The Cat's out of the Bag

Well, my growing midriff is no longer a secret - impossible to keep it one, actually. Pulling out the maternity clothes was probably a big give-away but I just couldn't keep that big bulge from overflowing up and over the top of my not-prego-just-fat pants. We had Betsy call Muffy. She informed Muff that "we knew Mommy was pregnant because she was fat but now she's fatter." Thanks Boo. I'll use that one on you when you have your first....naaahhhh.

John Michael got to tell Grammy. I'm not sure how that went because he walked away with the phone just as he was about to share the big news. People are taking it a bit better than I expected although I suppose most are keeping the negative comments in the arena of idle gossip to be shared with others. I can hear the loudly whispered questions now "Don't they know how that happens?" "When is enough going to be enough?" "Are they trying to break some kind of a record?" "Six more and they can catch up with the Duggars!" Whatever.

And, for the record, yes - we do know how that happens and we're quite good at it. God knew what He was doing when He invented that one. We'd be happy to explain it to anyone who hasn't managed to figure it out...

Thanks to those of you have offered sincere congratulations. It means a lot to us to know you join us in valuing this little life just as much as the other 10. I got the best response yet today when I informed a good friend of mine on the phone. First a bit of a silence and then giggling and giggling and chuckling. She was there when we were diagnosed infertile and she was there for every one of our last 5 pregnancies. She was chuckling at the goodness of God who likes to confound the experts and do things a way all His own. As I've said all along, He got us into this mess, He'll get us out. He hasn't failed us yet.

Hay! For Miriam!

For Miriam's birthday, she invited some girlfriends to the barn for a riding lesson and cake. She brought Gracie, Wendy and Hannah as well as her two sisters along to experience "her world". We all traveled together in the big red dog to the farm where the girls met their mounts - Chunky Monkey and Nina and then proceeded to groom and tack them. Robyn took them into the new indoor ring where they each got several turns at riding and sidewalking. I thought the girls did a fantastic job. Even though they'd each only had a handful of experiences with horses they handled themselves well and, for the most part, were able to eventually ride solo. Miriam rode once and then was perfectly content to sit back and watch her friends enjoy themselves. She was so tickled to see them having such a nice time with her friends.

The lesson over, the girls put away their tack, did a little more grooming, turned the horses out and we all sat at the picnic table where we sang happy birthday and enjoyed cake, ice cream and presents. It was a bit nippy outside so that part didn't last too terribly long but I really think all of the girls had a wonderful time and Miriam was thrilled to have the opportunity to provide them with the fun!

I will be adding pictures later but, unfortunately, I forgot my camera and all of our pictures are stuck on Aunt Robyn's digital card.

An Extreme End to an Extreme Week

Well, I suppose I need to finish chronicling our involvement with the Extreme Home Makeover experience at Freedom Hills. Unfortunately, I don't have any more pictures to add since I was more focused on being in the right place and letting the kids enjoy themselves than snapping shots of stars.

We decided we wanted to see Renee's reaction (and I was hoping to be close to Robyn) during the unveiling of the house and so we traveled up to the farm right after church and took up our places in the VIP spectator section. Unfortunately, by the time we got there the only thing we could see were the rear ends of the contractors surrounding the limo. While most people were yelling "Move That Bus!" we were chanting "Move Those Butts!" We completely missed the moment and Robyn herself was enough of a VIP that I wasn't really able to get near to her either.

Having had a disappointing time of it so far, we wandered down to the new playground area that was built in front of the barn. The kids mingled with basically the same crowd with whom we'd been thrown together on Tuesday, ate chocolate chip cookies, drank water and waited. There was a lot of waiting going on. I think there were about 2 hours scheduled for the family to be filmed touring their new house and then they were scheduled to tour the barn and then on to the new riding ring. The plan was that when they opened the doors to the riding ring the culminating surprise would be for Renee et al to see the faces of all their dear ones standing there welcoming them home. This was a great idea for the first hour or so....

