Things a Newborn helps you remember.

It’s been over 7 years since we brought home our first Son. It’s amazing how time flies. It’s also amazing all the things you forget about having a newborn. Here are a few things that Cash has helped me remember.

I remember that you don’t need 6-8 hours of sleep to function like a normal human. Cash has reminded us that you can function on 3 or less for multiple days in a row.

I remember that you don’t need extra money. You think you need a savings account that continues to swell weekly. Cash has reminded us that diapers, formula and child care are expensive.

I remember when I could come home from work and relax. Everyone needs a few chill minutes after a wild day at work. Cash has reminded us that “taking it easy” is overrated. There is always something to do with a newborn. Dishes, laundry, changing diapers take away all your free time.

I remember what it’s like to stare in amazement as our older Son took his first steps, tasted a lemon for the first time or especially hit his first baseball. Cash will definitely remind us of all of these things and many many more. I’m excited to remember all of these little moments that we take for granted with our 7 year old.

I so look forward to all of our future adventures. I also look forward to teaching my boys all kinds of bad habits that drives Mom nuts! Dad life has doubled and I am super excited about it!

World Series Week

 

I’m trying to play catch up.  I really wanted to tell this story.

Ahhhh The World Series!  For anyone that knows me they know that I’m a huge Boston Red Sox fan!  Thats great and all but thats just a little part of this story.  This is a story of Jesus and prayer.

This story really starts on Sunday.  Our Pastor was up preaching and speaking on preparation.  Most people prep for the wrong thing.  We all do it, I was currently doing it. Prepping for the World Series.  Not listening to worship music at work, but instead 8 hours of baseball talk.  Not reading the Bible at home, instead several hours of Twitter and baseball blogs.  Not even really thinking about our baby boy that we would be adopting in just a few short weeks.  Baseball, that was my focus.

We were cruising along on our adoption journey the Red Sox were the best team on the planet and it was game one of the 2018 World Series!  We hadn’t heard from our Birth Mom in a few days.  My Wife was feeling concerned, but I was thinking about the batting lineup for game one.  My Wife started to reach out to the Birth Moms sister just before the game.  Then we got a message “The adoption is off”.  Thats all I read.  I started to feel sick, I wanted to cry.  I had so many questions but no one to ask.  No body would understand, nobody had an answer.  We were alone with nobody.

After reading that baseball didn’t matter, not even the world series.  We got as much info out of the sister as we could.  Didn’t help, nothing helped.  Then I had an “Ah ha” moment.  Prayer, it was default.  I did it daily, for a lot of people and for a lot of different things.  In that moment I realized I had to pray…a lot.  I needed everyone to pray.  I sent texts to family, friends and coworkers.  I asked for prayers for us, for the baby and for the Birth Mom.  Yep, especially her.

I had many people comment that they thought I was crazy.  After all she took the unborn baby away from us.  She crushed us!  But I knew that it had to be done. It didn’t make sense but I was learning a lesson from God.  Those are the most valuable lessons there are.  Pray, even when it doesn’t make sense.  Prayer is all you have and all you need.

So after a few gut wrenching days of praying daily, hourly some times every few minutes we got a call.  Can you guys come and meet Her on Sunday, the answer was obviously yes.  Thats all we could think about, neither of us could sleep after that.  What do we say to her, what do we do?  We did the thing that made the most sense, we prayed.

We met, talked and meet her needs.  Turns out there was some communicating issues on both sides.  Turned out she wanted us as bad as we wanted her.  Basically we came to an agreement that our originally agreement was still the best solution for everyone.  We were happy, she was thrilled and all was right.  We drove home and I missed most of the game.  Turns out that it would be the final game of the series.  The Red Sox won, but I felt like I was the real winner.  I learned what I already knew.  Jesus loves us and prayer works if its Gods will.  His whole plan is perfect even though there are some rain clouds, it always ends up sunny.

