tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91114873974490165762024-03-13T00:39:10.344-05:00Saving the World before BedtimeThis blog will tell the ramblings of a mother on her journey to save the world before bedtime. Sometimes ice cream is meant to be eaten before supper, dreams do come true, and telling me no ensures I'll try that much harder to make things happen.Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111487397449016576.post-9676175876885670892015-05-17T21:47:00.002-05:002015-05-17T21:47:19.571-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzzv6FFDLzxLhP4d1Da7xKW8F9HBW2pr1oXAsYEKdtINvSY7L7lgRT2R-HPkTJc70tsWcsSlQfpbhtYWJ6YZG7fhETeaImP1Ed1TSPA97AfcuVk7pClA2VxTAd5MAHxq_OzMakVaUe3Uht/s1600/received_936665009719189.jpeg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzzv6FFDLzxLhP4d1Da7xKW8F9HBW2pr1oXAsYEKdtINvSY7L7lgRT2R-HPkTJc70tsWcsSlQfpbhtYWJ6YZG7fhETeaImP1Ed1TSPA97AfcuVk7pClA2VxTAd5MAHxq_OzMakVaUe3Uht/s320/received_936665009719189.jpeg" /></a>
Life....my lifeSheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111487397449016576.post-43162992469381955042013-04-28T18:39:00.001-05:002013-04-28T18:39:04.947-05:00<p>I went to Indy for a work trip. I had so much fun and made new friends. Busy things are coming up for me. I hope to go back to school next January as well. Enjoy our lovely spring weather!!</p>
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As always you are never far from my thoughts and prayers. In my mind, you have two days to celebrate. Today is birth mother's day, and tomorrow is mother's day. Would you think it strange if I said that I feel this connection to you that is almost unsettling? I have no clue what you look like, but when O looks me deeply in the eyes, I wonder if his expression is somewhat like yours. I often hope you are doing well, are happy, and celebrate in knowing that our son is loved, healthy, and happy. I imagine he crosses your mind from time to time if not often. I hope you have peace and comfort wherever you might be. I'd like to tell you a little more about him.
Oskar is funny. He makes me laugh more than anyone I have ever known. His little mind is very smart, and he is always trying to figure something out. He loves to play in the dirt with his yellow dump truck. He will dance but only if no one is watching. He loves raw vegetables, especially tomatoes and lettuce. He adores eating salad with no dressing. He gives the best hugs and kisses. He is very handsome, too handsome I think. He feels he must work on finding a wife right now(for when he is older). He says he has fallen in love with a little girl named Gracie Bell. She doesn't like him back, but that doesn't discourage him. He says he will change her mind, and they will marry when he is 20. One time he brought her chocolates to school. He has tried buying her a diamond necklace too, says girls love jewelry. He is quite the charmer you see. Perhaps he learned that partly from me. You see, Oskar wasn't so sure about loving me in the beginning. I made it my life's mission to win his heart. I never worked harder at anything in my life than bringing Oskar home and earning his love and trust.
Oskar loves you in case you ever wondered. Though he doesn't know you, he thinks of you and wonders about you. He asked me what color your eyes were. I love that about him. I think it means he has a kind and compassionate heart. We talk about you whenever he wants to. I still pray one day I at least have a picture of you for him. I have tried though every avenue I know to find out more about you, but I keep coming up empty handed. One day......
More than anything I want to say thank you! I have no judgements toward you. I will never pretend to know what it was like to walk in your shoes. All I can say is we love you for giving Oskar life, and we hope and want the best for you. As always, if it is ever possible, we are here waiting to know more about you and willing to let you know more about Oskar. You would be so proud of him. He scored 75% in his state math testing. He is so sweet and creative. Life is one big adventure for our boy. He can swim, work any electronic device, and loves babies. Our rambunctious hyper boy turns as gentle as a dove when he is around a baby. Deep down he has a kindness that everyone can see.
