the happenings

Life style picture to be submitted to Ukraine with our Dossier

So many people have asked what I am doing, how do you adopt, what does it entail... 
I decided to tell you all about what my next 3 weeks will involve as I begin to submit my dossier. This is a fancy smancy word for all the paperwork, documents, interviews, history, blah blah... that is submitted to Ukraine.

I try to wake up a 4 am and get adoption stuff done, emails, appointments, filling out papers. It is the only time in this house that I am alone. It is quite and I have no one bothering me :)

It's actually happening.
Scattered across my antique desk in the upstairs hallway are 5 piles of papers. To do piles. For the last few months, I felt as though this was never going to happen, but as I sit here with these forms and my checklist it seems so reasonable. A huge paradigm shift from my feelings last week. 

So grateful for this feeling Lord, and my many piles. 

Pile #1: Today's todo list: FBI criminal report requests filled out, finger print cards (the real cool old fashion ink kind),  credit card authorization, and USPS priority mail envelope ready to be sent. When I receive the criminal report for both Adam and I, it will need to be notarized and apostilled.

Pile #2: Medical reports to be copied on kaiser letterhead and filled out in blue ink by our amazing doctor (who has already filled out 3 different forms from us in the last 6 months.) As well as a place for him to copy a license. Then it will be notarized and apostilled.

Pile #3: A salary verification form to be filled out by our human resources department, where she has to write in blue pen our net income for the last 6 months starting in July 2014, but first copy it on the district letter head. Then that will be notarized and apostilled.

Pile #4: Proof of home ownership to be filled out by any real estate agent verifying the market value of our home and our monthly payments. Also then notarized and apostilled.

And finally pile #5: Everything else :) 4 copies of Adam's and my passports, petition for a specific child (thats the most exciting form: that one has Alex and Yana's name on it. Asking Ukraine if we can have these specific kiddos, our kiddos), 11 or so other forms that we need to sign in front of a notary. 6 photos  of our everyday life to be submitted, and of course 3 copies of our completed home study. On top of that large pile is a name of a courier.  A person living in sacramento that will walk our completed notarized dossier to California's Secartary of State office to have everything apostilled and sent back to us the same day, for a fee of course.

These are a few of the life style pictures we are submitting to Ukraine

life style picture

When my piles are gone and submitted, I get my dates to travel about a month later. Hopefully my desk will be empty by late January. 
Ukraine here I come.

If you feel called to donate to bringing home Yana and Alex before the new year please do so here.

And thank you, every little bit helps.

This link is the estimated cost of adopting 1 child from Ukraine if anyone is interested. 

Is tomorrow Christmas eve?

"Mommy, how many more days until Christmas?"
"Mommy, is tomorrow Christmas Eve?"
"Mommy you said 2 more days?"

Yesterday, two little girls were hiding behind the decorated christmas tree, slowly peeling back tape on the tissue paper wrapped gifts sent from Grandma in Ohio.

"What are you doing?" I suspiciously questioned from the back yard.
No answer...crickets!
Adam walks inside the house from weeding the hill outside.
"You guys don't need to be over there, we have to wait until Christmas."

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Wait...Waiting. All this preparation, the build up, the excitement, just to WAIT!

"I'm Elliot!"

I remember being a child and wanting to unwrap every gift... oh the despair! Would Christmas ever come?

I also remember the feeling I had when I didn't wait. It was worse...

My mom was on a flight (she was a flight attendant) and my dad was at work. The babysitter preoccupied with my baby sister. I snuck into my parents room from the back yard. Quietly pulling open the rolling mirrored doors. Finding the power ranger toys in my parents closet, all 5 guys where there..I went through the clothes, the candy, there wasn't one thing I didn't uncover.
I have never told anyone this and as I sit here and write, I feel like such a stinker.

I thought it was so much fun, but then hearing something in the hall way, I shoved everything back in the closet and ran outside to pretend like I was swinging on the swings the entire time.

Christmas came that year, and there wasn't one thing in the stocking or under the tree that was special, that was new or exciting. I took away the the marvel, the wonder, the anticipation of the day. I robbed my parents of the expression on my face when I saw the gifts for the first time. I robbed myself of believing.

