Saturday, August 27, 2011

Friday, August 26, 2011

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

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Six Hours of Briggs

We got our boy about six hours ago.

He's amazing.

And he's huge.

He cried for 90% of our time together this afternoon. Surprisingly, we still enjoyed every minute. We'll see how we feel about the crying tomorrow.

I gave him a sweet potato puff as a peace offering. He threw it at my face. Today, it was funny, but I told him that if he tries that in about a month, he going to have to sit in time-out.

It was a rough afternoon for the little guy - illustrated by the fact that he fell asleep sitting up on the bed by himself.

And now that he's sleeping soundly, I kinda want to go wake him up and play with him.

Monday, August 22, 2011

very, very happy

Twenty-Eight months ago, we turned in a little application announcing our dream of adopting a little boy from Ethiopia.

It's been ten months since we first saw his face
and over five months since we last held him.

But tomorrow, the waiting ends.

Just before you wake up tomorrow morning, I'll be squeezing my boy.

I'm pretty sure we will both be scared and crying.

And I know I'll be very, very happy.

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Sunday, August 21, 2011

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My niece, Katey, collected money for us to buy a goat for one of the orphanages in Ethiopia.
The note on the cup says, "for the kids in Etheeopeeu"


Friday, August 19, 2011

En Route to Ethiopia. First stop; Copper Mountain.

All summer, we've been looking forward to spending a weekend in the mountains with my family. In fact, we've been looking forward to THIS very weekend.

So, even though we leave for Ethiopia on Sunday, we are leaving tonight to head for the hills.

We will have plenty of time to relax - much needed after this week of packing and cleaning and planning and finishing up a million things.

On Sunday, we'll be Warrior Dashing in the morning and then my parents will make a *quick* stop at the airport to unload us on their way home.

And at 11:58 that night, we'll be sitting on the runway thinking "Are we really doing this?"

I tell you what, after the SLOWEST.SUMMER.EVER, this all seems to be happening crazy fast.

We are so, so ready to get our hands on this babe.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2011

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Photos For YOU

Any Gladney Families out there who would like me to take photos of your child next week?

Hit me up! I would LOVE to do that for you.

Email me at beckylee123 (at) comcast (dot) net with your child's name, house number, and a photo of him or her.

I'll do my very best to track your child down and photograph his sweet face.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

What's This?

Well, well. What's this?
Oh that? That's nothing.

That's just me PACKING A SUITCASE FOR MY SON because we leave in one week to bring his sweet cheeks home.

Holy. Smokes.
And what's this?
This is my birthday gift from my husband.
He said it's for me to take on the plane.
However, after a week of packing and getting ready to go,
I'll be seriously surprised if there is even one bean left to board the plane with me.
We'll fly out on August 21st and return home with our little guy on August 27th.
We are beyond excited and relieved and over joyed.

If you are interested in details about meeting us at the airport, email me at beckylee123 (at) comcast (dot) net.

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Monday, August 1, 2011


Twenty-one years ago today, my BABY sister made her appearance into this world.
She was born with more than her fair share of hair and - I tell you what - it's a good thing she came out a girl. For this eight-year-old big sister, a little brother simply would not have been acceptable.

I remember holding her within hours of her birth, looking at her red, scrunched-up newborn face and thinking, "Yep, this is JUST what I wanted."
I do believe that there has never been a big sister more proud of and thrilled about a new baby.
And, honestly, I'm still pretty proud of her today.

Love you, Em.
Happy Birthday.