Perspective

I had a really rough weekend.

My pain and headaches were all full force. I am not sleeping worth jack anymore.

And I just felt so much despair.

I am so thankful for a strong, loving husband who has come along side me in my grief and extreme grouchiness to love on me and support my treatment decisions.

Billy's care really helped to lift me out of what felt like a pit.

Amidst my personal turmoil, I had ordered a FREE book last week from the ministry, Gospel For Asia.

It is called No Longer A Slumdog. You can get your free copy, here.

If you have seen the movie, Slumdog Millionaire, then it will make reading the book much more visual to you as it talks about the slums of India and the oppression the people there face. 

I read the book in 2 days and it really put into perspective the opportunities and abilities I and my children have here that so much of the world does not have. It is not that I wasn't aware as my favorite books have always been ones that portray stories of human suffering from concentration camp accounts in books like The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom to slave accounts in books like Uncle Tom's Cabin.

However, this book opened my eyes further to the tugging I have felt for awhile now, that adoption is not the answer to the worldwide crisis of poverty and orphaned children. 

The Gospel is. 

GFA builds "Bridges of Hope" centers which are places that children who would otherwise have no opportunities then to work on the streets can go to school, learn about hygiene, receive in many cases their only meal of the day, AND most importantly be given the greatest gift of all... the truth of salvation. This knowledge equips these kids and builds "a bridge" to their families and communites for Christ's message to be shared in an environment that is mostly Hindu. They also build "Jesus Wells" so that those who are considered the Untouchables of society can have access to clean water and the opportunity to hear the Good News.

My heart has been stirred to pray about how our family can help.
The author says that we ought to pray that God would break our hearts for what breaks His.
Whether it be to sponsor a child at a Bridge of Hope center for $28 a month, or whether it be to give to missionaries involved in this work...I am not sure where God will call us to.

We have a family at our church who are missionaries here in TX for Gospel For Asia.
I am hoping to talk to them soon about where the greatest needs are.

I am thankful for this book and the perspective it has given me on my own suffering in comparison to much more intense suffering that people all over the world live their entire lives with.
I have ordered another free book from this ministry and look forward to reading it.

It has come at a good time in my life when my mind has been scattered and my spirit has been weak.
Satan has fed me so many lies over the past few weeks. But the Lord continues to bring the word of Truth to me through these experiences and through friends sweet words of encouragement to not believe these lies, but to hold on to the Truth.

I don't know what you readers are personally going through.
But I suspect there is heartache out there. And maybe medical issues or emotional issues.
Maybe you feel very alone.
I pray that when you come here, you will feel like someone understands.
Even if we may never meet and I might never get the chance to wrap my arms around you, I want you to know that the God that created you IS there with you in your sorrow and in your pain as He has been so ever present in mine.

I love this song by Hillsong United and I pray it blesses you today as you ponder upon the sacrifice Christ made to pull us out of the wreckage.

Light Shining Out of Darkness

I am clinging to these words this weekend as I struggle:

Light Shining Out of Darkness

William Cowper (1731–1800)

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines	5
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread	10
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence	15
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.	20
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

Dark In A Light World

I love these eyes. I love the way they are so expressive and they light up when I sing Itsy Bitsy Spider. I love how they follow me around the room with the question lingering in the air, "Um...Mom, where do you think you are going?" I love how lately they have been focused to the TV when Barney comes on, just like all the siblings before her did as toddlers. I love how they are trained to the back door at just the moment when Daddy will be home. I love how these eyes will close with the perfect combination of pacifiers (yes plural!), lovies, a white noise sheep, a blanket, books, a cd playing lullabies, and most recently a talking purple puppy.  

 Her crib is the party place, people!!

One day, all too soon though, these eyes will come home from school filled with tears. 

Because someone was mean. 

Because someone didn't want to sit by her at the lunch table. 

Because kids laughed or looked at her funny.

My eyes cried over all the same things. I wasn't thin enough. I wasn't popular enough. My jeans weren't expensive enough. But, I could have changed those things about me if I had wanted to or had the means to. The big difference between this little girl and me, is that some of this hurt that my precious daughter might encounter will be racially based.  

And she can't change that. 