Things are better when you wait. When you can share the experience with people that truly love you. To be in the timing God wants, not rushed or pushed, but the right time.

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 So lately, "waiting" has been everywhere in my life. Obviously with the Christmas season, but also with the adoption process.
I am trying to wrap my head around how to wait faithfully when there are no signs of encouragement. Only the pressure to push forward from myself, and my friends chatter in my ear to go go go. The question of "when..."

We hadn't received some important papers from our agency and after emailing them 3 times this month we still had not received them.  It was heart wrenching. I asked Adam to get involved and write an email.
(I have really tried to take the reins during this adoption process, since I am only working part-time this year and Adam is in a new position. I basically come to him with stacks of paper and say sign here, and kinda let him know where we are at.) 

So we have basically been at a stand still, so Adam wrote an email asking whats going on and our agency had informed us they will get it done today and send it out, that was Monday. By Friday we still had not received it (or so I thought). This time Adam wrote another email that was not as kind as the first.
Adam is a gracious, kind, warm man, I am the brat in the relationship and it is so obvious that he wrote it because I was loosing faith and couldn't understand why we were still waiting.

 Basically not living by his grace but by my own timing.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your path."

Proverbs 3:5-6

After the email was sent, I had a feeling to check the mail again, so I did. In the long mail slot pushed to the way back of our community mail box was a key that said #2. Oh Cr**! I thought...I suck.

I opened the larger mail box and the large orange envelope was sitting there with instructions on what to do next with 5 copies of the pack of papers I needed to move on.

It's official now and all paperwork with a 720 dollar check and 180 dollar check have been sent, or should I say "rushed" to Texas.

And now I wait! We wait! Alex and Yana wait! 

But this time, I got the message God, I will FAITHFULLY wait.

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Yesterday, a guest pastor at our church said something and it made me laugh.

On Thanksgiving day, you smell the turkey cooking in the oven and you just want to pull it out and start the good eatin'...but you know what happens if you don't wait for the turkey to be done???

Salmonella. You are sick with salmonella.
I don't want a life of salmonella. If I rush and push for my timing, than that is what this process will end up being.
A long life of salmonella. Not fun.

"The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him."

Lamentations 3:25

Thank you God for knowing the path in my life, thank you God for helping me recognize how to minimize the salmonella. Teaching me to wait for you. Trusting in your perfect timing.

I am learning to marvel in His amazing wonder, to faithfully wait and love Him. Everything will fall into place.

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So no more peeking for me, but how do explain this to Lily and Elliot.

I'm not sure my 3 and 5 year old are going to have the peace of trusting in God's timing, and waiting until Christmas morning.

Merry Christmas!
Lots of Love,
Kimmy

Donate to bring Yana and Alex home here

"But for me, I will look to the Lord; I will wait for the God of my salvation; my God will hear me."

Micah 7:7

Shampoo for Christmas

"What do you want for Christmas?" 
A question every adult asks around this time of year. 

In the past, I have tried to meet every need, want, care of my girls. I am so guilty of completely over-indulging in the wonderful Christmas season. Which seemed like a good idea, except every year the day has ended with crying, tantrums, screaming, and fighting from over stimulated, extra tired, little girls not quite understanding what we are celebrating. They are/were missing the point. I was missing the point.

But not this year...
Now don't get me wrong, my girls are still getting their roller skates from Santa, but we have completely scaled back. Way. Back. 

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Reality check!
My daughters needs are met here in our warm two story home in San Diego. There is food in our fridge and avocados on our counter. There is hot and cold fresh water coming out of our faucets, jackets hanging in their closets and a mommy and daddy that love them more than life itself.

What do they need... there is never a time that we can not afford to buy them new socks or shoes. There is never a time that we can't afford dinner. I mean things get tight but there has never been a time that God hasn't provided.

He has provided my husband and I jobs. Jobs that support our growing family. And for that I am so grateful.

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"How are you? I miss you. What do you want for Christmas, Alex?"
2 days later I receive a response through Ukrainian Facebook. 
"I cold. I want shampoo." 

The same question was asked by me as a message to Yana. The response I got,
"I too miss you."
She didn't even ask for anything for Christmas. There has been so many times in her life that she has gone without, does she not even know what to ask for? Or is it she doesn't want to be disappointed if the item never comes?

