Sunday, August 1, 2010

Respect The Van

With a second child on the way, Randy and I had to do the unthinkable...we bought a minivan. My GMC Envoy that I affectionately refer to as "Sparky" is my favorite car I've ever owned. I LOVE everything about that car, but I bought it back when we didn't think we'd ever have children; I think it was year 6 of trying to get pregnant without any luck, so cargo room and rear DVD player meant nothing to us since it was looking like Bella was going to be the only one to occupy the rear seat.

But with a second car seat about to be installed, Sparky was quickly running out of room and it was time to start saying the "minivan" word out loud. We took the plunge last week and got the new Honda Odyssey Touring.

"Sylvester", yes I named her too; it will give Artem something to talk to his therapist about later in life, has proven to be one sweet ride. I mean my coolness factor just took a major nosedive, but the convenience factor trumps everything else. Sparky used to turn heads with her flashy paint and shiny rims, not to mention the cute blonde driver driving it, work with me here I'm driving a minivan now and need this ego stroke, but nothing beats coming out of Walmart with a buggy full of groceries and three year old and after a simple push of the button the rear hatch opens and the side door slides open. Sparky could never do that!

Welcome! Sylvester is so friendly!


Rear AND front parking sensors...not that I would EVER need those! Ahem...


And check this out...there is a camera mounted just above the license plate and when Sylvester is put into "reverse" the navigation system turns into a video screen and shows you everything behind the van. Look, there's Sparky! We kept Sparky and Randy will drive her everyday for his around town car and keep his truck Big Red (yes it's named too, we are weird like that) for pulling our travel trailer, so at least I still get to visit with her every now and then.


Trap door storage for unruly children on long trips keeping stuff tucked out of the way.


See...I'm somewhat cool with a sunroof.


This is one of my favorite features on the van. I call it my "eyes in the back of my head" mirror. From the driver's seat, I can see all the passengers in the van.


Artem gives this van two thumbs up. He has thanked me no less than 30 times for buying him a van.


Andrik, we've saved a seat for you! Just waiting to get you home little guy.



Saturday, July 31, 2010

Adoption Giveaway

Please stop by our friends Melissa and Nathan's blog to check out their Great Big Giveaway. They have some wonderful things to bid on including a Nikon camera. Go ahead, take a look and see what you'd like try for!

Saturday, July 24, 2010

We're Getting Another One??

It's one thing to prepare a child for the upcoming arrival of a little brother but how do you explain to a Chocolate Lab that's she's about to be traumatized loved by a second little boy in just a few weeks?

I wish I had patience like Bella. She deserves to be fed fillet Mignon from a golden platter for the way she loves our boy. Unfortunately there is no way I can explain to her that a second round of love is coming her way. But until Andrik comes home, Bella is going to have to continue to be loved by just one little boy in this house.

Time for Bella's annual physical examine.


Don't let it get to you Bella, you don't want to see what he'll do if your blood pressure is elevated.


Yes my son is shirtless and wearing slippers in July.

A scalpel? Is that really necessary?

Luckily for Bella, Artem likes to finish off the examine with a tasty treat.


The patient got a clean bill of health and a Band aid and she has a few more weeks until the next "doctor" arrives.


Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Moscow Reunion

What a fantastic weekend we had in Tallassee, AL at Ron and Dinia's house! Randy, Artem, and I arrived late Friday night after the party had already begun, but Melissa was a trooper and picked us up from the airport in Montgomery and got us to the reunion with only a few wrong turns.

Even though I had never met Karyn and Becky, neither of them said, "Nice to meet you" when we met, instead saying, "It's good to see you!" since it seems like we've been friends throughout this past two and half years.


We started out Saturday morning with a trip to a park. The kids played so well together and it was one of the nicest parks we've been to. They ran, climbed, swung, jumped, ran some more, and took a short break just long enough to have a picnic lunch. And then they were off again.

Ron and Dinia brought their tennis equipment to the park but instead of the two of them getting a game in, they turned the rackets over to the boys. What could go wrong with handing four 3 and 4 year old boys a bunch of rackets and tennis balls?? Nothing! The boys did fantastic with them and really gave it their all.