Because she has dark brown skin. Because she has black curly hair in beads or barrettes that can't be brushed and braided at the sleepovers. Because laying out by the pool will not produce a tan. Because she doesn't fit our standard of beauty. And if you don't think that standard isn't white...then just do a little research on the racial make-up of Ms. America over the past 40 years. 

If you think she wouldn't be picked on simply for being black, because you know "times have a changed and all"...then you are wrong. And if you think only kids whose parents "taught" them racism are racist, than you are wrong. Take for example Isaac's kindergarten best friend whose mom later confessed to me that on the way to Meet the Teacher, her son had said "I sure hope there are no brown kids in my class". She of course was aghast at this because she had not said anything negative about black people (or so she thinks) so when she questioned him about it, he said: "well I have just never been around brown skinned people." Now he quickly got over this and he and Isaac became inseperable...but still, it was there on that day in this child's mind.

There is a documentary that has not released in theaters near us yet, called Dark Girls. 

I have been following their facebook page for a year now waiting for them to come to Dallas.

The documentary is about the racism that exists within America (and all cultures really) with the darkest of us being considered the least worthy. I can't wait to see it. I think it will be really eye opening as to what my baby girl will go through because her birthmother is dark and she will be dark too. And the implications of this are far reaching.

Then just today I stumbled upon a blog that I spent over an hour absorbing, written by an adult adoptee who is African American but was raised by a white family in a white suburb and went to a white only school. Her writing is powerfully strong, raw and real...just the way I like it. Her words and story made me really have to reflect on the fact that my kids will be adults one day with their own interpretations about what it meant to be raised as a black child in a white world. The blog author's name is Lisa Marie and she tours and tells her story all over the nation, even going to PACT camp in California which is a camp for Transracial adoptive families to come to once a year to allow their kids to experience their culture. Please go read her post titled "Things I wanted to say" as she reflects on her time with the adoptive parents at camp.This line struck me the most, "Be willing and committed to struggle with the notion of “white privilege” and understand that race and the idea of “being racialized” is not something that you or your kids ‘finally get’ and then everything is cool."

This struck me because I take pride in the fact that I do read, read, read as she suggests and I blog and dialogue about race issues ALOT. But, I have to admit I have gotten quite complacent in our mostly white world. Billy made the point that in a years time, our family went from one African American member to THREE and we are just now coming out of the fog of having an infant. But going to MLK Jr. parades and Juneteenth celebrations are not enough. Granted two of my doctors I see on a regular basis and the kids school principal are all dark black women, so I am thrilled that my kids can see professional African Americans. But that is not enough.  Jayden is one of about 8 African American kids in his Pre-K class and I am so happy about that, but even that is not enough.

This morning I ventured into a Barber shop I had noticed awhile back literally 3 minutes from my house. I had walked into it one Saturday and looked around, noted that ALL the men and customers were African American, smiled and asked how much kids cuts are and vowed I would be back! I'm sure they thought "what is with the white woman?" So today I took Jayden in and they called him "Little man" and the barber fluffed his head with the powder brush and edged it for over 15 minutes....lots of attention to detail. At the end they sprayed "sheen" on his head, a product I have never seen before and now plan on purchasing. In the background was hip hop music. On the bench was an elderly black man reading a magazine.

And I thought to myself, "my son belongs here." I believe his memory of his first two and a half years comes flooding back in scents, sounds, feelings NOT in words. Without constant exposure to the things of his racial culture, he will lose it all. I reflected on all that he lost when he was taken from his "roots". I know he has gained so much...the ability to grow up with his brother...the chance at having sisters and dogs and a Dad, a clean drug free home without violence. But he lost a part of his identity that we cannot give him back.

Don't get me wrong, I do not ascribe to the belief that black kids raised by white parents have no chance at knowing and learning their identity. And it is not just wishful thinking that puts me at that conclusion. I believe that it all depends on how dedicated their parents are to this cause of racial acceptance and self worth. But I do believe there is a loss there that we cannot predict how they will internalize into adulthood...for all of my kids. I plan on becoming much more intentional about how I view our role in the black community. As I said on Facebook today while I was posting some of these links: Did God call us to be comfortable or did he call us to be impactful? Its not just for my kids that I enter their racial world...it is for ME too so that I can better understand the beauty in God's sovereign design. 