Once the house tour was coming to a close, we were shooed into the ring where we waited in as much silence as one can muster with about 100 people in an enclosed space, many of whom are children with disabilities, while they filmed the unveiling of the barn. We did get a brief look-see as we had to go through the barn to get to the ring and it is simply gorgeous! (Although some of the horses were very *not* happy with the changes!). The design team showed up about 20 minutes before Renee, Ellie and Alex and did their best to disrupt the hard-won semi-silence we'd managed to maintain. They remembered many of the kids and had a great time cutting up with each other. I think Miriam now considers Ed to be here personal friend and for all I know her arms were still entwined around his middle when the cameras started to roll. Suddenly the team was ordered to arrange themselves in front of the crowd and the doors were opened. Renee seemed really pleased with the ring, although she and the kids looked really tired to me - not surprising considering their marathon day. They filmed that take from several angles. Miah and Nate were starting to get antsy so we took them outside for the remainder of the filming. Unfortunately, the filming was over and Renee finally had a chance to mingle with folks but we didn't realize it so I missed my chance to get with her and hear her reaction. Alex did seem excited about his room. I was really hoping for something way cool for him.

So that's about it. Look for our family in bits and pieces when the show airs which is rumored to be sometime in January. Oh yeah, just for the record I want to say that "our" dog will also be on the show. On Monday they filmed a segment involving the trailering of horses. Since Ed refused to be anywhere near the animals, he called for a dog who he then went through the motions of trailering to "show" the rest of the team how it's done. He ended up carrying Strider down the hill and into the trailer. Strider was named by our children, claimed by our children and beaten and abused by Pooka during his short stay with us after we returned home following the fire and tried to resume a two-dog household. He's been living as Robyn's husband's Harry's dog ever since we had to return him to the farm when it was obvious Pook was not able to share her roost.

Week 7?

I looked at my wheel and by my best figuring I'll be due 'round about the beginning of June which is good because we don't have any June birthdays yet. Of course, if little one shows up early than Joel will have to share his birthday month for the first time since he left home and left behind the chain that bound him to his brother's birthday (he's still a bit bitter about sharing a life time of birthdays with his brother, his younger by a year and a day).

So far I've told our family counselor, my spiritual mentor (hey, I had to justify my whacky behavior over the past few weeks so they would stop thinking I'd gone off the deep end), my chiropractor (who needed to know in order to decide on treatment) my large families egroup (they get it), Pauline (Noah's grandmother who needs to be the one to tell Bethany that she's ok with us adopting in the middle of a pregnancy) and Robyn because, well, I just felt like I wanted to give her a fun little secret of her own to hold onto while she's sitting back and watching her sister be blessed to high heavens at the farm. That's it. Oh yeah, there was a faux pax the other evening when I went out with my special needs support group. Fortunately, there was only one other lady there but she did catch my mistake. I had ordered a chocolatey/coffee sort of drink which had alcohol and then realized that I needed to unorder it while mumbling something about, "I just realized I shouldn't be drinking alcohol right now."

Meanwhile, my body is in serious rebellion against this plan to hold off the revelation of our new little one until Thanksgiving. It always seems by the time I am this far along (6 or 7 weeks) I am already pooching out like most women entering their second trimesters. I wore my favorite long, flowy skirt on Thursday but got lots of stares at my growing tummy (yes, I noticed that you noticed). Nobody has been bold enough to ask yet but it's coming....

So far I just seem to need lots of chocolate but no real *cravings* yet. I am repulsed to the point of retching by the Sunday afternoon bunny noodle pot - a sure sign of pregnancy. This time I'm going to try to do my Bradley excercises throughout the pregnancy and have another drug-free delivery.


Oh yeah, I did another test yesterday (gotta love the Dollar Store) and it was even more positive than the last so my hormone levels must be rising - a good sign.

An Extreme Day

We had a blast today. The barn where we do therapeutic riding is getting a makeover of the extreme kind. On Sunday morning the crew of ABC's Extreme Makeover: Home Edition showed up at Renee Luther's home and booted her and her two kids to Italy so they could build her a new home and stable and indoor riding ring. The storyline for the episode will be the good that Freedom Hills does through hippo therapy for the disabled (otherly abled) community. Being part of the therapeutic riding program for the past 6 or 7 years we were invited to come meet the design team and interact with them while staging a riding lesson. There were lots of Freedom Hills families there trying to infuse a knowledge of the world of disabilities and hippo therapy into a team of 5 people over the course of 4 hours. This was the "design team gets to know the Luther's world" sort of day.