Admittedly I watched the last 3 innings at home alone, where this bumpy ride started.  I was into the game.  When the final pitch was thrown and the Red Sox won I lost it.  I cried uncontrollably.  Not because the Sox won but because I could feel the love of Jesus pumping thru me, and it is awesome! IMG_1803

When Chris Sales hand went up my heart boiled over with the love of God, and to me this picture represents that moment.  In the future I will be just as passionate about Red Sox baseball, but its going to have to take a back seat to the passion I feel for Jesus.

As for the adoption, everything went perfect.  On Nov 9th at just after 11 pm Cash entered this world.  Happy and healthy.  So you wanna see a picture?56411026393__4350FBE2-E724-4CB7-BB28-E4AABBEBA644

Yep, he’s pretty great!

Summer was like WOW

As I lay here on the couch getting ready to settle into a long evening of college football I realized summer was all but over. I’m not sure if it was a high temp in the 70s or the sight of pumpkins all over our home that made me realize this but it was true.

Where do I begin? How about the beginning! GREAT IDEA! Coops summer was pretty great. We did the day care camp at the local YMCA and I think he really enjoyed it. He made some new friends and picked up some new skills. What new skills you ask? He mastered swimming and “The Floss”. The floss, if you know you know and your not surprised. Play times with pals and swimming with friends completed the summer.

Our summer family vacation was amazing as well. It was basically a 3 stop journey themed by baseball(I loved it). First stop was Cooperstown and the Hall of Fame. I think the whole family enjoyed it. Seen some stars, walked the hall and seen the sights. I was able to check that off my bucket list, hopefully we can go back someday.

Second stop was Boston. Walked the city, watched some street shows and took in a Red Sox game at Fenway Park. Taking my Son to Fenway was great and hopefully he loved it as much as me. The Sox lost but the memories we made were amazing.

Then we headed to Cape Cod. First thing I would say about the Cape is it’s vastly underrated!!! It’s beautiful, and has everything you would want on a vacation and nothing you don’t! We watched some Cape Cod league baseball and hit the beach a bit. The weather was not great for swimming but it was perfect for everything else.

Coop started 1st grade a month or so ago and it’s unreal the growth we have seen out of him already. He is just getting so smart so quickly. He really makes me proud. I know he is going to have struggles but I think he is going to be able to work thru them just fine.

Oh and one more thing. Adoption, yea back on July 4th we meet a young lady and she agreed to let us raise her unborn baby boy. This has been a wildly emotional journey. We are super excited and can hardly wait to bring Baby Cash Jasper home. Hopefully everyone will be happy healthy and well adjusted in just a few short months. The blessings we have received are unreal. If you read this I would just ask for prayers for our family, Baby Cash and his Birth Mother. God has a plan and I can’t wait to see how we fit in.

I promise I will do better with posting. I’m sure adding Baby Cash to the mix will not effect how I post 🙄.

1st lemonade Stand

So my Son is awesome. Not just hey look at my cool bike trick awesome, I’m talking next level awesome. He is 7 years old and he ran his own lemonade stand today to raise money for our adoption process.

Yea, when I was 7 I was trying to figure how to raise money for that LJN Hulk Hogan wrestling figure. He’s better then that, and apparently better then me.

He raised over $550. He feels great about it and so do I. If more people were like my 7 year old this country we live in would be amazing. We should all try to do something selfless every now and again. Basically I’m just over here bragging about how great my Son is. Have a great weekend!

And just like that, kindergarten is over!

Seemed like we talked about it for years. We even waited an extra year to send him. Emotionally he wasn’t ready, physically and academically he was more then ready for the challenge of kindergarten. The decision we made was the right one. He’s now super confident, and academically at the top of his class.

He had some rough times this year but all in all I think he had a positive experience. He made plenty of friends and really grew into himself. My favorite thing to do is watch him grow. Win lose or draw he is trying hard and that is something I love to see.

Mrs Hulvey was the perfect teacher for him. She was stern and understanding all at the same time. She “got” Coop and we were very blessed to have her. I will say we had some bullies in the class that I’m glad we won’t have to deal with on a daily basis next year. I mean the fact that Coop was stabbed with a pencil, chased with scissors and kicked in the groin multiple times say enough.