I also plan on unpacking these types of topics in further blog posts as I seek out more and more information. I want to talk about this idea that is out there in blogland: black babies seen as being the hippest accessory to a white woman. I want to talk about what it means to have birth children who are white and an adopted black child right there in the middle or at the end, and the implications that has on their sense of self. I want to talk about why in the world it is quite popular for adoptive families to go over to Africa to adopt, when the race that waits the longest in the U.S. foster care system is black and domestic infant adoption agencies across the board have less families to parent black newborns than white. These issues I WILL address on this blog.

Please join in the discussion in a respectful way. It is only through education and our intentional efforts, that we can give our kids the best chance to grow up in a global world. I do always enjoy hearing what you think on these topics.

Summer Plannin'

Every summer I have to start planning our schedule by May because a lot of summer camp registrations begin then. So I downloaded some free calendars for the months of
 June- August, printed and taped cute clip art to them...and let Vivi color in the titles.

 

I am sure there are craftier and cuter ways of doing this, but I like easy these days!

 Then I filled in with pen and marker the events I have already registered for and know will happen.

On the back I write the things I want to happen (movies, snow cone places to visit, indoor play places, waterparks, anything with free admission,etc.) and their dates...so I can remember to go to them and/or register.

 

Everything else gets written in pencil, cause you just never know!

 

 Then based on costs of things, Billy and I will write up a budget for

 trips, tuitions and entertainment money.

This keeps my summer flowing and everyone has something they can look forward to.

PLUS when a friend wants to have a playdate I have ideas of places we can go, and I know just what days and times we are available. I especially look forward to summer because one of my closest friends is a teacher and she gets to join me as a stay at home mom for 3 months. Woohoo!! Paaarrtay!

Can you tell I am ready for the school year to end?! 

Four more weeks for Vivianna and five more weeks for the boys until SUMMER!!!!

Spoon Fed

 Jasmine has learned how to use her toddler spoon.

 

She couldn't be more pleased with herself!

 But sometimes the most effective way to feed your face...

 Is to use your hands!

Hope In The Midst Of Pain

 Today I was in pain...again.

 Terrible pain...still am which explains the up and blogging on the couch at midnight!

I went to my neurologist and he gave me "trigger point injections" in my neck...6 very painful shots, and one in my arm for an acute migraine. The shots weren't has painful as my emotions that flooded the treatment room...using up half a box of kleenex for my deep anxiety and distress over all this suffering I have had to endure for way too long.

Then I went to the Chiropractor and she gave me my x-ray results (maladjusted spine, hip, and neck) and my treatment plan for the next 6 months which is surprisingly affordable, although time consuming.

However, she gave me more than a big fat bill.

She gave me HOPE.

Hope that maybe...just maybe she can fix the problem and not just numb the pain.

Well she didn't say maybe, she said she WILL. 

But my skepticism says, maybe.

So we will see. 

I will call tomorrow to confirm the beginning of my treatment.

More importantly, I have to add that she was not the only ray of hope in my terrible no good, chronic pain filled day.

First of all, your words of encouragement...dear readers have

 lifted my spirits more than you know. 

I love my kids and I love my husband, and I love my Jesus and my church 

and my pets and my sweet, loyal friends.

But I also love, love, LOVE this blog and all of you.

Look...I bought my domain name! No more "blogspot" for me!

You all are always there for me...day and night, from around the world.

You come for some reason to read my words and delight with me in my pictures and projects.

Bringing me hope and comfort and encouragement.

I want you to know I notice, and I reflect on what you say.

It matters very much to me.

Take for example this little ray of sunshine that was on my doorstep today, after a college friend read my blog and my frequent whiney facebook statuses and was led by the Holy Spirit to love on me in a very tangible way:

 Included in this fun surprise was a super cute note that said she wanted to make snack time easier for me and the kids!

Oh how excited these kids were to see these treasures! Some of which they never get from me, like chewy cavity-providing "fruit snacks"
Boy, were they happy to tear into those prized treats. 

Me too actually....Yummy!

What a caring gift.
I wish I was this thoughtful.