They live in a world I will never know. In a world where Head and Shoulder Shampoo is a luxury. 
I spoke to Vlad, a boy adopted 7 months ago. He told me he would wear 3 pairs of pants and many shirts to keep warm during the winter. And many nights to cold to sleep.

I am sending a box, 29 lbs, filled with winter gloves, coats, Oreos, head and shoulder shampoo (Alex's favorite), almonds, peanut butter pretzels, deck of cards, floss, tooth brushes, tooth paste, deodorant, razors....everything that we take for granted. Everything that we buy in bulk at Costco, and most of it just sits in our cupboards. 

These everyday items are gifts to kids across the world, to kids that do not have a thing that is their own.  Shampoo is a luxury to them.

It makes me stop and think how truly blessed I am. 

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What do you want for Christmas you ask?

Adam and I are a little more focused this year. A paradigm shift from the previous years. 

I have swapped Elf on the Shelf with the Truth About Tinsel this advent season. 
We decided that instead of Christmas gifts, we are going to build family memories. It sounds so much more fun than just opening presents they will play with for a week and then leave in the toy chest. (This is our last Christmas as a family of four, so lets make it memorable).  

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We have been given so much this year. And have been blessed by so many people.  

 I really feel called to give back.

And during this time of year, it's so easy to give...there are so many opportunities.

Every store I go into has a bell reminding me of God's glorious grace, and the fact that I am in a position to give to others. So cool. 
Also, I love those shoe boxes, and the fact I can track them! The girls have tried guessing where our deflated soccer balls are going to go. They think Ukraine.
Oh, not to mention those Angel Trees, they get me every. time. Seeing a sweet kiddos name hanging on a Douglas Fir, I have to take it off and see what they want. I loved having the girls pick out things for an 8 year old boy who likes action figures and Lego's and wears a size 7/8. 

"The LORD sends poverty and Wealth; he humbles and he exalts."

1 Samuel 2:7

Now, I would love to say the girls have totally changed this Christmas season, but that is sooooo not true.

The girls still do not understand that receiving does not need to be in excess. 
"I want. I want. I want." is a phrase that is oh so popular in their 3 and 5 year old vernacular. 
I pray that they learn to be satisfied with all they have, and not feel the need to always want more. 
It's crazy, walking through stores with them is like a scene from Finding Nemo. "Mine. Mine. Mine."

Someday they will get it. I hope.

Adoption Update...so we didn't make the December 10th deadline. Frustrating, I know, but everyone who says adoptions take forever...they are very right.

We are currently doing a Adorn for Adoption jewelry fundraiser. A fellow mommy, who has adopted from the same orphanage has graciously offered to sell Chloe+Isabel Jewelry on our behalf. All proceeds go to bringing Yana and Alex home. Please check it out, all purchase made through this link will fund our adoption. This fundraiser ends Monday December 8. Order now and get it in time for Christmas. Jewelry Fundraiser. 

And as always if you feel called to help, donate here.

Lots of love,
Kimmy

A Free Garage Sale?

One of my favorite passage in the bible is Philippians chapter 2, especially the first part where we are told to imitate Christ's humility.

"Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind.  Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others."

Philippians 2:1-4

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On Saturday, we had another fundraiser, with all the proceeds going to bring Yana and Alex home. 

Garage sale #2

My neighborhood only allows one garage sale a year, so a friend of mine offered to have it at her house. After the last sale, I was ready to donate everything but was convinced by friends that we needed to do another one. 

I half-heartedly agreed to the fiasco, kicking and screaming, saying it's too much work. 

Only 1 of 3 loads of donations being brought to my friend house.

Basically, only thinking of myself, being selfish, rather than thinking of the reason why we are having these fundraisers. Adopting two children, my children. 

My friends, whom I have known for years and years, because of my gracious attitude told me I wasn't allowed to help.

I wasn't allowed to be in control (which I love to be)...

I wasn't allowed to organize...

I wasn't allowed to worry.... 

I wasn't allowed to show up until the day of the event. 

Good friends, the ones that were looking out for me, and the ones I can't be insulted by because they are really doing whats best for me. I consider myself lucky because through this journey, I have been able to count on SO many people like this. 

