attire down to the wedding dress and NO shoes. Did you hear me – NO SHOES!!! It was WONDERFUL, these people are truly after my own heart. Anyone that knows me well knows that I RARELY wear shoes – I HATE them, well unless they are comfortable flip-flops (please note the comfortable portion). Shoes are worse than tight clothes – they just pinch and squeeze your toes together and the comfortable ones are usually ugly. Enough of that soapbox – back to the reception. I had been asked to see if I could build a sandcastle for the reception and I was thrilled. Decorating is my secret passion. Give me some duct tape, hot glue, Elmer’s glue and caulk and I can build anything from a waterfall to a sandcastle. So Saturday we went to the church to put up the sandcastle. Petya is beginning to really love being at church and with our church family. Everyday he asks if he can go to church. Now he doesn’t understand the language, but he does the love! Everyone has been so sweet to him and so understanding – really he is in a 15 year old body with an 8 or 9 year old personality. His culture is so different and as a result he is different, but everyone has just taken that in stride and loved on him even with his quirks. He had a good time just being there and interacting. See in the orphanage they are taught that because they are orphans they are substandard. They have a VERY hard time trusting that people really do see them as a something more than an orphan. I watch him often times pull away when people are trying to shake hands with him and he is just watching to see if they will stick around and how they will treat him and everytime those people have been patient and waited and just reached out and grabbed him and hugged him up – not even his ignoring them has pushed them away. As a result he is learning that he has people here that love him even if he WAS and orphan. I don’t think that our church family is realizing what a huge role they are playing in his life just by being kind and giving him a chance – they are just living out what we are all called to do - love people – orphans, widows, widowers – all people no matter what tag society has placed on them. Anyway the sandcastle was erected and the fellowship hall looked like a beach-side getaway and most everything was ready for Sunday – except my ironing!!!
Oh, by the way, Petya also found out the situation with Katya. We had a translator explain everything to him. We wanted to upfront and honest. Remember - Jesus said that truth sets us free!! So we felt that the truth was the best way. As she told him the situation he was not surprised at Katya’s actions, but was awe struck that she didn’t want to be in our family. Petya’s response – “Whatever, but I WANT to be in our family, that’s her problem. Please tell the adoption agent to do the paperwork for me to come!” Then he ended the conversation with, “Me American, no Ukraine, me FAMILY!” I think that said it all.
Last Sunday…
We got up early, early, early at 8:30 (remember I’m on summer vacation) and all got dressed together and headed out to church together!! I can’t tell you how my heart was so happy. It felt so good to be heading down the highway with Mandisa blaring out the speakers and pull into church together. I was prouder than a mother hen with her new chicks. I don’t know what it is, but my two boys were the most handsome boys in church. Don’t argue – I’m the QUEEN of everything, and I even have a vase to prove it thanks to the Harbor boys! They were the most handsome, I know it, now there were other “pretty” children there, but none quite like my two (please no hate comments here – remember that opinions are like bellybuttons – we all got one hehehe). Anyway, Petya was a bit taken back by the crowd of teenagers. He is unusually shy around other teens. I think he feels overwhelmed. It will take time and it will take out youth continuing to reach out to him and try to pull him in. He needs for others to engage him, he will not reach out to try and meet people. I wouldn’t either if I had grown up in an Ukrainian orphanage, didn’t speak the language, was not accustomed to the cultural norms, was the only one of my “kind”, had never been to church, had never eaten the food, had never, well, never been a part of anything remotely like what is happening in his life. He just continues to need encouragement from the guys especially. Now the girls, well they are VERY encouraging – VERY!!! Told ya he was cute. Anyway, church went great – he sat with Papa and I got to sing in the choir, and Jon got to have a normal Sunday and all was great. That afternoon I selfishly wanted to go the reception with just my boyfriend – Jerry! I don’t know but there is something about weddings and receptions that just help me to relive ours and it is sweet and special. So my mom took the boys home after lunch and Jerry and I headed back to the church for the reception. Can I just be honest and tell you it was a MUCH needed break! I hadn’t realized how little Jerry and I had talked lately, or how little time we have spent together. The reception was wonderful just to see all the happy faces – it was just precious. I love to celebrate new beginnings. Jon and Lindsey did my favorite thing – they were barefoot! In honor of them I too went barefoot! They cut the cake and drank the punch and I just remembered our wedding. It was good for us to have that time together. Of course when we got home Jerry was just so tired from sitting and drinking punch that he had to have a nap and my lovely, calm afternoon was turned into watching wrestling matches in the living room, refereeing a chess and checkers match with both Ukraine and American rules ( I need to borrow a ref’s uniform from Mr. Truman), fixing bowls of noodles, practicing newly learned English words and trying to explain why Jon didn’t like being poked in the belly button! We decided that two Sunday services were too much for Petya – he did good, but I don’t want to push him. He loves church and I don’t want to overwhelm him. It is really difficult when you can’t understand a single thing that is going on. So we stayed home and let Petya run off some energy!
Now that leads me up to today…
I am just washing clothes for Jon to pack to go to Kid’s Kamp – he is so excited. Petya will be staying at home and Jon and Jerry will be heading out to camp. Jon has the greatest buddies in the world and he really likes being at camp with the guys. Jon has done so great. It has been hard with all the changes happening in just a few weeks. He is learning how to be a great brother and how to tell us when he has had enough. His joy is returning and he is learning that we are the parents and he can relax. Jon is a kid that likes things to run normally – he enjoys the laid back life – and our life had been anything but normal. God has been faithful to every prayer we have asked for Jon. Petya is playing a video game and now I am hearing “Jon, come here pleazzzze.” I’ve spent long enough here, the dryer has stopped and I need to engage in life and not memories at this moment. I will try to do better and post daily, or semi-daily. Gotta go, they are pillow fighting, with, oh my word – TWO BIG BEAN BAGS…

