Kristiina, whenever you are, I hope God walks with you. Take comfort in knowing I'm keeping our boy safe, healthy, and still loved enough for the both of us.Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111487397449016576.post-42489295927841765842012-02-27T16:38:00.003-06:002012-02-27T16:50:06.229-06:00Nonni(aka A.J.)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXf7EIlZ8GTGVKMyP_l8LxjbdJkUKjx2Ihb4WsWUiiy2lz-WKgZxf8FpRo8WE1uWTAi0M0NNOam99Wt0tEe5r0k1C2zG45mMa0_ShfhquQ-Wc8lx6n21oI0on3ZaNR0c8DSwCbhELdMep8/s1600/IMAG0247.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXf7EIlZ8GTGVKMyP_l8LxjbdJkUKjx2Ihb4WsWUiiy2lz-WKgZxf8FpRo8WE1uWTAi0M0NNOam99Wt0tEe5r0k1C2zG45mMa0_ShfhquQ-Wc8lx6n21oI0on3ZaNR0c8DSwCbhELdMep8/s400/IMAG0247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713951483849188242" /></a><br /> For now she is my youngest daughter. I'm not sure anyone in the world could ever take A.J.'s place. She is quite possibly one of the coolest people I have ever met. To watch her little mind work is just amazing. She might also have every single one of my bad qualities. Boy, does her mouth get her into trouble. A.J. is super opinionated, and she doesn't understand injustice at all. P.S. her middle name is Justice ;) I've had to explain lot of things this year to her. <br /> A.J. is in many ways innocent, until you see her dance that is. She looks like a professional hip hop dancer, no idea where she got it from. Still, A.J. doesn't understand a lot of things. Her father always said she lived in her own universe. A.J. has recently learned about racism. She has absolutely no idea why people would ever feel that way. When she asks me why I see nothing but confusion in her eyes. She doesn't know the n word(racial slur). She thought it stood for negro which she learned in black history month. Her best friends are both bi racial. A..J. loves God very much but is confused right now about his timing. She can't fathom why he doesn't do things when she wants them done. She rarely prays for herself too, mostly only for others. <br /> A.J. is fun. She loves going to her school. She changed this year to the private school O goes too. I feel awful she did not do it sooner. I never knew how unhappy she was. She has many friends and is always laughing. I love being around her when she isn't too moody. Things with A.J. can change in a heartbeat. She has always been a very emotional little girl. <br /> My youngest daughter is simply a gift to me. I could have a 10 more kids and no one could ever come close to what she gives to me. Sometimes she still brings her 9 year old self to cuddle with me in my bed. I love it when that happens. Pretty soon she will be too big.Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111487397449016576.post-60810386013095488552012-01-22T10:22:00.002-06:002012-01-22T10:33:14.285-06:00Updates<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlsTpyMhnORRirqFyevr-y4ISDWVpwyzFEQbwkgPDB6xcGxS-6zmCT-w0Kv-HtVhv4n3ouI6sie34ic2Toyv1DWKo3C_pKXJUkQ8-kDssEtZD4kmCWgHvdkv2750jrl9mOEg-QpFlNiH3p/s1600/oskar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlsTpyMhnORRirqFyevr-y4ISDWVpwyzFEQbwkgPDB6xcGxS-6zmCT-w0Kv-HtVhv4n3ouI6sie34ic2Toyv1DWKo3C_pKXJUkQ8-kDssEtZD4kmCWgHvdkv2750jrl9mOEg-QpFlNiH3p/s400/oskar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700495287362289042" /></a><br />I thought I would post updates on all the kids, one each day. I'll start youngest to oldest. <br /><br /><br />Mr Oskar, oh what a handful little Eesti man is. Ooops, he likes to be called an American boy now, but he still says he is going back to Estonia one day to visit. Little man is in 1st grade and learning to read. He thinks reading and school is very boring though. He would much rather fight imaginary battles with bad guys or play video games. He says he will be a police officer when he grows up and has decided he will marry when he is 20 and only wants 1 child. He did want 10 kids ;) He is quite the lady's man. He opens doors for women, flirts shamelessly, and fully expects all women will eventually fall in love with him. I can't really argue with him because usually they do. It's pretty difficult not to love Oskar. He turns on the charm and smiles that smile that melts your heart. He is growing taller but has not gained any weight in a year. You would not be able to tell by the way he eats. It seems like I can't ever get that boy full. I still have to buy 6 slim pants and tighten the waist to keep them up. All in all, he is doing quite well, and I am very proud of him. He is my baby boy, and always will be. Oh, and he says when he grows up he will buy a house right beside mine so we can always be together.Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111487397449016576.post-37565063760847114912012-01-08T20:33:00.003-06:002012-01-08T20:38:52.818-06:00A new little one...I think God laughs at me when I make plans. I never intended to have any more children after O. He gave me the magic number 4, and we were pretty content with that. Then we met his sister, and all that changed. 