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Waking at a crisp 4:30 am, I was up and ready 2 hours before I was allowed to come...Swingin' by a Starbucks as a thank you to everyone, I showed up at 5:45 (Starbucks doesn't open until 5:30 on Saturday). Only to be told I wasn't suppose to be there for another half hour, "but i just couldn't wait!!!"

I walked into the event feeling so humbled by all the items donated and all the work put into it. 

I felt like sharing that blessing...

Isn't that what we are suppose to do, bless others as we have been blessed. Knowing that this would probably be the last garage sale and already having donation centers set up to donate the leftovers (A women's shelter and Goodwill) we could give to everyone. 

 Lord,  let everyone who needs these items feel called to come, 

let them be blessed by the event. Let them have their needs met today.

We decided to give it to God! Let him to do his work in people. 

We made it an outreach rather than just another garage sale.

Around 9:45, we decide everything was going to be free. We decide to just ask for donations to the cause, whatever they wanted to give for the items they were taking, whatever God called them to give. People received boxes of new clothes, a bike, decor, shoes...for what ever they felt called to give.

It was an amazing outreach, telling people the story of Yana and Alex and sharing the statistics of orphans in Ukraine that have aged out of the system. I much prefer this conversation, rather than giving people prices and bartering.  It became about Jesus, and his love.

We were able love on and meet so many people that may have only been strangers to us if we had given prices. We heard their stories and their experiences. The things they needed. 

A women came around 11am, she was wearing a white tank top and a pair jeans held on by a rubber band around the button.Three inches of her pregnant belly lay bare in between her bottoms and top. She must be around 8 months pregnant.

Her large belly made it troublesome to sort through the enormous pile of women's clothing lying on two tarps. So, I began to pull out pieces, I thought might fit her.  
She was given 4 pairs of maternity jeans and 3 maternity tops, with a few other baby items. Nothing extravagant, only baby necessities. 

Her worried eyes glanced at the pile we began to make for her. As she started to put things back, we told her with our arms and my spanish accents "no, no.."
She only smiled in astonishment when I explained in broken spanish the items were  "solo donación," only donations. She graciously picked up the items and began to open her wallet. Maybe she didn't understand, I thought... but she did, she gave us all she had, 3 dollars and 16 cents. 
As her thin arms cling to the clothing, and she slowly walked off the driveway and down the hill, I thought of the widow's offering and how she gave all she had to the temple, and there I thanked the Lord.

Thank you God for sending her today. 

I prayed that we blessed those who needed the things at the sale. I prayed that we planted seeds and informed those who wanted to hear of the love of God and what He is doing in our lives.

"for it is God who works in you to will and to act in order to fulfill his good purpose." 

Phillipians 2:13

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I obviously fall so short of being the person in the bible passage I love. But, on Saturday, I was able to live for the Lord more than my common day to day life. Through all the donations, all the blessings, I could bless others and share the love of Christ. I could live out my favorite passage. 

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Confession time:

I have been garage shopping too, so if I am wearing your boots or shirt or sweater next time you see me...I promise I traded an item from my closet for every item I took. And thank you. :)

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Adoption update: 

We are half way funded in a short 2 months! (AMAZING!) 

Homestudy is complete and has been sent to USCIS, only recently. 

We are hoping to submit our paperwork to Ukraine by December 10, if we can’t :( we will have wait until the end of January, as Ukraine does not accept anymore applications until then. This will put the adoption time line back almost 7 weeks. 

Please join me in prayer that everything is submitted prior to the 10th of December, and is approved. That God will rush everything, we will have our children home before Spring. 

Lily, Yana and Elliot, being a family (I do not know what's on Yana head) :)

If you feel called to help, please donate here. 

grateful and guilty

There have been many events in my life that have changed me to who I am today. 

 In June my husband, two young daughters and I opened our home to 2 Ukrainian orphans for 8 weeks through a hosting program, http://www.heartforhosting.org. Going into the experience, I was hopeful that we would be able to give them food to eat, dental visits, vision care and a warm bed to sleep in. What I didn’t realize was that our family was going to fall deeply in love with this 12 year old girl and 16 year old boy. 

