Recovering Noah

Well, it’s been pretty quiet on this end, hasn’t it? I thought I’d wait until things got better to tell y'all how Eli’s first week of school is going. And by getting better, I mean waiting until it doesn’t take 3 teachers and a vice-principal to pry him out of the car and me not sitting in the parking lot clutching my bosom crying, “My baby! My baby!” and not caring that I was holding up the carpool lane. And that day… was today. The little stinker hopped out of the car, waved goodbye and took some unknown teacher - who’d better not think she’s going to replace me - by the hand and then he was off. And then I sat in the car, leaned on the steering wheel and cried, “My baby! My baby!” and promptly called my husband and informed him that I needed to get on medication to sort out my mood swings and indecisiveness. It’s hard living life as a complicated woman. Only one more day and then I have him for TWO WHOLE DAYS before I have to send him back off to the land of Oh-My-Gosh-How-M...

So, uh, I turn 18 this week. Okay, well, 18 PLUS 18 - and one thing I've learned - quite recently, actually - is that I don't need more stuff . Having too much stuff leads to too much stress. Where do I put it? What do I do with it? Is the thrill of it still there after I buy it and get home? The answer is most often no . Hi, my name is Leslie and I am a garage sale-aholic. Seriously. It runs in my veins. My first dollar was earned when I was three and I sold a plastic bird whistle at my Pa Lester's stand at Trader's Village Flea Market. And then I helped with his stand when I got older. And my parents actually have a stall at First Monday in Canton. Trust me, when I say that my entire life has been about finding a bargain and snapping it up - because you never know when it might come in handy. And duplicates? Awesome. Triplicates? Even better. Don't believe me? Remember my post about how Nandi has moved into our closet? (It's a 10x10, just as an FYI, and I wil...

My friend, Amutha, had this video posted on her Facebook page and I just had to steal it and post it over here. It's of an adorable little girl singing the Indian National Anthem in honor of India's Independence Day. Enjoy! P.S. I'll be back to blogging soon. As in, probably sometime today or tomorrow. I'm finally getting my groove back... I think.

I really encourage all of you right now to head over to Amy's blog and read about the AMAZING thing that God has done in her life. It is a true testimony of what happens when you hand everything over to God. Amy and her family have felt led to adopt from Ethiopia for a long time, but they didn't have the funds to pay for an adoption. Finally, she just said, "Okay, God. If this is what you want, we'll do it. I don't know how we'll do it, but we'll do it." And they all took a leap of faith and took their first step towards another adoption: they set up a pickle jar on their counter and started putting in all their loose change. And then Amy mentioned the pickle jar on her blog and that their family feels led to adopt from Ethiopia. And even though the money isn't there - and even though it may take 5 years to save - this is what God is planning for them and they can't ignore it any longer. And then.... well, you need to head over there and fi...

Well, I'm writing this to let you all know that I'm going to be offline for awhile. Not sure how long. Maybe a day (hopefully). Maybe longer. Eli and Nandi have been sharing a room (I know, I know - what were we thinking) and we're moving Eli into our closet. Sounds silly, but it's actually a huge walk-in closet that currently houses our computer and loads of other odds and ends. Basically, it's big enough for a twin bed, a dresser, and the few toys that haven't been confiscated and put into indefinite time-out. We're not doing this because anything happened between the two of them. Quite the opposite. We're doing it to protect Eli from Nandi . She's being a little, um, aggressive lately. I have the lovely bite marks to prove it. Anyway, the behaviors are escalating and all started with a school shopping trip yesterday. Heaven forbid I want her to wear nice, clean clothes. Apparently , it was too much for her (even though she acted like she was hav...