Yep, the whole design team was there and we met them all. We took part in Ty Pennington's little hand-cam "say hello to the family" shtick for which our kids were front and center with the team so we will at least be on the episode for that brief segment guaranteed. At one point they miked up JT, put him on a horse and gave him a generalized "script" to use while being side-walked by Paige. Ben got pulled aside to do a little scripted bit with Eduardo and the highlight of our day was watching the kids tussle with Rib Hillis, a new member of the EMHE team but a super guy. I think he just missed his 4 yo twins and got a real kick out of Noah and Nehemiah in particular. He spent quite a bit of time just pal-ing around with the little ones on camera and off.

We were asked not to take photos of the actors without their permission and, not being the pandering type, I really didn't want to ask but Rib finally knelt down in the middle of the kids and asked if we'd like a photo which we couldn't turn down. Unfortunately, at the time JT was herding JM to the bathroom, Betsy was riding a horse and Noah had collapsed in a screaming heap on the ground next to us. We took the picture and Rib plopped himself on the grass next to Noah and matched his tantrum scream for scream. I think Noah was too pooped to enjoy his little personal performance piece though. Shhh...I did take an unauthorized picture of Ty just for the kids' sake which I won't post here. He was fun to watch but he was all business whereas the rest of the design team didn't have quite as much responsibility to get specific things filmed and so were able to pal around with folks a bit more. Philip ended up in front of Ed Sanders during the filming of the "hi Renee" shots and enjoyed bantering with him while Noah rubbed Ed's head stubble from the top of Rib's shoulders.

We have Renee's sister Robyn to thank for all the fun. She's the riding instructor who *didn't* get the cool makeover and instead has become the right-hand woman to the ABC producers. She gets the opportunity to go sleepless for days on end, run errands for the three producers ( all named Matt) and direct people to their various stations throughout the property. We learned that her name carries a lot of sway with the security folks - all we had to do was say ,"We're with Robyn" and we pretty much got carte blanche to do what we pleased. Of course we didn't abuse the privilege and tried our best to stay out of the way but we did get front row seats to the action on the construction site. If she had to stay home and babysit the farm, she's determined that her friends would have a good time. In a way, I think being on site may be more fun than an Italian Disney vacation. Lots of great-natured people are out there working to make life a little easier for the likes of our family and the other families who are enduring much more disabling conditions than us. So I just want to say from our family THANKS ROBYN! You are loved, too, by all.

At one point one of the producers came and introduced himself and met our family. We told him about the house fire and about how the show gave our kids some hope of returning to a restored house eventually when we could see the stories about other people. He brightened up and said, "Hey, with your family you would have made a great story for Extreme Makeover!" I told him we'd put in our tape and he gave me a sheepish little, "Oh". It was just a funny little moment.

To top off my extreme day I met with my special needs homeschooling support group with a mom who is a Sears employee. So after I shared about our day, she gave me the details of the shopping frenzy which had occurred early Monday morning. She described an amazing feat in logistics with a very generous budget. Although she didn't get to meet any of the design team since they worked with a couple of the producers instead.

We're going to attempt to watch some more construction on Friday and be there for the Luther family return on Sunday so our extreme day is going to be more like an extreme week. I'm thrilled the kids have this experience - they will truly remember this for a life-time!

A New Creation...

Well, I've been an emotional mess as of late to the point of eliciting comments and serious counsel from both the kids' counselor and my own spiritual mentor. It seems as though life has suddenly gotten really hard and I can't keep a perspective on my emotions. I've been blaming it on my whack-o cycle which is going on about 40 or 50 days now. I've been feeling increasingly physically uncomfortable - bloated, a wee bit crampy but no onset of my cycle and so no release. I pulled out a pregnancy test just to see...Joel and I had been discussing the possibility in an off-hand way but we discuss that every time I get to this point in my crazy cycle plus I just did a test (very negative) about 3 or 4 days ago. So...I was just chatting with him while I took the test, put the test down, brushed my teeth, picked it up to see...a faintly developing pink line in the test area. I walked into the bedroom, casually continuing our conversation, and said, "So do you really think I'm pregnant?" To which he replied, "No, probably not." "Well, see for yourself" and I tossed the test across the bed to him. Honestly, at that point that little pink line was still just beginning to show up so I wasn't positive myself but he picked it up, looked at it, blinked a couple of times and said something to the effect of, "Hmmm...that looks like a yes."