After a mandatory pit stop, AKA nap time for the boys, Wii time for the adults, it was time for the swimming pool. I could have spent all afternoon in the pool and I think the boys could have as well. They swam their little hearts out and jumped off the diving board with anyone who was willing to jump with them.

And when you are filling out the "Mother of the Year" award this year, I'd like you to consider Karyn, who jumped off the side of the pool with little Ilya on the diving board, and jumped with such gusto that she took Ilya into the pool sideways! Way to go Karyn! Your award should be in the mail shortly.

You know how parents have a few pictures of our children that we can't wait to use in the slide show of embarrassing moments at their wedding rehearsal dinner?? I think we have a new picture for Ilya's wedding. I love that boy, I could have taken him home with us to Texas!

What better way to finish out an afternoon of swimming than picking Ms. Dinia's blackberries and blueberries? Absolutely delicious right off the vine! The boys ate WAY more than they should have and a few, "My tummy hurts" were heard that night.

And after covering the boys with blackberry and blueberry juice, what a great idea to take them out to the field to give the hungry horses a treat! A couple of them got a little to close for comfort and Ms. Dinia had to hit the gas on the golf cart and get the boys out of there!

On Sunday we finished off the trip with a stop at Ron's mother's house to fish in her stocked pond. I'm not exaggerating when I say the fish were literally jumping into the bucket from the lake. As soon as we would cast the lines into the water, someone would get a bite. Even the Snoopy fishing pole was reeling them in! Randy said we can never take Artem fishing ever again because they will never be biting as much as they did on Sunday. The bar has been set very high.

With all the great times that we had this weekend, it was not without incident. Ron and Dinia were wonderful with our children and Ron was particularly patient when showing our boys how to feed the fish in the pond. After a couple throws he knew the boys had it...

...and then after a couple throws I saw something out of the corner of my eye that was larger than fish food going into the water...Ron's glasses took a swim but fortunately his quick action, despite being blind as a bat without his glasses, helped him locate his glasses in the muddy water.


That was nothing in comparison to the fantastic weekend we had. I think Ilya's smile on the tire swing just about sums up how we all felt in Alabama. We can't wait for a "do-over" next year!


Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Moscow Reunion

I'm so excited I could burst! Randy's coming home in two days and while that's pretty exciting, he's come and gone so much throughout our marriage that the car can pretty much auto-drive itself to the airport. That's not to say I'm not going to use shaving cream rather than plain old bar soap when I shave my legs on Thursday morning or go out and buy a new outfit for his arrival; that last part is just a given, but we've got something totally cool planned for this weekend and I can't wait!

Our family is flying to Alabama this weekend for a Moscow Family Reunion and I cannot wait to meet some of our blog friends and see some real life friends. Ron and Dinia are hosting the reunion at their house and Andrew, Ilya, Artem and Iliya will have the run of the place and be spoiled rotten by their adoptive grandparents.

And you know when you have something totally cool planned for the weekend and the week before moves at a three-toed-tree-sloth pace? That's where I'm at now, halfway up the tree, barely inching my way up. Come on Friday, hurry up and get here!

Saturday, May 29, 2010

He Survived!

In August Artem went to PreK for the first time and it was traumatic for both mama and Artem. This week was Artem's last week of PreK and now he's off for summer break and he's night and day from the little boy we took to school in August.

He cried from the minute he got out of the car and no amount of consoling would get him to stop.


On Thursday he confidently walked into school oblivious to the fact that I was behind him taking pictures.


In August we picked up a puffy, red-faced, upset little boy that spent his entire first day crying and refused to use the potty.


This week I picked up a little boy sporting pig tails. After Wet and Wild day at school, Artem's teacher was putting the girl's hair back together and Artem got upset that the girls were all getting braids and pig tails and he didn't have any. So his teacher gave him some too.


And on his last day as he posed for pictures with his teachers, he wasn't puffy faced from crying, wasn't hoarse from calling my name all day long, and happily told his friends he would see them in August.

He survived his first year of PreK and I can let out a big sigh of relief!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Random Thoughts Clog My Brain

I will never try to convince you that I am a rocket scientist or that I remotely know how to figure out the square footage of a room, I keep Randy around to handle that task for me. But I do know a lot of "stuff". Not so important stuff like the difference between how frogs versus toads lay their eggs or how old a Saguaro cactus is before it grows it's first arm, but if you ever find yourself needing to phone a friend from the set of "Who Wants To Be a Millionaire", I'm your girl.