And another ray of HOPE today...visiting with my friend's plush little newborn baby boy and hearing about her 25 hours of labor and TWO and a HALF hours of pushing that 10 pound bundle of sweetness out of her body! If that girl can survive THAT, than I think I can tackle nerve pain and headaches!

My final ray of HOPE came in talking to two friends, one of which used to be a counselor before becoming a stay at home mom and she has grown accustomed these days to providing me with free services over the phone from states away as I lament over my circumstances and the emotional turmoil that I think has led to some of these symptoms!!  :) Well...she is my best friend so it is not really fair to say that, but I tell you she is great in the comfort area! She and I agreed that Biblical counseling would be a great thing for me and I told her that I would pray for God to drop it into my lap because I did not know where to begin to look for something like that and I am quite the difficult cookie to crack when it comes to personal care of any kind. You should see my chipped toe nail polish. 

Frightful.

So...my second friendship conversation ended after an hour of all kinds of other subjects and landed on the subject of counseling to which she told me about a center very close to my house that offers FREE Biblical counseling. One of our church elders is a counselor there.

 She has been there and loves, loves, loves it. WOW. Who knew, right?

Well apparently a lot of people did, and the Lord obviously did too!!

On a day I was feeling down and vulnerable, and unloved and forgotten, my Father swooped in and picked me up and held me. He has provided Billy's family members who have called and comforted me greatly. He has provided a husband who came home from work quite early to allow me time at the doctor. He has provided a treatment plan for my physical and (hopefully very soon) emotional health. He has provided friends who give me advice and gifts and words of love and always point me back in the right direction.

I watched a Taylor Swift documentary yesterday in bed on the Nook while I was trying to "manage" my pain...whatever that means, HA!! And she had a scene in a concert where she says she always lays down prostrate during a break in a song she wrote about a boyfriend leaving her. The part that got me is where she said at one concert early on, she reached out her arms during this moment and young girls began to grab and hold her hands. She said she extended the time in that position because the feeling of girls coming around her and comforting her felt so, so good to her soul. 

I cried when I saw that simple little scene.

The idea of physical comfort to a hurting heart and body was so poignant to me as such a real need for people to have. People truly need to feel and be loved deeply.

It is a journey I am hoping to go on in counseling.

I think it will lead to real healing for my body and soul.

Today I had a glimmer of this deep love manifested in several ways, through the provision of my Lord and Savior.

And I want to soak that up.

To bathe deeply in it.

Tonight I am in pain. Again.

But on this night I am not without 

HOPE.

Pain

 

I wasn't able to blog over the weekend (or go to church or Jayden's TBall game...or even answer phone calls) because I was in too much pain. If you have been following this blog for awhile, you will remember that I have blogged occasionally about my medical issues which have ranged from vertigo to reproductive problems. For a year, I have also had intense headaches which recently (since January) are a daily occurance with no relief. I had an MRI done a couple weeks ago with my headache specialist and it showed intense muscle spasms in my neck. I went to a Chiropractor on Friday and their x-rays showed that the problem is in my neck as well. This is causing Central Nervous System problems like back and leg pain, headaches, tingling and numbness in my hands, burning sensation in my neck and shoulders, and on and on. It is nonstop and nothing brings relief. Sleeping actually makes it worse so in addition I am battling insomnia. 

This has been incredibly difficult for me to deal with. I am having to take care of 4 kids with chronic pain that is sometimes on the 9 and 10 intensity scale. You can imagine how bad my headaches get with a toddler who tantrums at the top of her very powerful lungs 4-6 times a day.

I think I have lived with this pain for so long that I just ignored a lot of stuff until it got SO bad this weekend I can't ignore it. I am hoping the headache Dr. can get me in ASAP for injections to my neck and I am also praying hard that the Chiropractor can bring me back to health, which at this point I don't even know what that feels like. Thank you, friends for praying with me.

I took a photo of all the different meds I have been prescribed in a years time.

I take 4 daily now and am hoping to get of ALL meds if my health improves.

 

 Ridiculous, isn't it?

Fairy Sisters

Last October, I shopped for Halloween costumes for the first time at a consignment shop. 

With four kids, costumes sure can add up so this was just greatness for us and the budget!

 I will try to do it every year.