We're thrilled...which is probably a surprise to many people and which is why we immediately vowed not to tell anyone until...I don't know....Thanksgiving. For one night it was our own delicious little secret. Of course, there are some people who *have* to be told for one reason or another. Adora was the first to know this morning. Since she'll be the one taking up my slack we thought it only fair that she be in on it - also since she is able to interpret our veiled comments to one another spoken above the level of the kids' understanding. Turns out, she's been having dreams of me being pregnant. She's sure it's a girl...

First Holy Communion

John Michael has joined the ranks of the communed. We are so proud of him as he has spent the past year or so really watching and listening at mass. For a couple of months now he's gone up to the railing looking expectantly and sometimes even holding out his little hands as the priest passes by but until this morning he was rewarded only with a blessing.

Today he joined several of his friends at the altar. He was beside himself with joy - in fact, so much so, that it almost appeared as if all his months of learning the prayers and watching the priests and trying to grasp the whole idea of eucharist (which one of us even can do that as adults?!) had been a figment of my imagination. But once he reached the railing he was able to really focus on the elements. It is so exciting to think of another of our children receiving Christ in this way.

John joined his good buddies Stephen, Emma, Katie, Olivia and Danielle at the altar for eucharist. Stephen's reaction was priceless as he tasted the wine for the first time and his face let us know just how that tasted to his tongue! The morning was a double blessing as we also baptized the newest little member of our parish - Matthew.

Way to go, JM! May you continue to grow in faith and love of Jesus Christ.

And Now there are TEN

Rumor has it the cute little guy we've been seen with lately will be the newest member of our family. For once the rumor mill is right. Noah became a permanent fixture in our home about a month ago and we are now entering the adoption paperwork scene to make him ours for good. His name is Noah and he'll be turning two this month - right smack in between David and Nathan, he's a year younger than David and 9 months older than Nathan. Already he has a long history and so we're hoping to be the place where he can settle down and have a forever family. I'd like to put a picture of his cute little mug on here but I'm not sure that's a good idea yet for his safety. He does have an older brother who may also become part of our family but for now, he's still with their grandmother. Interestingly, this is our first private and open adoption as we have contact with Noah's grandmother and she will be keeping her grandmotherly title and all subsequent privileges for the years to come.

Ch..Ch...Ch...Changes

Fr. Joel has a new job title at church now. He has exchanged Associate Pastor for Priest-In-Residence. We're very excited about this new change because it is a recognition of his priestly mission as something different from the other priests at our church. We've long suspected this but were only recently able to put a finger on the differences.

As God grows the vision of our family we know that He has something planned in all this with the family as the center of our ministry. The seeds of a family performance have been growing in our minds and we've been very focused on the idea of couple to couple ministry as well. Our hearts have been intertwined together like kids newly in love. We hate the idea of being separated in our days and we work more and more as a well-oiled team. It has seemed unnatural as of late when Joel has been called away for church business when there is so much of his heart in the family business.

So what is a priest to do? Deny his priestly call? No...we are certain of his call to the ordained priesthood and we are just as certain that his priestly gifts do not lie in the rectorship of a parish at this point. Even providing counsel to the rector has been frustrating as his vision and heart just aren't in the running of a parish. So the answer for now is to cut him loose from those responsibilities. He is no longer a member of the rector's council, no longer expected to be at every event, no longer on the altar for every mass. Rather than Associate Pastor, he is Priest In Residence - a priest who happens to take up residence at the Church of Reconciliation. Instead of being at the rector's right hand, he is now free to be standing with his family through everything God calls us to do. It feels like a big change, a good change, an exciting change...I am so proud of my husband and so pleased that we have the freedom to stand side by side and do what we do best - parent this crazy family together and serve as witnesses to the glory of God's kingdom in the process.

Chronic Three-itis

David has it bad. I diagnosed him myself but I'm pretty sure it's the correct diagnosis.

The symptoms of three-itis are:

• Loss of interest in obedience accompanied by irregular eye motions


• elongation of all vowel sounds when speaking


• evading eye contact, particularly when being addressed by parents


• radical mood swings


• inability to give consistent answers to questions (frequent changing of the mind)

The onset of symptoms usually happens on or around a child's third birthday.

Treatment includes time out, loss of priveleges and duct tape therapy although all treatement methods only have about a 30% success rate.

The prognosis is good, most symptoms clearing up within about a year of onset.

I think we'll throw David a party for his fourth birthday.....