Sometimes I wish I knew from memory how to find the circumference of a circle or what E=mc2 means and how to use it. But then today, it becomes quite clear to me why I lack the capacity to negotiate these mathematical and scientific processes...my brain is clogged with other random thoughts and there simply is not enough room to hold it all in.

After I returned home this morning from my run, I got the shower started, made a pit stop in the little girl's room, and jumped on the scale, and that's when I started to wonder...am I the only one that must pee before she gets on the scale? Do my friends pee before getting on the scale? What about my high school English teacher? Certainly I'm not the ONLY person out there that does this. And from there it just spiraled downhill with the random, useless deep thoughts that I must process throughout the day, and I began to understand why NASA has never called me with a job opportunity. I'm telling you, it's all these random thoughts that take up space in my brain.

And that's okay, someone needs to know the difference between sedimentary, igneous, and metamorphic rocks; I can explain all of that to you in mind numbing detail, and if you ever need someone to help you validate the .05 pound weight change you saw on the scale when you pee'd before weighing yourself; call me, I can help you with that too.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

I'm In The Club

I cried today...like a baby...but they were tears of happiness.

It was my first Mother's Day tea with Artem at his preschool and I now join the ranks of the mothers that count a multi-colored flower pot as one of their most prized possessions on Earth.


He also made a new tote bag for me with his little hand print and inside the tote bag was a picture frame containing another hand print with a printed poem glued next to it that instructed me that years from now when he's fully grown, to touch the little hand and remember that his heart unconditionally belongs to me. Arghhhh...why did his teachers do this to me?? That really got the water works going.

Oh that flower pot, it's a true work of art, and he was so proud to present it to me. I cried more tears and then he asked me, "Want me to wipe your tears mama?" You're killing me Artem! No one warned me about these Mother's Day teas.


I hope this little flower pot lasts many, many years and someday when Artem comes to visit and brings his own three year old over, I can tell them all about the day I joined that coveted club of mother's that count these tiny little pots as one of the most beloved gifts they have ever received.

But for right now, I'm just going to enjoy my third Mother's Day with this little guy and make sure that at the next Mother's Day tea I have plenty of Kleenex on hand.



Monday, May 3, 2010

The Secret Revealed

A few months ago I gave a little sneak peek about something Randy and I had in the works and it's time to finally come clean about our little secret. But it's not a short story, so grab a snack and get comfortable.

When Randy and I built our current home back in 2002 we NEVER dreamed we'd be here eight years later; that is unheard of in a military town. For several years we have wanted to settle in Huntsville, AL. We don't have family there and only know two people there, but we love the city, the lifestyle, the scenery, and the jobs are plentiful in Randy's line of work.

I've looked online for years at homes in the Huntsville area but had never found "the" house until this past December when I was in Abu Dhabi. The house was everything we had wanted and more and it was in our price range, albeit the very tip top of our price range, but still in there.

I contacted a realtor that was friends with our only friends back there and explained our story of looking for years for a home that said, "drop everything and move east" and asked her to preview the home for us to see if it was worth pursuing. A short while later she let us know it was even better in person and told us we needed to see this home ASAP. Problem was, I was in Abu Dhabi and planned to stay out of the country for at least two more months, but after talking it over with Randy, we decided Artem and I would leave early and travel to Huntsville to see the house.

After seeing the house in person, I submitted an offer that weekend. The owners of the house had fallen on financial hard times and were selling the home as a short sale. They had already pre-negotiated a price with their lender that was over $30,000 less than it cost them to build the home five years prior, so we thought it was a pretty good deal. We offered them almost $10,000 less than that price and knew it could take awhile because it was a short sale. But we weren't in any hurry since we would still have to sell our house here in TX.

The process was slow moving but was going really well. The inspector went out within a week and called me one afternoon after inspecting the house excitedly telling me about what a well built house it was, how he hadn't seen that kind of construction in all the years he had been doing inspections, that he doesn't see that kind of building quality in million dollar homes, and how people just don't put that kind of money into quality because they don't get their money out of it when they resell it. I told him the owners never planned on selling it but financially had to move and his response was, "Oh, that explains why it was so well built." We really felt like we were getting a great home which made us feel good since this was going to be our forever and ever home. The home we raise our children in, pay the mortgage off, and see our grand kids play in the yard.