Me and everyone else in town apparently had this idea. Either that, or I was a little late to this game, cause we got to the store 15 minutes before opening on their Halloween reveal day and had to get in line behind 20 people. I quickly learned that many moms used this day not only for Halloween, but also to stock up on their kids dress up clothing wardrobe because just about everyone there purchased a dozen or more costumes and I knew they didn't have THAT many kids! But I learn quickly and began to snatch up anything and everything that looked cute, weeding it down to just a few in line at the register. I was able to snag these two adorable fairy costumes for probably around $10 total. Jasmine's is sized 12-18 months, so the time came the other day to let the girls have their first Sister Dress-Up Day and Vivi could not have been more thrilled!

The CUTEST fairies I have ever seen!

Jasmine's First Year Video

My good friend Ashley's husband did this video for us that we showed at Jasmine's first birthday.

He did such a great job!!

The Subject of HAIR- Part Two

 My last post on hair had such a turn out of support and interest that I thought I ought to go ahead and write a little bit more on the subject! Thank you to all of you who commented, it was a JOY to read and smile through them all! 

So in keeping with the momentum, I thought you might be interested in hearing a little about my hair care routine and styling techniques now that Jasmine is a toddler. The above tools are what I use every time to style...a wide tooth comb for detangling, a fine tooth "rat tail" comb for parting, children's styling gel for keeping the frizz down, a spray bottle filled with a mixture of distilled water (MUST be distilled to keep it smelling nice and not molding) and a few drops of Jojoba oil. And then of course my kaboodle where I store her black rubber bands and parting clips, among other things.

Like I said in the last post, I wash Jasmine's hair about every 7 days. If your daughter or son's hair is not as dry and course as mine, you would probably be fine to wash and condition every 4 days or so. If your daughter's hair is very dry with scaly patches on the scalp, I would recommend "Co-washing" which is using conditioner only every 5 days or so and then only shampooing every 2 weeks or longer. Jasmine's hair has never had an adverse reaction to being shampooed so I will continue to do it, but keep in mind that shampooing removes buildup and natural oils. So with a very dry scalp you want to keep as much oil in as possible which can be done with Jojoba oil applied directly to the hair roots daily if needed.

Jasmine has been sleeping with a satin sleep cap on her head since she was 9 months old. I found these very soft pink and purple ones at Walmart in the adult black hair care section and I use a hair ballies tie on the side or back to make the cap tighter to her size head. This keeps her cotton crib sheet from rubbing all the moisture out of her head. I also use it to cover really elaborate styles while riding in the car seat and sometimes during mealtime to keep debris out of her hair. Having your baby wear it during daytime hours around the house will get them used to keeping it on their heads in the crib. Jasmine does not attempt to take hers off anymore because I was able to monitor her attempts around the house and thwart her with a very firm "NO TOUCH!" I taught her to obey this command at a very early age so that she

would leave her hair barrettes alone too, avoiding using them as a choking hazard!

So...back to the hair care routine. After Jasmine has her hair shampooed in the bathroom sink, I put the conditioner in and then stick her in the bathtub to play for 10 minutes and get her body washed off. In the tub, I run a very wide tooth pick through her hair to detangle. Then we transfer her back to the sink, where Billy holds her in her towel while I rinse all the conditioner out. We do not use a towel on her hair, so I squeeze the water out and immediately apply the leave-in conditioner. Then she gets her robe on and if I don't have time at the moment to put her right in the hair chair, I will put her bathing cap on to keep her hair from dripping all over the couch! A sweet blog friend sent me this and a couple child sized sleep caps. Thanks again, Kelly!! 

I also have Jasmine wear this on bath days where she is sticky or smelly, but it is too soon for a hair wash.

When I am ready to pop her in her living room hair chair (a booster seat set up just for hair with a seatbelt...a MUST!) then I begin to part the hair into the style I want, using parting clips. This gives you the opportunity to add moisture to each section and really detangle the ends well. I don't do this to her overall head at this point, because 4C hair tangles up the minute you are done combing it...so at this stage I will only run a comb through to detangle as I style each small section.

 

The hair chair is super important to get a routine going that is predictable for baby...so that when she is in this seat...she knows what is coming and she has come to accept it as part of her life. Sometimes she has to be in there for up to an hour while I do difficult parting like these faux french braids I did around Valentine's Day. The tray allows me to give her snacks and toys while the TV being there gives her some distraction. At her age, she could care less at this point about TV...but it will be necessary as she gets older and has to sit longer.

