THE MAGIC PHONE CALL...

I got the magic phone call today.  Of course it came when I was out shopping for diapers.  When I got back there where 3 messages waiting for me all of them from the adoption agency.  I can't believe that I can actually go home.  Loren is making arrangments as I'm typing this.  Yes kids, I'm on my way.
Parker told me on the phone last night that I better be home in a few days or he would freak out.

Sunday, sweet day of rest

Hope slept a lot better last night and has taken a few good naps today.  Which means I actually got some sleep too.
  Loren and I looked up church buildings before we came, thinking that we might make it to church.  However, with Hope's early arrival we decided it best to keep her way from all of the people and the germs.  But some sweet member here put a book of mormon in the night stand drawer. So I've been able to read some today.   We have been so blessed to be able to bring sweet little Hope into our lives.  And even though it seems like it's taking forever to get home, I wouldn't change it for the world. Hope's birth mother has lived a very colorful and hard life.  It has opened my eyes to just how blessed I am to have grown up with the gospel in my life.  And to have friends and family that love me.  I hope that our family can bring these blessings into little Hope's life as well.

Needing a nap

Hope sleeps good the first part of the night and then not so well the second half.  Last night after her 2:00 a.m. feeding she decided to be awake ever hour.  She usually sleeps about 2 hours at a time during the day.  But not today.  45 minutes to 1 hour is the best she's done.  She just wants to be held but I can't sleep that way.  This is going to be a long day.  No nap yet.

Still in Florida

No magic phone call today.  Looks like I'm here for another weekend.  We did laundry today.  Okay, I did laundry and Hope watched.  She was awake for about 1 hour.  She grabbed a fist full of her own hair and started to cry.  She thought someone was hurting her.  I couldn't explain to her that she did it herself.  But it would have been nice if I could.  I had to carefully open her hand and moved it away.  She stopped crying, instantly.  I remember Braden doing the same thing when he was a baby.  Those silly tiny hands hang on to anything.
My camera battery died last night, so no new pictures until I get home.