Our offer was moving through the seller's lender without any problems and it was looking like they were going to accept our offer and then it was time for the appraisal. **Cue the dramatic music** There is a new way appraisals are done now thanks to a new Federal law that began in January; a buyer no longer has a say in their appraiser and the names of local qualified appraisers are put into a hat so to speak, and an appraiser is picked at random.

After such a glowing inspection we were sure the appraisal would come in higher than our offer and even higher than the original asking price. We were shocked when the appraisal came back $23,000 less than the original asking price. Not only that but the appraiser measured the square footage wrong. The current owners custom built the home and had the blueprints showing the house was 5100 square feet but the appraiser said it was less and only listed 3.5 bathrooms when the home has 4.5 bathrooms. He used comps that were over a year old and comps that had over 25% adjustments. I don't know what that last part means since I'm not a realtor, but I know it's not good. Another law prohibits a buyer from ordering a new appraisal, something called CCEV (Code of Conduct in Ethical Valuations) as it could appear that we are shopping for the best appraisal.

The sellers obviously weren't happy with the appraisal coming in so low and chose to appeal the appraisal. The appraiser redid the appraisal, went back to the house and remeasured, added the additional bathroom but only raised the appraisal by $8,000, still under the asking price and well under our offer. The sellers had no choice but to proceed with the new price and their lender accepted the lower price and was moving forward to sell the home to us for the new lower price. Great news for us!

At this point I started planning in my head and on paper how I was going to arrange our furniture in the home, planned what furniture I would need to purchase to furnish the home since we were going from our current 2,300 sq foot home to a 5100 sq foot home, started pricing movers, and finalized our loan paperwork. We were so excited to buy this house. It had a basement that we've always wanted, a gorgeous open floor plan, tankless water heater, laundry chute for the third floor bedrooms, a Proxima projector and movie screen in the theater in the basement, a full kitchen in the walk out basement with a full bathroom that has a door that goes directly outside to the pool, a three car attached garage, with a separate detached two car garage with finished bonus room above that garage, all on a huge lot that was just over 3/4 of an acre that backed up to woods. Like I said, this was "the" house that we were going to see our grandchildren play in.

But at the last minute our bank contacted us and told us that the appraisal didn't meet federal guidelines to carry PMI (private mortgage insurance) on the loan because of the comps that were over a year old and comps that had 25% adjustments on them. This time it was our turn to appeal the appraisal since we could not order a new one, and the bank let the appraiser know why it would not meet federal guidelines and asked the appraiser to provide three new comps so we could get the loan to go through. The appraiser came back with three new comps...2 were over a year old and one had adjustments of over 34% even higher than the first comps. Grrrr....

At that point the only way to get the loan to go through was to put 20% down on the home and avoid carrying PMI on the loan. That's just under $80,000 and we do not have that kind of cash on hand, especially without selling our current home first and double especially since we are going through an international adoption and need that cash to pay for the adoption. Both Randy and I refuse to take any money out of our retirement accounts and decided this was God's way of saying, "It's not your home to have."

Obviously we were very disappointed but we prayed for seven years for children and in the end God led us to Artem and we all know how awesome that story has worked out so we both feel like there is something better out there for us. We've even given serious thought to purchasing our own land and building a home ourselves. We aren't in any hurry and we know this is just a way to let us know to slow down, focus on the adoption, and focus on Randy's return to a job back in the states this summer.

And in the words of Bob Marley, "Don't worry 'bout a thing, 'cause every little thing, gonna be all right!"

Sunday, May 2, 2010

I Will Not Have This Kind of Talk

I was cooking dinner this evening and Artem was playing trucks in the other room. He came skipping into the kitchen and asked me, "Whatcha doing mama?" I told him I was cooking dinner and he turns to me completely straight-faced and said, "So how come the kitchen is on fire?" pointing to the smoke billowing up from the stovetop.

Talk like that is going to get that boy grounded until he's 82 years old.