Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Painting

I bought the boys wooden christmas trees and snowmen. They love to paint, so this was a fun craft for them to do since we have been stuck inside all week! The babies were locked in baby jail when we did it, ha ha.

He has the goofiest smile at times!
Very serious about his painting

Definitely not allowed near the paint! Look how nicely Emma can stand now- she is getting stronger everyday! She really WANTS to walk, but her ankles are so weak it is going to be awhile. She starts physical therapy in a few weeks and I am hoping that will be the extra boost she needs. She will actually get on her knees (butt off the ground) and try to walk like that. She sees everyone else walk around and she wants to do it, too!

Cuteness

We had a spur of the moment photo shoot the other day. Anyone that has been to my house knows that I have my naked baby bums displayed proudly in my bathroom. I normally do these pics at 6 months- by this time, my boys were nice and plump (20-25 lb range!) and they always made the cutest pictures! Well, Emma didn't join the family until she was 15 months old. Good thing she is a tiny tot. She is actually smaller than ALL my boys were at 6 months old- so yes, I did the naked baby shot! I tried really hard to make it look "not creepy." I mean, she is a little old for this! But, she can't walk yet and she is so little- so I think it turned out just fine. After those pictures, I decided to put her in a tutu and get a few shots- oh my, her cuteness is overwhelming!!!!



Here it is, the picture that will join my boys in the bathroom.




Another Christmas at the Fischer house!




The tree is up but it is lacking one thing- ornaments on the bottom half! I guess that is life when you have 2 babies! The big boys loved decorating it. Unfortunately, the babies missed out. We did it when they were napping to avoid as much chaos as possible. It is now 4 days until Christmas and I have yet to get a picture of the little ones hanging their ornaments (I do that picture every year!) But- it will get done. It might be Christmas morning, but it will get done! I can't believe that next week the tree will be coming DOWN. Time is really flying by these days!
The kids thought this was so cool. They ate popcorn and watched a movie under the "home made" tent! We threw a sheet over the dining room table and boy oh boy, you should have seen how excited those kiddos were! When Andrew got in he said "Matthew lets hug because this is so much fun!" They actually slept under there 2 nights in a row- that's right, I am the coolest mom ever!
The outside view

This doesn't even begin to capture what these kids do to our basement- it is destroyed daily! And note- Timmy is on the train table. He climbs on EVERYTHING. Yes, we have entered that stage of toddler-hood!
This picture cracks me up. You have to blow it up to get the full enjoyment out of it- Emma has the naughtiest grin on her face, as if she was responsible for this disaster!


This little guy has me wrapped around his finger. Everything he does is SO.DARN.CUTE. Don't get me wrong- he is pure trouble. I mean, just look at that face! I am trying to enjoy every minute because there will be no more babies in the Fischer house. The way he thinks everything is a phone and puts it to his ear- the way he sits and focuses on a book- oh my, I could video tape him all day he is just so cute.

Emma with the big brothers

By the tree- I think her bow makes her look like a Christmas present!
4 little monkeys jumping on the bed!
Yes, we have double trouble in this house!

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Our Real Gotcha Day....

There was a very important detail that we could not post on our travel journal, and that would be the real gotcha day we had with our Emma Grace. We actually met Emma in her home on Saturday, October 23 and it was wonderful! We got to see her in her comfortable environment. She was happy, content and so, so sweet. We got to see her friends, her house, how she lived. We are so thankful to have seen these sweet details of her life. We are also thankful that we got to see her true personality, because the little girl we had for the first 3 days in Fuzhou was not the real Emma Grace- it was a sad, grieving child. We were confident in the diagnosis of grieving because we had seen how she truly was in a place where she felt safe. Now that she is home, we see that same little girl we met at PHF. The Civil Affairs office in Fuzhou did not want us to pick her up at PHF. Because Emma is originally from Fuzhou, we had to adopt her in Fuzhou through that city's civil affairs office and through that orphanage (the orphanage where she was taken at 1 day old and lived for 8 months). This is where she was registered. The orphanage did not care if we picked her up at PHF and our agency did not care- it was just the darn civil affairs people. So, behind the scenes our agency and the orphanage made arrangements for us to meet her there. The plan was for us to meet her at the orphanage on Saturday and spend the entire day and night there. We did this, and it was wonderful! Then, Sunday morning we were to fly with Sara, a representative from PHF to Fuzhou. Once in Fuzhou, the orphanage people were to meet us. They were going to take Sara and Emma in their car, and Rick and myself were to ride with our guide to the hotel. Once at the hotel, the civil affairs people were supposed to be there. Rick and I were going to walk in first... then the orphanage people with Emma. However, it didn't go down like that. Once we landed in Fuzhou and the orphanage people saw me holding Emma, they told Sara to take the baby. Sara said that they were acting really weird about everything. Sara was holding Emma, and the orphanage people (now strangers to Emma) kept trying to take her from Sara. Sara was telling them no and would not give Emma to them. This is the scene we walked away from. As if this wasn't enough to confuse Emma and cause her to feel like something is up, they took her back to the orphanage for 3 HOURS! We got to our hotel and the guide said... we'll meet at 5:30. I was sick to my stomach! Emma had a bottle on the plane, which was more than enough to hold her over until we met at the hotel. But, this 3 hour delay would cause her to be really hungry. The good news is that Sara held her the entire time they went to the orphanage. The bad news is that Emma was not offered any food by the orphanage people. If I had known this was going to happen, I would've sent a bottle with Sara. She came to us very tired, scared and hungry. It was a pretty traumatic 3 hours for her. If I had to do it all over again, I still would have met her at PHF. I just would've prepared myself for the worse case scenario and sent Sara with food. But, I still think that the orphanage people could have recognized she was hungry and offered her some food, especially since we gave them a $5,200 donation. It is behind us now and we are just thankful we got her! All of the other details on the travel journal are true- we just had to leave the part of picking her up at PHF off. But, this whole scenario coupled with the finding ad mistake is why I was SO MAD at those people!

Emma was wearing 3 layers when we met her- the bottom layer was the UK shirt we sent her in a care package in May :)
Kisses from daddy
a very happy mommy!
She put her hands to her head as if to say "I can't believe they are really here!" Now that I know her, I know that she covers her face/eyes when she sees people she doesn't know.

The first time we saw our daughter

Happy Thanksgiving!

This year for Thanksgiving we went to my parent's house. We rotate every year between my family and Rick's family. It worked out well that we stayed home this year because Emma had her surgery really early the next morning. Both of my brothers were in town and this is the first year the Hatfield family had been together in many, many years. The older boys would not get in any pictures, so this is all I have! Happy Thanksgiving!

Timmy is walking and he is so cute when he walks across the floor
She looked so cute on Thanksgiving. Emma had her lip repaired... to read about it go here.


Hatfield family