Cross Country

This year we had five runners in the first cross country race. I was so proud of every one of them. They each made and met their individual goals. Ben has been getting his dad up at 6:30 every morning for the past few months to train for the race. His goal was to get in the top ten for this first race of three. Philip promised me he would persevere in running the whole race and not stop or walk. Betsy and John Michael were attempting the run for the first time and just wanted to get to the finish line. JT was just going out to see how hard and fast he could run. He's great at the short sprints up and down the soccer field (in fact his soccer coach and his son were at the race as well) but he has struggled in the past to get the pacing of a longer distance run without wearing himself down.

John Michael ran in the first race which was a 1/4 mile for the 5 and unders. He made it all the way. I got some great video of some other kid in a red shirt for the first 100 yards....sigh...He was so pleased with himself and added another notch to his developing sense of himself as one of the "big boys".

Betsy, having just turned 6 a few weeks ago, had to run the 1/2 mile. It was a long way for her but she persevered and was able to finish 54th out of 87 6 and 7 year old runners. We thought that was a fantastic job for her first time out.

Ben ran next and we were all pumped up for him. He has worked so hard these past months and we all wanted to see him finish well. He ran well, paced himself well and came in 4th place overall. The first place winner was a girl with a gift for running and, since the girls and boys are ranked separately, Ben received a 3rd place bronze medal. We couldn't have been more thrilled and he really enjoyed himself.

JT and Philip also ran the 1/2 mile but they ran with the 10/11 year olds. JT came in 15th with a time just tenths of a second behind Ben's time which pleased him. He was well ahead of the rest of the pack and just a couple of places behind his good friend Patrick. Philip ran the whole way, didn't stop or walk and made it to the end with 4 runners behind him. This was an accomplishment no smaller than any of the others for him and we were really proud to see him run up to the finish line.

There are two more races to go in this series. I'll keep you posted.

Princess Tea Party

Betsy turned 6 on the 20th of October and, that being an even age, got to have a party. We decided on a Princess Tea Party at our house. Her preparations began about a month ago when she found a recipe for tea cookies in a magazine at Ruth's therapy. She politely asked the receptionist to photocopy it for her and the ideas have been flying ever since. On the day of the party we kicked out Daddy and all the boys who spent the afternoon running errands and enjoying THAT place (Chuck E. Cheese - ewwww).

When the girls arrived (they had been instructed to wear whatever makes them feel like a princess) we greeted them with bubbles and a bottle of nail polish. I painted nails while they ran around playing Princess Tag. We had a princess wand which was presented to the Princess. If a player was touched with the wand she had to freeze until a playmate tagged her free (a royal twist to an old favorite). I then brought out Cinderella's one glass slipper and instructed the girls that the other slipping was missing and they must hunt for it. After a brief romp about the yard Miriam was able to locate the missing footwear and earned herself a darling little pair of plastic heels.

From there we went inside where the girls gathered around a table and each made a necklace and a bracelet with beads of various pinkish hues.

Then it was time for the actual tea. Betsy and I had set the table with our prettiest table cloth and cloth napkins and each guest had a keepsake tea cup and one of our carefully made tea cookies. Instead of actual tea we had pitchers of pear juice and lemonade. The girls practiced passing cookies politely and using words like "Dawling" and "Maaavelous". Then Betsy opened up a pretty white box on the table which contained conversation starters. As the hostess of the party, she was responsible for keeping the conversation lively. She read off such things as "Oh dawling, how *is* your mother?" and "Isn't that Patrick just simply divine?"

I made a heart-shaped ice cream cake with pink whipped cream icing which didn't look nearly as pretty as the rest of the faire at the table but Betsy was thrilled with it. We sang Happy Birthday, ate cake, opened presents and sent our guests home bearing new little beaded purses and their little teacups and saucers. As a bonus, Kaitlyn and Abby stuck around for some time after the party and the girls got some play time with their favorite girly cousins. The whole affair was simply maaavelous!

Bladder Adjustment

Ok, this may go under the Too Much Information classification but I am just fascinated with this idea. It all started way long ago in elem school when I was told I had a mild case of scoliosis. I was carted to a couple of doctors who did absolutely nothing for me except to tell me to do abdominal exercises to strengthen my abs so I could use them to straighten out my posture. I have done those exercises faithfully on and off for years but each time I did them for a long period of time I would end up with improved posture and chronic *lower* back pain.

