We Start Em Young

Dancing Fools

I can’t even remember how this tradition got started in BrownTown but we like to make our kids dance. We’ll make them dance for just about anything. Some days they might have to dance for ice cream and other days they may have to dance to get to watch a show on tv. Sometimes when we are really wild and out of control everyone in the family will come up with their very own dance. I’m sure some dance lessons would serve us well in the future. In case you are wondering, there IS lots of singing that usually accompanies these silly little dance numbers.

We’re In BrownTown and We’re Singing!

This picture really has nothing to do with this post but it was on my phone, and Les looks pretty silly sporting his Captain Weather Man costume so thought it was appropriate for a Silly Saturday post. The silly fun fact for the week about BrownTown is that we sing A LOT! I’m not talking about songs like Twinkle Twinkle either. We make up our own silly songs and sing about everything under the sun. There is singing that goes on all day and all night. In fact, when the singing becomes scarce it’s a red flag that our week has been way too serious. Recently we’ve started singing to God as a way to start our day and it’s been a huge hit. I love hearing my Brownies’ sweet little voices sing to God about what they are thankful for. Heck I love hearing their sweet voices sing about going to the library, petting the dog or going potty. If you ever see us out in the wild and one of us happens to bust out a ballad about walking to the car or some other random thing now you know it’s an everyday occurrence in BrownTown. Try it sometime, you’d be amazed at how a simple little song can make the heart joyful. What are some things that make you want to sing?

WILD ABOUT LES

These pictures aren’t going to win a prize for great photography but that was never the point of them. They reflex one of the many qualities I love and adore about Les Brown. My husband is adventurous and his childlike wonder fans the flame of love. Love for this wonderful and amazing gift of a man and love for a God who creates wonderful things like snow for us to enjoy. There is a side of Les that goes against the grain of the everyday doldrums. He has the ability to see things through the lens of dangerous wonder. The kind of wonder that as adults we often take for granted and completely miss. Life is a gift to enjoy and embrace, not just something to slug it out. Watching Les take full advantage of these small wonders helps create a heart in me that wants to embrace every moment with this same dangerous wonder. I might not be as old as my husband :), but he’s the one keeping me young and this is one of the many reasons why I’m wild about Les! What is one of the qualities of your spouse that makes you wild about them?

Silly Saturdays: Musical Pipes

Les and I thought that we would add a frequent post called Silly Saturdays. BrownTown is pretty silly and we thought we would give everyone a small glimpse into the spontaneous silliness that can happen around here.

For our first post I’d like to introduce to everybody our musical pipes. Living with three little boys and one grown man this post has the potential to go south fast but I will try hard to refrain from doing so.

Some of our close friends, the Kreusch Family, told us of a fun and cheap toy they had made for their son Jack. We are all about fun and cheap so we jumped on it! We bought PVC pipe and several different types of connectors. Les cut the pipe into various different lengths and viola we had ourselves a giant homemade version of tinker toys. Our kids have spent hour after hour building and creating with these pipes. They come out almost everyday.

Right now you may be wondering what’s so silly about building with pipes. Well my friends, these pipes have not only been turned into swords and shields and most recently due to Snowpocalyse 2011, skis, they have also been turned into musical instruments. Tonight Les has been working on making different trumpet noises to call our children to bed and to dinner. It’s almost certain that if the pipes come out, sooner or later musical mayhem will ensue. This video was taken a little over a year ago but is a common occurrence in BrownTown. The little one has even taken to playing his own version of the pipe. We hope you all enjoy and don’t blame you if you head over to Home Depot as soon as you’re done watching.

ONE

I thought I would post our “months on the wait list” with eager anticipation. Hurray for one more month down and one month closer to bringing home our baby. Unfortunately, around the same time we got on the wait list we found out our agency is in a stand still right now in Ethiopia. We trust our agency and know things will be up and running again soon but its still disappointing news. I know this past month of waiting has not be a waste but it feels like we are going backwards instead of moving forward. I am very thankful that we are where we are and don’t have a referral. Waiting on this end although not easy is nothing compared to knowing who your child is and having to be delayed in bringing him or her home. Please join our in praying for provision for our son during the time he lives in Ethiopia and for the salvation for his parents and the difficult choices they are about to face.