These two children came off a 23 hour flight to a country where we do not speak their language with only the clothes on their back and nothing more. We had a community of people donate 4 trash bags of hand-me-down clothes for each child. When they walked into our home, the children were quite but when opening the closets in their OWN rooms, Alex (16) gasped as if saying, “these belong to me!” 

The children were in awe of what they had received in a short days time. 

Stepping foot on American soil, they quickly have a home, a room, clothes that are theirs, a refrigerator with food, but mostly parents and a family that loves them unconditionally. One that will not hit them, abandon them. They became a son and daughter.

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Last night was our Casino night, a fundraiser that has taken away many restful nights for the past 3 weeks. Writing letters, soliciting myself, my family, our story, in hopes to raise money that will help bring two kids home forever. 

Seventy nine people came to the event, dressed up in Halloween costumes from a gum ball machine, mad hatter and queen of hearts, to appearances from the D.C. Comics super hero's. A beautiful night spent with people who have met Alex and Yana, who have only read about them and others who had no idea why they were there but heard there was booze, and an amazing bartender (and assistant).

Nineteen donated items were raffled, including a mini IPad, a dream dinners party,  Boo Hoo Crew Basket filled with CD's and a set of family T-shirts, an Arbonne basket, as well as seventeen silent auction items including Karate and Dance lessons for a month, 31 bags, photography package by Stacy Winters  and a week at a 3 bedroom condo in Grand Cayman. Incredible gifts, just given to us, to them.

Just one of 3 tables of silent auction items

During the planning of the event, I have had people in and out of my house. Alex and Yana’s rooms taken over by baskets, raffia, ribbon, and scissors, which are still all over the floor. (The last basket wrapped at 4:40pm yesterday afternoon and set up on the table at the 11th hour.) 

We were all working down to the wire.

 My friends, coming over to my house while I was at work Thursday and Friday to an empty house to print out labels and silent auction sheets, drink tickets...  Others coming over after 8 at night to until about midnight on multiple nights, after their three kids went to sleep. All to wrap baskets in a dark room with no lamp with me. Other friends calling and saying I have this to donate, or would you like this, it took over 12 hours to set everything up, but last night over 13 people helped clean up and we were all out there in an hour...So many hands made the night perfect. My friends have given their time this week and I cannot even explain the amount of love and appreciation.

I went home last night, exhausted. As I told the Lord thank you and reflected on my many many blessing, tears stream down my face. For me? I do not deserve the amount of love I am given. I do not deserve these blessing, these friends. How come I have all this?

Sometimes I feel so guilty. 

“But remember the Lord your God, for it is he who gives you the ability..” 

Deuteronomy 8:18

It is shocking, like a closet full of clothes to a orphan that has nothing. So much love can be humbling and overwhelming. I gasp, to catch my breath and to take a moment. I give it to God, all my guilt, my worries, my weaknesses, my shock, my praise. 

This is all for You, this is all for Your glory.  

“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, But to your name give glory Because of Your lovingkindness, because of Your truth.”  

Psalm 115:1

There are no words that will explain, the only thing I have is.... I love you guys and thank you!

______________________________________________________My guilt fades away, and a growth mindset flows through me.

 Alex and Yana are coming home as a son and daughter, to a place that barely knows them but will love them.  

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” 

Jeremiah 29:11

My beautiful mother

To whom it may concern

A letter to a friend.

To whom it may concern,

  I know that your fear and anxiety over our choice to adopt is out of love for us. I know that you are afraid that we may never see you anymore because we will be growing from a busy family of 4 to a chaotic broken-English-speaking family of 6. I know our bills will go up, and I know that our opportunities to see you may be less.   
We have never talked to you about the reasons why we are adopting Yana and Alex, just defended your reasons why not to adopt.  

Do you want to know why?

Why are we spending free time tying pairs of shoes together and sorting through other peoples garage sale donations? Why we are going into local businesses collecting trinkets and gift certificates for silent auction items? Why we are working so hard to bring these kids, that we've only knew for a short 2 months, back to America? 
Well, it's because..
 there is so much evil in this world, so much bad. If we do not adopt these kiddos their  futures are very bleak. Statistics reveal, 10-15% of orphans after "aging out" of their orphanage around age 15-17, commit suicide before the age of 18. 60% of girls, YOUNG GIRLS, are lured into prostitution (human trafficking), and finally 70% of boys become criminals. No one deserves this type of life.   
I know Alex and Yana.  They are not ready to be adults, they are not ready to be on their own, to "age-out"of the system. They are not ready to live the life that I know God has chosen them to live. They have so much potential and strength, but, the world is stacked up against them. They will be a statistic if not adopted. Period. 

