Violence Being the Answer

When the Royals are being mistreated, we cheer that they are fighting back.  You have to show the other team that you won't put up with not being respected, right?  If some punches need thrown, so be it.

"We've got to have each other's backs," outfielder Jarrod Dyson explained. "If you come at us, we're not going to back down. We're going to keep playing the game our way."

 And the Royals fans applaud.  YES!  We won't take being maltreated lying down.  We have to show others that we deserve that respect.

The Royals violent response has purpose.  It will keep them from being wrongly viewed in the future.  It will make positive change.

Just don't tell that to the protestors in Baltimore.  Their violence has no purpose.  Violence accomplishes nothing, the other side says.  It makes you a thug who doesn't care about yourself or your neighborhood.

We are happy to condone violence as a country.  You just need to be the right color, have the right socio-economic status, and have a worthy cause behind you like sports.

Waiting

The baby we thought would be ours is now 2 months old.  It has been a hard 2 months.  Lots of time spent grieving and trying to move forward.  We have been shown to a few other expectant parents, and were even almost chosen for a baby who is already born.  But, the nursery is still empty.

It's been a year since we started updating our home study.  We had to put off really doing anything with it until Scott switched jobs (a year ago in June).  But it's been a year since we decided our family had a spot left to fill.  A year of preparing to have a baby.  We are so ready, and so tired of waiting.

In 2 months Abe will be 3, and I was really hoping to have another baby by then.  I'm learning daily to let go of my picture of what my family will look like and when things will happen.  I don't get to control this situation or when things will happen.

In the meantime Abe and I are enjoying our days together.  I've never had a 2-year-old while not having a baby in the house too.  He is full of it and gives me a run for my money a lot of days, but its been fun to just enjoy this stage with him.

Easter

I broke down crying the night before Easter.  It was supposed to look different.  I was supposed to be hunting for matching little boy outfits.  I was expecting those feelings and emotions to come up as we scrambled around the night before preparing our home to host Easter Extravaganza 2015.

Beyond that, it was a really beautiful day.  Our home was overflowing with our closest friends and neighbors.

Here's a glimpse of our day.

Happy Easter!