Here’s the Muddy Sunday…In the words of Adelyne, “It was AWESOME!”

We had planned this awesome family day—Father and daughter team, mom and son spectators.  Cousins running.  And, most importantly, mud!

Maxwell and I had planned to follow them throughout the 5K and take lots of photos.  But the walking and the sun combination rendered me and my little buddy super tired and red.  Therefore, Maxwell and I set up camp at 3 different courses and waited for our Richie and Ada to mud on by.

And did they ever.  It’s going to be a photo blog today.  Hope you enjoy.  Ironically enough, it was a mud run that Rich and I ran the Saturday before we found out about our little Belly Josephine.  And now it was Belly Josephine’s turn to follow along (like she had a choice) as Maxwell and I chased after our loves.

Anyhow…enjoy our spectacularly muddy Sunday.

Runners, take your mark.  Get set…

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Go!

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Caught my cuties on the way to another obstacle!  Not too muddy yet.

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But they couldn’t stay long…another obstacle to conquer.  So, she’s off, my sweet Adelyne.

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With her fierce daddy competitor right behind her.

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And the sweet, little brother waving them on.

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For being November, it was a glorious day for a run (well, and a preggo waddle walk).

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It’s time to roll in the mud.  Come on, Adelyne…your turn!

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Way to get in the spirit!

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Now let’s celebrate by doing the “Robot”!

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And they’re off again to finish the race…It’s a final slide.

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High 10!  We did it.

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Now I’ll let you in for a little special…our Christmas picture.  Believe me…Maxwell and I were tempted to roll around in the mud, too.  But we resisted 😉

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Hope your week is a little cleaner than our Sunday, but may it be just as full of togetherness, family, love, sunshine, mud, and fun!

xo for now…B and my Belly J (who we are praying stays put for a wee bit longer)

Once upon a muddy Sunday…and a hospital visit Tuesday

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So I have lots of autumn and winter plans. In fact, tonight we are suppose to be serving food at a local soup kitchen. Tomorrow I am suppose to teach Art Masterpiece at my daughter’s school. Friday my husband leaves for Ivory Coast for our foundation. Saturday my niece has an honor’s choir concert—and I have an awesome girls’ night out where we’re…me and some of my besties…are going to paint the town red! Well, literally we’re going to paint a cardinal, but it sounds like fun, huh?! But sometimes life has different plans…like belly monitors and bum shots and potential premature babies (and, if you’re counting, this would be number 2—but let’s see how long I can keep her baking).

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All in all, my babies will always trump any plans-because they are the greatest plans of all!

Have a Super Tuesday.

“The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer…with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.”
Philippians 4:5-7

A Mud Run Kept Me in Arizona? No—but the belly is why I started the blog! Happy 2 months, #and2makescrazy

I have a baby in my belly and a 1-year-old and 7-year-old at home.  And I have a husband that I have rarely seen since June.

My daughter, well, right now while we’re in Arizona (United States), she’s the invisible girl—hardly seen!  But that’s an awesome thing.  Because it means that she is usually with friends or cousins playing her little heart out.  You see, we technically live in Poland (since 2001…we started something called Fundacja Bread of Life).  In fact, if this surprise belly didn’t pop up, we’d be back there right now.

Yep!  We were scheduled to be back in Poland on May 10th.  But around May 5th, I felt a little something…called pregnant.  Sure enough, about 10 dollar store tests later, we both finally believed it.  Good thing our mud run was the day before, eh?

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And so, my hubby and I decided that there is very little in life (outside of Jesus) that is more important to us than our children.

You see, we went through 5 years of very hollow infertility before God gave us Adelyne Marguerite.

And then it was another 5 years before God gave us our heavenly baby Sam (here’s a honest look at loss and miscarriage:  http://wp.me/p3Bh9m-6B).

And, well, I haven’t shared it all on this page, but then 2 years after Sam, we were given Maxwell Loren.  But he was a gift that was almost returned to heaven.  We nearly lost him…multiple times.  He’s our spirited little fighter and an absolute joy in our life.

And that brings us to today…a year after Maxwell was born.  Now I’m pregnant with, whom we call, Belly Josephine (here’s some photos here: http://wp.me/p3Bh9m-gp), inching my way to 40 years of age.  Yes, getting fossilized here, folks!

13 years of marriage to a man that I nearly didn’t date…

13 years of marriage and 4 babies:  2 that we’ve been able to keep here on earth; one waiting for us in heaven; and one kickball champ in my belly.

And we’re suppose to be in Poland.

But since we value our babies more than life itself, my husband and I decided that I would not travel and would ride out this pregnancy here in the United States with my family just one minute away.  Therefore, I’ve remained in our little rental farmhouse with egg-laying chickens…and he, well he’s been back and forth and around the world getting his “work on”.

He spent the majority of his summer in Poland and Moldova and Zambia.  He’s spending the majority of this fall in Africa and Europe…and I told him that if he’s not back in time for the baby, Adelyne’s my partner in the delivery room.  She was thrilled with that and told me she would sit around and eat popsicles.  Sounds like she’d be great support, eh?!

His work is awesome…but he’s also missed a ton:  Maxwell’s first steps and most of his first words.  Maxwell’s new affinity to climb all objects and to feed himself with a spoon.  Josephine’s major belly kicks and several doctor’s visits to date.  Most of Adelyne’s swim meets, and so much more.

In fact, he’s been gone so much that my son walks past the computer and says, “Hi, Dadda!”

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I say all this to say…

Home.  Alone.  With an invisible 7-year-old.  With a 1-year-old.  With a belly baby.

I decided that NOW is the time to start a blog.

And boy it has been a challenge.  And a ton of fun.  And I have not one specific topic to write about—nor focus on.

Sometimes I’m all roaring wife.

Sometimes I’m all crazy momma.

Sometimes I’m zany foreigner.

And sometimes I’m all religious nut.

But…hopefully all of the time…I am real.

And, hopefully, you have enjoyed my blogging journey.

Two months, today!  Woot-woot!

Over 8,500+ views.

And Fifty+ Countries on 6 continents.  Thanks, friends!

It would appear that you are a bit crazy, too.

Just like I am.

Just like Rich.

I just KNEW we’d get along swell!

Looking forward to what the next two months will bring.  Because often even I don’t know until the day before (or, to be honest, the morning of).

Sending you off with a big American hug and 3 Polish kisses,

Brooke (aka the first half of the crazy)

#and2makescrazy