I understand the effects it will have on my family. I understand that it terrifies you to have me across the earth to "save" two children, and not be with Lily and Elliot. Please find comfort in the fact that it is only for a short time and I am not alone in this. 

"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; 

do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God

 will be with you where you go."

Joshua 1:9

If there is any hope for a good life for them, it is for them to be adopted. For Alex to pursue his God given gift, for Yana to know that she is  absolutely beautiful, and strong and does not need anyone or anything besides God. There is hope for their life through adoption.

Mural Alex hand drew and painted on Lily's friend wall!

 For all orphans, no, children everywhere to have a loving family to support them, care for them, pray for them, be with them. 

I pray that you support this choice. I pray that you understand that this is God's plan in our lives. We are all called as people to love one another. 

That means giving of ourselves, our-whole-self. There is nothing in this world that I take when I die. So while I am here, I plan on teaching my family to truly LOVE, and give of themselves, their-whole-entire-selves and live like we should.  I will fall short of being this parent and it is easy to say this and hard to do, but.."Nothing is impossible with God."


I love you and I hope you now understand. 



Kimmy 









Y&A update: Alex is back from camp, and broke his ankle playing soccer, or walking not sure but I know it was tripping on a rock. Yana is now at the "medical" camp, that Alex was at. 
Prayers please.

Lemonade stand

You know the saying...

 When life gives you lemons

Build a sweet lemonade stand!

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 Last week with all the "trials" that we had...I was thinking over and over in my head, make lemonade, just make lemonade. God has totally got this and I need to just make the best out it. I need to make lemonade out of these lemons. 

So when I went to AAA to get my registration sticker, Elliot and I had a Starbucks date before-hand. We also looked at all the fun Disneyland stuff at AAA. It basically could have been Disneyland for all she knew. Making lemonade. 

When going to the court to pay my fine, the 2 girls and I walked to the library (which is next door) and read 4 books on the carpet together then checked out 2 books EACH. Making lemonade.

When the Lowes workers took down the fence, I had them leave 3 panels. Not sure what I was going to do with them. But maybe make another garden bed or stairs in our hillside for easy accessibility...
oh my mind was churning. 
Trying to make lemonade...

"Oh my goodness Adam, let's make a lemonade stand with the fence wood and have the girls sell snacks and lemonade at the garage sale."

Donations only of course (they can't count change).

Now my thinking was we would build one of those stand up ones that I could probably make, but Adam had something a little more in depth. 
Making lemonade.

I drew him a sketch of what I was thinking, a little design. The picture above proves that he had something a little more sophisticated in mind.  

He is so good. God really blessed me with that guy.

This was a whole family project! My job was to sand and paint,  alongside two naked little girls. While Adam cut measured, screwed holes, and measured again and then cut again. Family time, making lemonade.

Every part of the stand (except the wheels) was from our backyard or Garage. The fence wood, the screws, and the "oops" paint in the garage all went towards Adam's masterpiece. Making lemonade. 

("Oops" paint is the mess up paint from any home improvement store.
I always buy it when I see a color I think I could use someday.)

Virtually a free lemonade stand, 

to make lemonade!

It is 5:30 in the morning and today is our huge garage sale. The girls have never been so excited. They have a part in bringing Yana and Alex home. 

Elliot was pretending to type on the computer last night before bed, I asked her what she was doing?

"I bringing Yana and Alex home," 

she proceeded to type then she stopped again 

"they be home next week."

I ran up and gave her a huge hug and kiss.

I love that kid.

"I wish, baby girl." 

If you are local stop by the Emerald Heights garage sale, its our annual neighborhood garage sale at it is from 8-12 today.  Thank you to everyone who has donated to this event. We have filled up our yard and our next door neighbors. Such a blessing!

Come buy some lemonade.

     

 

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