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More kids!?

Dont worry, it’s not what you’re thinking. I’m not pregnant, again, and I’m not fostering or adopting anyone. But Jordan and Halle DID choose a “brother and sister” last night.

We were minding our own business during the Toby Mac concert by eating (lots of food in our Jazz suite), dancing and laughing. There were several opening acts before Toby came out, and they were all good. One of the people started talking about how if there were 100 people in the world, everyone there in the Vivint arena would represent the first person standing in the line — as far as physical blessings were concerned. I totally agreed with his logic, and that because of this, we all have a responsibility to do what we can to help out the people “in the back of the line”.

He talked about a program where you can sponsor a child in another part of the world, and he showed pictures with his own sponsored “son”. Then he offered to the crowd of thousands of people to pick their own child to sponsor and asked who was interested. Scattered through the area were people raising their hands and volunteers were bringing them profiles of children to look at.

I started raising my hand, and then jumping up and down, because people don’t pay attention to the weirdos in the box, or maybe they can’t see us, I don’t know. Either way, nobody was listening to me. I turned back to look at Jon and he smiled because he knew I was on a mission! He gave me some cash because I didn’t have any, and I grabbed Jordan and Halle’s hand and left the suite to find a child to sponsor.

“Mom, I can’t wait to pick out a little sister! Mom, can I sponsor a little sister?” Halle asked me as we made our way down do the main floor. “A SISTER!?” Jordan yelled! “I already have enough sisters! Six is enough!”

So I did what any (in)sane person would do; I let them each sponsor a child! It was really cool because as we were picking who we’d slonsor, the artist/speaker (I don’t know his name) came out and took a picture with us!

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Halle found Merlyn first and she was sure about her choice. She wanted a younger sister that “loved to draw”. There were several of those, but she connected with her. She’s from Guatemala and has such a sweet look about her. Halle is excited to be her pen pal and send her clothes. She said, “I just had a feeling about her that she was right.” She’s upstairs right now packing up her build-a-bear to ship overseas! I don’t think Merlyn as any idea what’s about to hit her!

Jordan, on the other hand, was a lot more particular. He made us visit four different tables with many options on each one, until he found Waner. He also wanted a little brother who liked to draw and one he could possibly meet someday. Waner lives in the Dominican Republic and we have friends that live there, so we thought maybe it would be an option. He also wanted him to be younger that him, and he recently turned 5 on January 31st. Jordan said “He looks like a good younger brother and he likes drawing so we can send each other pictures.”

So, true to “Moss style” Jon and I brought 14 kids to the concert and we left with 16! If you want to sponsor a child, too, you can contact this company:

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It is overwhelming to think how many kids need help and that a child starves to death every three seconds, somewhere in the world. But we can each do something. I’ll be paying $38.00 a month, each, to Merlyn and Waner. It will be well worth the experience our family will have of learning from them and sharing our blessings with them.

And so in celebration, we danced the rest of the night away!

 

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The Cub Scout

I don’t know about you, but being a Mother of boys is weird. Their whole life, they wear simple shirts, basic pants or shorts, and pretty average shoes. There aren’t that many options for haircuts for them, (unless you’re like me and shave MOM into the back of their head) and their socks are basically black or white. Their ties are probably the most exciting thing they wear to show their individuality and even that is pretty boring.

Enter Boyscouts.

What in the world are these people thinking? Today was the first day I had to get Jordan’s patches sewn on his shirt and I nearly had a breakdown. I asked Jordan where I was supposed to attach all of those things and he told me the arm, so I started sewing it on the arm. Then I decided that I’d better first check online…

Needless to say, I got out the blue thread and started sewing. I couldn’t figure out why it was so hard to sew on the patch until Ella walked out and started laughing. She told me it was iron on but it was too late. I was confused because it said it was a temporary patch that was changed out each year. I couldn’t figure out why I’d glue something on each year and then have to rip it off. Anyway, here is the video. It’s a lot easier to watch than to explain myself.

Click Link Below:

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MOM

I never planned on humiliating my son.

First, I got a call from our nanny, Kelsey, letting me know that Jordan and Keegan’s little sister, Leelah, had cut each others hair for fun. I was at Brighton’s soccer game with Jon, and I about died. This isn’t the first time we have had hair issues with Jordan.

This first time was CRAZY HAIR DAY! All of his sisters were getting their hair done up for this special day at school, and Jordan complained, “MOM, there is nothing BOYS can do to have crazy hair. It’s so BORING!!! I HATE this!!!”

It only took a minute to remember his life long dream of having “hair like my Grandpa Moss…” (who is bald), so I whipped out those trimmers and went crazy town! Kelsey was standing there laughing, his sisters were laughing, and i have to admit that I was snickering a bit. I thought he would be horrified, but he LOVED it! He thought he was the coolest cat around, and I felt proud of my work.

12238429_10208491314226730_5512891673578229477_oJordan’s hair gradually grew out and it started to look a little less like a seven-year old Grandpa. I actually like him with some hair on his head, but the second Jon had the chance to shave it back off, he did. He likes a buzz on a boy’s head for summer…and even though it was early April, he was ready.

I waited a month again and I had visions of Jordan’s hair being longer on top and shaved on the sides like all the other boys are doing now… and then this happened. Thank goodness Leelah’s long blonde hair wasn’t as horrible as I first imagined.

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May the 4th be with you, Jordo!

Jordan Realizes his mistake VIDEO

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That’s right, he finally realized what he had done. I let him know that he’d have to go to school the next day with his new “do” and I’d shave it off after school. I thought this was the best way to teach him a lesson.

When he returned yesterday afternoon, I was ready to erase his mistake … until I heard that he lied to everyone at school and told them that I messed up when I was cutting his hair, and that’s way it looked so awful. After a bit of discussion about lying, I told him that now he’d have to wait until tomorrow to get it shaved off, and I could finish off his hair cut to my liking, because everyone thought I had done it anyway.

Seeing as this weekend was Mother’s Day, I chose this festive design. He can’t decide if he’s horrified or if it’s kind of funny. Either way, I don’t think he will cut his own hair, or his friends long locks of hair, again.

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I mean, what else was I supposed to do?

Happy Mother’s Day to all my lovely friends!

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And sitting in the midst of all this excitement, is Marley. Steady. Bored. And completely enjoying her life.

Miss Marley Video

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