So....fast forward to last January. I went to the chiropractor to find out if *he* could help me with my posture by somehow manipulating all those little vertebrae and making them stand up to attention. Guess what he told me? Go strengthen your abs and come back to me. Hmmmm...

So I joined Curves, faithfully went my 3 days a week and guess what happened... improved posture, chronic lower back pain. After about 6 months of that and reaching the point to where the back pain was becoming unbearable, I returned to the chiropractor. He told me he suspects that due to a congenital deformity my spine is actually too curved at the bottom so when I stand up straight my vertebrae are rubbing together unnaturally, thus the back pain. He does think he can help me but that's sort of another story....

Now, when I went to him this morning I was in pain but I told him I am always in pain in the morning and it seems to be related to my bladder. During my labor with Nathan I managed to hold in quite a bit throughout the whole labor rather than emptying my bladder regularly and that made for what seemed like a bladder injury when I started to push. Ever since then, my bladder has ached throughout the night unless I get up regularly to empty it and, somehow, just makes that back pain worse.

So guess what he did?! Adjusted my bladder! He just reached right there and gave it a few good twists...how weird is that? But the weirder part is, so far it's worked! No bladder pain all day! Now for those of you familiar chiropractics you might not find this so surprising but I am just tickled pink with the idea....Who knew all these years all I really needed was a Bladder Adjustment and I thought it was my Attitude that needed adjusting!

Mr. Egghead

We came back from vacation and harvested what remained in the garden. That included a shirt-tail full of peppers and plum tomatoes, 3 weenie watermelons the size of golf balls and one the size of a softball and this eggplant, the only survivor of 3 eggplant plants: We were delighted to see that God had given him a pointy little nose and he quickly became part of the family. Here he is posing for his family portraits. There has been some discussion of making him the star of an animated short set on our kitchen counter (don't tell the VeggieTales folks). My dear husband suggested I try to sell him on e-bay and be sure to link my blog so I, too, can get thousands of adoring fans reading my witty and yet insightful remarks. I think we'll just cook him for dinner tomorrow night with our pork roast....

Vacation '07!

We had a lovely time on our vacation. This year we decided to do something for the girls and traveled to the Outer Banks via Chincoteague to get a glimpse at some ponies. Fr. Joel was determined to pack 13 bodies and all our stuff into one vehicle without a trailer on the back. So we stuffed all we could onto and under seats and then crammed 2 rooftop carriers full and added a shelf to the trailer hitch on the back for coolers and a large container of ocean-faring paraphernalia. I was impressed. We even managed to pull out (relatively) as scheduled on Thursday evening.

It was a bit of a trick getting a place to stay in Chincoteague. We finally settled on a motel where we reserved a 2 bedroom efficiency and a 2 bedroom cottage which worked well with a bit of creative arranging of sleeping bodies. Adora, Nehemiah and the big boys got the efficiency (of course now that John Michael is 4 he fashions himself one of the "big" boys) while we got Nathan, the girls, and David in the cottage. We quickly realized the drawback to our packing methods when we pulled into the hotel nearing 10:30 at night and our luggage was sorted by size rather than by future destination. We crashed into bed with a day and a half ahead of us to explore the wilds of Southern Maryland.

Friday got up and explored our immediate surroundings. The motel had a nice little playground area which served us well while the grown-ups made runs to the local Dollar Store for essentials. We ventured to the beach and got our first glimpse of the ocean. Nathan immediately decided he didn't want to have much to do with that and Adora wasn't far behind him. She had a rather sullen pout in her beach chair holding a sleeping and hot Nehemiah while the rest of us whooped it up in the sun, sand and water.

Of course, you can't do that part of the world without taking in the sights which has to include wild ponies. The girls and I had been preparing for this each evening for months with our daily readings from Misty of Chincoteague and I was determined to get them a glimpse at the ponies. So after a day at the beach, Daddy took the "big" boys to the motel pool while Adora and I took the twins and the girls on a bus ride through the areas of the state park reserved only for employees and special tour guides. Nehemiah once again fell quickly asleep while Nathan grew more and more restless. We found ourselves surrounded by a group holding a family reunion who decided to adopt Nathan into the family. The grafting in complete, Nate began to crawl contentedly up and down the aisle of the bus visiting the likes of Cousin Jim and Aunt Carole who would announce his arrival at the back of the bus with a loud "I've got Nathan! He's coming your way Grandpa Bill!" We did indeed see lots of ponies as well as equally as many deer, a hand full of rabbits and lots of birds.