Naptime Chronicles

This might be a complete shock to some of you but Brown Kids are notorious for fighting sleep despite extreme exhaustion. I had complete confidence that Abbie and Paul could beat any child’s ability to dodge sleep till Luke became a toddler. That kid could be falling asleep while standing up and he will still resist rest at all costs.

This afternoon I could tell by the darkening circles under Luke’s eyes that if another day went by without adequate sleep it would be physically harmful to him. On days when I know he’s beyond exhausted and refuses to respond to his body’s desperate need to rest I hold him till he sleeps. He resists this embrace at all costs knowing that if he’d just lean in and enjoy this time together he would be asleep in a matter of seconds. Instead he screams and wails and punches and kicks. The more he flails around, the closer I draw him next me. This afternoon as Luke shouted “I don’t like it” I couldn’t help but see my relationship with God.

Sometimes God will draw me to situations I do not like. I wrestle, scream and kick. I don’t see how my circumstances could possibly lead to anything good. In the midst of all the fighting and angst God draws me closer to Him. Caught in His loving embrace I continue to squirm and push back. It never stops God from drawing me even closer no matter how hard I kick. God loves me enough to be in the fight with me. It does not phase Him or change His love or His desire to be with me. God doesn’t need me to trust Him. One day as I continue to grow and mature like Luke, I’ll learn to sit back and just enjoy the embrace and trust that God is working out something good.

Not That I’m Keeping Count

This past week we’ve had one busted eyebrow, one busted lip and a broken lid to a toilet tank. Not that I’m keeping count! Looking forward to what crazy things will be possible with 4 boys. Wondering if we can purchase a padded rubber house.

With Increased Joy Comes Sadness

As our checklists begin to dwindle and our excitement to bring home our baby grows, my sadness increases. I can’t help but lay awake at night and think about our baby’s birth parents. While adoption is a beautiful thing I am sad that there is such a need in Africa. I wish moms and dads weren’t literally starving to death and unable to feed their children. I wish parents in Africa weren’t dying from HIV/AIDS and other diseases in such outrageous numbers. I wish I could look my child in the eyes someday and tell him that his Mother had made a brave choice and chose life eventhough she was unable to take care of him. I’m not sure what the circumstances might be that allow our paths to cross with our son but I’m most certain they will probably be grim. I’m praying desperately that whatever the reason that causes our child to become an orphan, that his parents come to know Jesus. That one day we will meet in heaven and our son’s biological parents can rejoice with us in the man that God created him to be. Together we can stand amazed by our Maker in a place where there are no such things as starvation and disease. A place where there is no more anguish, pain, and weeping.

Drop Offs & Warm Bodies: G-Sale This Weekend

The big garage sale weekend is approaching fast. Many of you have been awesome and donated stuff for the sale. Others of you are continuing to work on your pile to donate. We’ll take your drop offs all week or bring it Thursday night and help us get ready for the big sale! Thanks to all of you who have already helped!!

If you are still wanting to jump on Team Brown Town and help us bring home our babies from Africa we could use your help! We need people to come help us Thursday get ready for this massive event. We need people to help price items, make signs and help pick up large items from people who have donated them to our sale. We’ll order up some pizza and make a fun night of it! If you like to mix it up with people we would love to have your help during the garage sale. If you’re free and love our kids you could help by coming over and watching them while we mix it up with the garage sale peeps. We’d love to use this event to not only help bring home our kids from Africa but to share the gospel with those who show up to buy stuff.

Right now the weather is looking rather iffy for a garage sale. Thursday morning we’ll make a call whether or not we’ll proceed with this weekend. If this weekend won’t work we’ll move it to the following weekend. We know God is perfect in His timing!!

We are so grateful to all of you who have come along side us during this journey. Words can not express how blown away we are at God’s provision and the love and support we’re received through our friends. Thank you Brown Town Fans, Thank you!!!