2 years we have been waiting for an update, and we still know nothing. God knows everything though, and a new little daughter is on the way. I am about 5 months pregnant with the baby we never thought we would have. We were d.o.n.e. We had tried for a while and it never happened, so we were resigned that it was not meant to be. That was NOT why we adopted though. As irony would have it, we had not tried for another bio when we started O's adoption. Regardless a little girl is on the way to shake things up in this house. O's is heartbroken he is not having a brother, but gets over it a little more every day. The other kiddos are excited, and me, well, I'm still in shock, blessed but in shock. She already has a name too, which of course has to be secret on the net until she graces us with her presence.Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111487397449016576.post-52405045679803658112011-11-24T10:15:00.001-06:002011-11-24T10:15:54.160-06:00<div><p>Roosamanna is being made. Oskar is very happy. Have a good Thanksgiving everyone!!</p>
</div>Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111487397449016576.post-60665073540053303412011-10-08T22:05:00.004-05:002011-10-08T22:27:12.678-05:00Dear Kristiina,<br /><br />He asked for you. I knew it was only a matter of time. I waited for the day to come. He talked about you with his sister this week when I wasn't around. He cried saying you were not able to take care of him. I did not bring it up; I waited for him to ask me. A few days later he wanted to talk about you. He wants to know you. He says he wished he could be a baby again so he could just see you. He calls you his mom. He asked if you were still sick, and I said I did not think so. His whole face lit up and he smiled so eager and asked if he could go see you then. <br /><br />I'm not sure what is the right thing to say. I don't know what you would wish me to tell him, and I don't feel like I can speak for you and your choices. I only know you gave him life, left him somewhere safe, and if that is not love, I don't know what is. I don't feel threatened like I wondered if I might. I'm not afraid he won't love me too. I just feel pain. There is nothing I would not do for our son, but he wants you, and I can't give him that. I don't know how. I don't have a picture, a letter, or even know anything about you. I don't know what makes you laugh, what you are afraid of, or what your childhood was like. I have nothing to give him but myself. <br /><br />Sometimes I feel like I am chasing a ghost. I imagine in his eyes you are perfect and wonderful. That's okay too, mother's should be that way to their children. I hope one day I will be able to find out more about you, something good and comforting that will give Oskar peace. I'm not sure you can imagine how great my love is for him. Of course, you have your own feelings, but I fought for him. I sacrificed, and I gave up everything I had to get him home. Yet, I know you gave up part of yourself to let him go. I never forget that either. I still love him enough for you too. <br /><br />Oskar saved me. He brought back my faith in humanity. He reminded me that God loves me. I only hope one day he can give those gifts to you as well. Whether you know it or not, you are missing out on one hell of a child. His smile will brighten the darkest day. His mischievousness will make you laugh until you cry. His imagination leaves you scratching your head. His kindness will surprise you. His love makes you feel like one of the luckiest people in the world because he makes you earn it. To be in Oskar's world you have to work at it, but once you are in his heart, you stay there forever. I put you in his heart, you know. I told him only good things about you, even though I know so little. It was my gift to you in return for what you gave me. <br /><br /><br />One day I hope the two of you will at least know more about each other. Until then I try and be the best mother I can be to our son.Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111487397449016576.post-3572860812984827392011-07-07T10:14:00.002-05:002011-07-07T10:16:40.387-05:00Taking a breakI'll be off facebook for a while, not posting on my blog, and I am considering not using my phone either. I'll be back though after my retreat so to say. I'll have to check in on the net occasionally though because I have some things to order and bills I pay online. Take care :)Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111487397449016576.post-83565682364040074192011-06-29T14:40:00.004-05:002011-06-29T14:47:45.140-05:00One day I will write about my mother, one day......not today.........Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111487397449016576.post-4815724671556859952011-06-29T10:18:00.001-05:002011-06-29T10:18:36.074-05:00Dancing<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy_g8NscSXJN15YHEP2tzLRx07cVzcQqUZqMav1_3oYnmuGOWfjSkEXJSEo7nqorShngcrCr_8TNVG_cojWkw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111487397449016576.post-14482234118653776702011-06-08T22:28:00.001-05:002011-06-08T22:28:00.750-05:00<div><p>Sometimes I feel guilty. I hear other's struggles in the adoption community, and I feel bad. I wonder why ours went so well. I think about O, and I wonder if I paint this rosy picture, if I make stuff unrealistic. It isn't like he is really perfect. We do have behavioral challenges. Our other kids have had adjustment issues as well. I guess though......nothing really seemed that big....to me. It might have to another family though. See, having already raised Andy, I knew about challenges. I expected the worst, and when I didn't get it, I was fine with whatever came along. I fought so hard for O. It was more than paperwork and money, red tape and delays, tears and prayers. More than anything, I almost lost everything during our adoption, and yes, I mean EVERYTHING. I learned to relinquish my pride. Few know what I did to bring my son home, and few ever will. Not many would do what I did, but I made a promise, and if you can't keep a promise to an orphan, then I really believe you fall apart inside. My son was worth it, and he still would have been worth it if he was a rotten mean little spit fire. After all, who defines worth? God does. So, though I have a lot of holes in the walls, a kid with adhd whose favorite words right now are barnacle butt, it's all good. I didnt ask for a perfect child or even a well behaved one, though he does try. I asked God for Oskar and the chance to love him. I promised if he would bring my son home, I could handle the rest, and so I did. I find though when things get hard and he spirals out of control, he stops if I can just touch him or look in his eyes. He knows....Oskar knows I think he hung the moon and stars, and in return, he allows himself to belong to me. We belong together I think. We were born to be together. I could not imagine a more perfect fit. Though we have a million flaws, together we work. Oskar is who he is. I'm only here to watch his back and show him God's love, so everything falls into place. I don't worry about much. He will be just fine, and so will we all.18 months of pain, pure heartwrenching pain to bring him home, nothing hurts much after that. One touch from him, and I am healed. After all this time I still look at him and am amazed that God loved me so much that he gave me a perfect miracle. I don't deserve to be loved and trusted so much. My sweet dear little boy, little O, my dream come true. </p>
</div>Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111487397449016576.post-5066230842378014712011-06-06T21:12:00.003-05:002011-06-06T21:24:51.719-05:00Yep, Santa comes in JUNE!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJcovVqDssorLN36Dgc8qzrPj_jXb7Zfn8VJdqhA2hQ7Qny6xxmZ0daPgzaDgs4VAMz53UCF2uY3W1Mx3Bl1gGxO0VYvtBV3SWE2GJGOcH-A1hiogPKhAzhUSEvKh9gkrfKaxggZP3h_Jj/s1600/Santa+%252870%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJcovVqDssorLN36Dgc8qzrPj_jXb7Zfn8VJdqhA2hQ7Qny6xxmZ0daPgzaDgs4VAMz53UCF2uY3W1Mx3Bl1gGxO0VYvtBV3SWE2GJGOcH-A1hiogPKhAzhUSEvKh9gkrfKaxggZP3h_Jj/s400/Santa+%252870%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615298036890684818" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFa78B1t5UBac-Mv9BRY0vEOdvzCx29SDcWAzu3sg4PX6SMwikMT669sPmz2iR0MKTHtj0zr7dwrVC88gfqtmtMj481WXq_kowIsfkXfSKtkA9xZNX7jwOK6TqoaGk2tcpfhHs6P-CsV9/s1600/BARNEY+%2528116%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFa78B1t5UBac-Mv9BRY0vEOdvzCx29SDcWAzu3sg4PX6SMwikMT669sPmz2iR0MKTHtj0zr7dwrVC88gfqtmtMj481WXq_kowIsfkXfSKtkA9xZNX7jwOK6TqoaGk2tcpfhHs6P-CsV9/s400/BARNEY+%2528116%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615297747639775618" /></a><br />Isn't it every little boy and girl's dream to go to disneyland???? Well it happened!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRL80JF3rQRoUAEIlbOpt5YdzJ7i0yV75SHCwIrQYw844PhJQGl9FjiWt5KUkGpO77XYkOTJq3AOOXh4gAxUWE738hyIgyfiWsIadq2gbnjMy7tlsGvYBij7Ib37a-0ZewRReojFAOGEys/s1600/Mickey+and+Minnie+%2528265%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRL80JF3rQRoUAEIlbOpt5YdzJ7i0yV75SHCwIrQYw844PhJQGl9FjiWt5KUkGpO77XYkOTJq3AOOXh4gAxUWE738hyIgyfiWsIadq2gbnjMy7tlsGvYBij7Ib37a-0ZewRReojFAOGEys/s400/Mickey+and+Minnie+%2528265%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615297359578086802" /></a>Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111487397449016576.post-87856252931657444762011-06-06T16:45:00.002-05:002011-06-06T16:46:44.076-05:00Giveawayhttp://thekramerfamilysite.blogspot.com/2011/06/humbled.html<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Copy and paste this for a cool giveaway. An adopting family is giving away a camcorder and asking for donations to bring their precious little home!Sheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111487397449016576.post-63941367637784358012011-06-06T16:43:00.001-05:002011-06-06T16:43:53.632-05:00Cool giveaway!!!<a href="http://thekramerfamilysite.blogspot.com/2011/06/humbled.html"></a>http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifSheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04946129852495881105noreply@blogger.com0