We always made the best of those issues and in the end I think they helped him grow. Now it’s time to enjoy summer and prepare for those 1st grader adventures! Happy summer!!!

Game Ball

Our second game of the baseball season was Monday night. I say we like I actually play. I should have said Coopers 2nd game was Monday night. Anyway, it was in jeopardy the whole day since it was a cold and rainy spring-ish Indiana day. Needless to say we got the game in.

The cool part of this story happened the night before. Coop told me he wanted to get a big hit the next game. I told him he could but he would need to work at it. So we took some extra batting practice after playing catch. Then we worked on the hit stick. We worked on keeping his back foot down and driving the ball. After we were done he was pretty tired. I told him he needs to take a couple pitches in the next game. Just let the first two go bye I said. On the third ball, MASH!

Back to Monday night. I was running the pitching machine and Coop stepped into the box. He got in his stance and just froze. Pitch 1, he didn’t even move. Pitch 2, still no movement. We looked at each other, I nodded and he smiled. Pitch 3, scorched down the first base line. He was off. Rounded 1st, ran right thru 2nd. He was 2 strides past 3rd when he got held up. 3rd base coach didn’t let him score! Apparently it’s frowned upon at this level when the ball is in the infield.

Anyway, we went on to win the game and Coop was awarded the game ball!

I’m not sure if I was more proud of his triple of the fact that he put in the extra work to get it. Either way baseball is back! I hope Coop loves this game as much as I do!

Baseball season has arrived!!!

This is me trying to contain my happiness. This is also me trying not to push this great game on my seven year old. Most days of my life I talk about, watch or play baseball with Cooper. So far he seems excited about it. Do I wish we played more? Sure but I will take a few hours a weeks.

We had to make the annual trip to Dicks Sporting good for a few supplies. Our needs were a helmet, cleats and pants. Of course being a kindergartner he wanted Under Armour gear, since he’s cool and all. What ever gets him excited to play ball I suppose.

This year we are moving up to the big leauge. The pitching machine leauge. He’s ready to mash baseballs. However I’m not sure he’s ready to catch them. Our first team practice will be tomorrow. It will be held at an indoor facility since Indiana weather in March typically sucks.

I hope he gets the fact that he will have to step his game up this year. I hope baseball teaches him that if you want to be good at anything in life you need to practice. I hope baseball teaches him how to be ready and how to be patient. More then anything I hope he loves baseball with me and not because of me. Happy baseball season everyone!

7th Birthday Party…

First off I take ZERO CREDIT. My more than amazing Wife did a phenomenal job on this. Really all I did was shoot kids with nerf guns, but hey that’s something!

Here’s the rundown. We took Coop and 4 buddies to Combat Ops Arena in Fort Wayne. They have a nerf gun arena set up and it’s seriously amazing. My Wife took take of the eats. Chick-fil-A for lunch with some Crimson House cake pops. Yep it was a perfect set up.

There was some smack talk between the Boys and Dads before the battle broke out. Needless to say chaos happened. Luckily I came prepared, I had my GoPro strapped to my head.

You will get to see the battle from my point of view. That includes but not limited to myself nearly taking out a wall and ripping the inseam completely out of my pants.

I know for a fact that everyone had a phenomenal time…because they told me several times! Anyway, I’m sure all you can do it think about the GoPro footage. So here ya go, enjoy!

7 years old, just like that.

Just like that we have a 7 year old. It’s insane. He seems so grown up. He has his own group of friends. He reads. He enjoys numbers. He’s a little man. It’s absolutely wild.

My favorite thing in the world is to watch him interact with friends. He seems to be one of the popular kids. I wasn’t that’s why I have this failing blog. When I go to school to eat lunch with him kids are always trying to get his attention. They want to hang out with him…it’s cool to see.

They say your kids teaches you more then you teach them. It’s true, and if you don’t think it is you need to wake up because your asleep at the wheel.

This weekend is his actual party. If your interested in pure fun you should check back next week. If all goes well there will be a pretty epic YouTube video. Enjoy your weekend!

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