Kayleeisms about adoption. Plus an update.

So this last Wednesday morning the children and I were sitting at the table eating breakfast. Regan had just blessed our food and we were just chatting about nonsensical things. You know, what if the sky was purple? Things like that.

Then Kaylee started talking about her favorite episode of any show of all time EVER! Arthur’s Big Brother Binky. And then she announced that she needed to pray. So Regan and I folded our arms. I had NOT a clue where my girl was headed. I was not expecting what came out of her mouth. I was trying not to cry and laugh at the same time. When she finished I gave her a hug and a kiss then grabbed a note pad and paper to jot it all down.

“Dear Heavenly Father,
Just do it please. Bring my sisters and brothers so we can adopt them and be a happy family. We can go to the temple and we will take pictures with all my brothers and sisters and be a family. Jesus can do it all.  Make our family.  Name Jesus Christ, amen.” – Kaylee Isabella, age 4.

She prays for our missing family members lots. She has even with the generosity of Uncle Josh started filling a sister’s piggy bank and a brother’s piggy bank. She says they will need spending money when they come home.
 

And because every post needs a picture. Kaylee found herself some stickers. Jon brought her in to show me and to get a photo before peeling the stamps off of her and explaining that they were not in fact stickers.

***Adoption update:

About two weeks ago we turned in the LAST of our paperwork! We have three more hours of interviews to do then everything gets sent to the courts for a Judge to look over before certifying us.
WOOFREAKINGHOOO!!!!!! We are ridiculously excited about it!

A few days after getting all our paperwork in the children and I were walking back home from a library run. Kaylee was asking if our baby was coming home since our paper work was all in. I had to tell her that, “No. We still have our interviews, and then lots of waiting for a special lady to pick us.”

Her response, “WHAT! Mas waaaaingt?!?!”

Me, “Sorry kid. I know how you feel. But yes more waiting.”

And so we wait.

***Please spread the word to everyone you know/meet that our family is hoping to adopt. We are told that most matches happen because a friend of a friend knows someone who is placing their baby. So please just keep our family in mind if you hear anything. Much appreciation and love to you all.***

Temple

 So we FINALLY (been to the St. George Temple lots since moving to AZ.) made to the Mesa Temple. It’s such a beautiful Temple. We had the opportunity to see one of our ward members go through. He is leaving soon to serve a mission in Billings Montana.
 We have such an AMAZING ward. There were so many people who came to support Greg.  This goup photo is missing many who were not able to stay for the pic.
 We went out to eat after. 
 Jon and I had dinner before the session, so we got these awesome desserts.
What were the children up to while we were gone?  Playing, swimming(ish), general merriment, and mayhem. The children had a great sleep over at the cousins house.
 I of course grabbed some pics of them passed out this morning when I arrived to pick them up.
It was a fabulous Thursday night for all of us.

Flying

We headed to the park Saturday mid morning. Kaylee thought she was going to die from the heat the whole time. Had a complete come apart. We all had fun anyway.
It was a bit windy.
Regan where’s Daddy?
“Over dere. He flying plane!”
I thought that the camp chair would be for me. That I would sit and watch Jon and the children run around. But since Kaylee was dying from the heat she got to sit and sip ice water. While I stood over her holding the umbrella for shade. Princess? Yes she is.
Regan though he’d be helpful and run the extra prop out to Daddy.
Jon didn’t need it so Regan “flew” around the grass with it for a bit.
And here is Princess Kaylee sitting in her own personal shade.
The wind won.
But that’s o.k.
I made them pose for me. And since they love me they even smiled.
We do enjoy taking the plane out.