Posted by Hannah Rae on Jan 20, 2009 in
Life in the Stubborn house
Yes, I realize it is now Tuesday, but Mondays are our phone call days…so that’s just how it goes. Talked to the Gracie girl last night. She was in a much better mood than when we spoke on Thursday. She got a new roommate and is not too happy about having to lose her spot as the only girl in the house. I guess the new girl was getting a little too much attention for her liking. Anywho, she informed me that she ended the week in the negative, which means that last week does not count toward her goal of 8-10 good weeks before she can start visits. I told her that I expected her to have a good week this week, and she assured me that she would. We shall see.
Gracie is in main stream school for the first time since 2nd grade, so just that fact makes me immeasurably proud of her, but the fact that she got an “A” on her last science test made me gush all over. I let her know so, to the point where I could hear sarcasm in that bubbly voice of hers. I am just so proud of her…I want her home.
I’ve been praying Psalm 27:10-14 over her every night and I am believing for a breakthrough.
In the next few days I will give a complete update with the whole adoption of Grace thing and will probably put a permanent info page on the “about me” page so that stumblers-upon my blog will be able to follow what is going on.
Anywho, soup group tonight! YAY!!!!
- Hannah
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This post is part of “Laughter Lives! Tuesday” on the Riggs Family Blog. Check our their blog to read everyone else’s “Laughter Lives!” posts.
So since I am kid-less as of yet, I have to borrow my brother’s kiddos for this post…and maybe a friends child as well.
Oh, Joanie!
My brother is blessed with 5 beautiful children under 7 and one on the way. The three year old, Jonas, is especially close to my heart because he is an exuberant middle child and reminds me so much of myself…he is loud, hilarious, and always getting into trouble. In fact, when we were down at my older sister Sarah’s wedding last June, the then- two- year- old Jonas was constantly doing things that reeked of mischief. At one point, Sarah looked at him and said, “Jonas, you’re trouble.” He looked her straight in the face and sternly corrected her, “I’m not trouble. I’m Jonas.” So noted. The rest of the weekend it became a game. He would point to any family member and rename them. I became Daddy, Daddy became, Mommy, and so on, but he would always end with “And I’m Jonas!”
The face says it all. 
My brother loves Johnny Cash. His boys have followed right along, and their favorite song is the Burning Ring of Fire. When my mom went to go visit this past summer, she had her cell phone set to play The Burning Ring of Fire every time her husband called…which is very fitting. The first time it played, Jonas came running into the room saying “That’s my favorite song. Where is that coming from?” Needless to say, the cell phone was a huge hit that visit. Joanie’s version goes something like this: “Down, down, down in da fire!”
The Cookie Monster Dog
We have two great friends, Eric and Teisha, who have two great kids, Gideon and Zanna. Gideon is a surrogate nephew to me, since mine are so far away. I steal him (with his parent’s permission) as much as possible. He loves going to Hannah’s house to see all the animals. He is big enough now, at 2 1/2, that he can actually interact with the dogs in some manner, and they really enjoy this miniature person who is much easier to lick than the tall ones. One weekend, while he was visiting, we were doing some baking. I gave Gideon a cookie and he immediately became the most popular person in the house. Zoe and Pe followed him at such a close proximity that if Giddy stopped too quickly the dogs would bump right into him. He kept telling the dogs, especially Zoe, “No, Zoe. My cookie.” as he wandered in circles around our house. About the 6th or 7th lap, they must have wore him down. I saw him open his hand and OFFER Zoe the cookie, which she gladly accepted. I looked at him and said, “Giddy, where’s your cookie?” He looked at me and shrugged as if he had no idea how it happened but simply said “Zoe got it.” Yeah, I guess she did.
This kid also spent a good part of an hour trying to call our Clevie cat out of the basement, patting his leg like you would call a dog saying “Cm’ere, kitty. Cm’ere!” Well, he was persistent. Clevie just sat and stared at him, of coarse.
Thanks for letting me share my stolen stories.
-Hannah
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