So, here is a close up shot of her hair clean, moisturized, and detangled.

 Each section gets a black rubberband that I will days later clip out with finger nail clippers and throw away, to prevent strain on her head and hair breakage from pulling the rubberbands. 

This is why it is important to buy a pack of 250!

 Here is the style she is currently sporting which took me over an hour.

I attempted the Flat Rope Twists to the scalp and couldn't figure it out, so I will need to watch some more Youtube videos and come back to that. Instead I just did about a dozen or so regular pony twists with barrettes.

 She got real fiesty and started to push me away, so we took a break, which her hiney needed from sitting so long and my back and neck needed from the strain!

 Then I came back to it about 30 minutes later and here is the end result!

 I LOVE how it looks and the white barrettes go with all her outfits, 

so it is very universal from day to day.

 Like I said, we worked on the "No Touch!!" so she leaves her hair alone. I also have scolded the other kids many times that we do not touch Jasmine's hair. Of course she goes to the mall playground and every little girl flocks over to play with the barrettes. I usually just smile and scoop her up saying something like "doesn't she have such pretty hair!" 

It is really important to protect your child's personal space and sense of safety and well being, by not allowing strangers to try to pick them up or touch their hair or skin. 

 Afterall, she is not in a petting zoo. 

She is a human being!

I have encountered this a lot lately.

 I feel HONORED to have this child as my daughter. I will admit like so many of you feel too, when she was a newborn and I began to read hair blogs and sites, I got so overwhelmed and scared that I would not know what to do or have the skills! This has been a real learning curve for me that I have truly enjoyed. I feel so proud to take her out and have people exclaim, "who did her hair?"

Well...her Mama did, of course!

The Subject of HAIR

 Jasmine has a whole lot of hair for a one year old. Some Mamas of black daughters lament the fact that their daughter's hair is really close to the scalp and can do very little with it. I feel incredibly blessed that my baby's hair has continued to grow and is at a length (except for the way back of her head) that allows me to do just about anything. Her styles last anywhere from 3 days to a week. The night before hair washing day, I usually try to take the style out to give her atleast 12 hours of "free hair" to let her scalp rest.

 

Here is the morning after this Easter style was removed.

   

 I bought her some new products that I had to drive out to Whole Foods Market to find. These are not cheap, people! But I will do what I have to for my kids to have proper hair and skin care. 

 I was also able to find Curling Custard from this line at Target, so I have been using that both on Jasmine and Vivi...with better results on Vivi because Jasmine's hair is just very tight, thick, and coarse so not much allows her to have her hair free for longer than a few hours without looking unkept. Jasmine has what is considered 4C hair, the kinkiest they come! If you want more information about hair types, check out this chart. http://www.curls.biz/curly-hair-type-guide.html
Vivianna would be considered 3b in comparison.

One thing that is very important for both girls has been to comb through their wet hair in the tub while the conditioner is still in it, before I rinse it out. This helps in detangling with the least amount of damage to the ends as possible. Also, on both girls I do not every towel dry their hair, as this causes frizz. I will squeeze out excess water with my hands and then put robes on them as they drip dry. Vivi has her hair washed, conditioned, and leave-in applied every 2-3 days while Jasmine has this routine done about every 7 days.

I have been thankful for a Facebook hair and skin care group that has helped give me some good tips and options for hairstyles, along with a couple of websites. I have gotten my best advice from white mamas of black daughters, actually! I am always so proud to see Moms who really want to learn how to style and care for their daughter's naturally curly hair vs. just letting it go wild. Almost weekly I am asked by someone how I learned how to do Jasmine's hair and I say "just like all things in parenting, you seek out information and then just learn as you go!"

I have been using beads a lot lately with great results. I am going to try a style called "Flat Rope Twists" very soon. I am quite nervous about this because it is time consuming, plus my hair parting skills are not refined yet and this requires some serious parting to accomplish. So we will see! If it doesn't turn out too bad, I will post pictures!

Fire Truck Birthday Party

My nephew had his 4th birthday at a firehouse. It was very cute!