Saturday morning we got up and packed up the van again, stopped off for local shopping and donuts and then hit up the NASA Visitor's Center on our way down to North Carolina. We arrived at our rental house just shortly before our friends joined us for the week. We were staying on the same street as the friends with whom we stayed last year except this year we had a house to ourselves to which we had invited a family from church. So we had beach access via our friends across the street and they had access to the pool at our house. It worked out beautifully.

We began our ocean side vacation with a nice little mass in the living room. The kids read the lessons, JT served as acolyte and John led the music with his guitar. It was really nice.







Tuesday was Dinner:Impossible! night for Adora. Every since we got addicted to the show on the Food Network we've been ribbing Adora about her own Dinner Impossible mission. Tuesday morning we presented her with her surprise mission - to plan and prepare a poolside party for 21 children and 3 adults to include an array of stromboli by 6:00pm. The reception of her mission was met with tears and Adora's backside retreating to her room. Unbeknown st to me Adora had gotten in her mind her first Dinner Impossible mission was actually going to be Thanksgiving dinner for Fr. Joel's family. She wasa bit insulted to be given a mere pool party for the young 'uns when she'd already been dreaming up deep fried turkeys and pumpkin pie. I'd walked into an emotional land mine and realized Adora's heart had been set on redeeming the miserable Thanksgiving she'd had the year before with her family by cooking up a whiz bang meal for ours. I do love her heart.

At any rate, I didn't make the mission any easier by getting Clifford stuck in the sand on our way out to the grocery store (score minus 2 for me that day - I later also managed to drown my cellphone in the pool). We abandoned the husbands to the task of digging the van out (and I understand JT was a tremendous help as well), and Jenifer to the task of feeding lunch to all the kiddo-s while we ran to the grocery store and returned with just barely 2 hours before the evening deadline. Adora did a great job putting it all together for the kids and we were able to usher John and Jenifer and Brett and Terri out the door while we entertained all the children poolside. The food made, Adora collapsed in a poolside pout while Fr. Joel cranked up the VeggieTunes. It was great fun to have the pool available for all the kids to gather and enjoy themselves. They especially enjoyed jumping from hot tub to pool to hot tub while eating pizza and stromboli and listening to their tunes. We have a couple of great video shots of the boys dancing to VeggieTales tunes that we'll be saving for blackmail material later. The rest of the pics will be embarrassing enough for now...
We got in loads of beach time. John led daily early morning excursions in search of shells and critters which always yielded some neat show and tell upon their return. Ben, being our morning guy, was especially fond of these sunrise trysts. Then we would head out to the beach, come home in time for lunch or naps for the littles and head back out for more ocean. Jenifer just couldn't get enough of the ocean while the kids came up with some pretty neat sand castle creations. The most elaborate one involving three separate garrisons with a labyrinth of channels connecting them. We didn't see much of the tropical storm supposedly brewing in our exact area but by mid-week the ocean had washed ashore tons of dead jellyfish. After a day or so of treating their gelatinous carcasses with some small respect our regiment of boys began thinking up some more...creative...uses for them. I'll just leave that to the imagination but I did have to draw the line when they suggested serving jelly donuts for breakfast.

I caught some good waves on the boogie board but the highlight of the week was the night we got shooed out of the house for an evening to ourselves. Jen, John and Adora held down the fort while my beloved and I took a sunset ride on a sail boat. It was a lovely 2 hours of gliding on the water and chatting and worrying about nothing. We followed that up with a trip to a bookstore and of course ended the evening with dinner at Mako Mike's - it wouldn't be the Outer Banks without a date under the big swordfish. What a treat!

Thursday was Miah's birthday which we celebrated with a birthday dinner of pancakes, eggs, sausage and bacon. He got to lick the beater and really seemed to enjoy his fire engine chocolate cake. Jen thought of livening up the party with some animal masks which everyone donned for the gift opening. Happy Birthday Little Man!

The whole week was a nice, relaxing (well, as much as anyone is able to relax in the midst of 12 active children) time of doing just what we wanted to do. We got to spend time with some good friends, relax and slow down the pace to match our own desires. It was a sad, sad day on Monday. I knew without a doubt vacation was over when the beard came off Fr. Joel's face and along with it the end of our brief respite from the "real" world.