Elsa's Baptism

On the morning of 4th of July, Elsa Lelise Christine was baptized and became a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Elsa has been learning about the gospel of Jesus Christ since she moved here a year and a half ago and was so excited to make this choice.

[Elsa was baptized wearing the same dress I wore, as well as both of my sisters, Alexandra, and Lorelai.]

I am so proud of Elsa. She truly is Christlike - she is kind, charitable, forgiving, and compassionate.

Following the baptism, we hosted a luncheon at our home.

My friend and neighbor, Esther, made Elsa a cupcake dress in honor of the day.

Spectacular, no?

And some gifts for the girl of honor...

   

Elsa, admiring her very own set of scriptures. 

She especially loved how her name was engraved on the cover.

Matthew 3:16 And Jesus, when he was baptized, went up straightway out of the water: and, lo, the heavens were opened unto him, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove, and lighting upon him

How To Feed Your Child While They Sleep: A Tutorial

It's breakfast time but your sweet little one is still sound asleep. The beauty and brilliance of a g-tube is that you can feed your child without waking them. I honestly feel that g-tubes are one of the greatest inventions of all time.

To start, make a nutritious meal. I change things up for Elisabeth, making her different things on different days - just like you would for any other child.

Today I cooked her some oatmeal:

Then I put it in the blender with a banana, whole milk, and a heaping spoonful of peanut butter:

Liquify:

Now that the meal is prepared, pour the desired amount into a measuring cup and prime the tube with water:

Next, quietly - oh, so quietly - tiptoe into the bedroom of the slumbering angel...

Gently, lift shirt to expose g-tube button and open cap.

Attach tube to button and pour in the prepared meal. Unlatch the tube and let gravity pull the food into the stomach. Keep pouring until all food is safely in the tummy.

Twist tube to detach and close the button cap.

Finally, pull the covers back up, kiss your baby on the head, and quietly tip toe back out the way you came.

 

Breakfast has been served.

Elisabeth the Wiggle Worm

When I left the room Elisabeth was laying on the center of the rainbow rug.

So imagine my surprise when I returned and found her clear across the room!

   

It must have taken a whole lot of sitting up, falling down, and wiggling around to make it that far.

No wonder a little while later she looked like this:

Exhausted.

  

Never fear, after I took these pictures I promptly put a big bean bag chair alongside the couch in case she woke up and got to wiggling again!

Track Stars

Ladies and Gentlemen...

What we have here are two track stars.

Lorelai and Elsa recently competed at the  
Inland Northwest Junior Olympic Championships
and they rocked it!!!!

Lorelai won 3rd place in the long jump, 8th place in the 100 m, and 4th place in the shot put.

Check out her arms!

Elsa won 2nd place in both the long jump and the 100 m.

And...both girls qualified in all events to move on to the regional championships next month!

A Story About a Fitbit.

Remember ten days ago or so when I was feeling like a failure in regards to my mountaineering training? Well, on that day Donald went out and bought me a Fitbit as a form of encouragement. It's been a fun way to keep track of my hikes, steps, calories, etc. I love it! A few days later, Alexandra used some of her savings to buy one also, eager to get in on the action.

With Father's Day only a week away I knew the girls should give one to Donald. That way he could join in on step challenges and monitor his daily activity as well. So Alexandra, Lorelai, and Elsa picked out Fitbit with a nice orange band and hid it away until the big day.

Let me tell you - that week was almost unbearable. Every day the girls and I heard how 'it's too bad I don't have one', and 'everyone has one but me', and 'they are on sale at Costco, I should go buy one', and on and on and on... I kept making excuses like, 'we have a lot of expenses coming up, better not spend the money right now'.

The girls and I would laugh to each other. Donald is not one for patience.

Finally, Father's Day arrived.

This was Donald's reaction when he opened that coveted Fitbit:

Let the step challenges, begin!

A Divine Being

Two rays of sunshine.

  

Elisabeth Elva, age 7.

A Story About A Doll

You might recall that when Elisabeth was in the hospital three weeks ago, Elsa was devastated. She crawled into the bed alongside her and cried tears of worry. Before she left, she nestled her treasured doll in close to Elisabeth and told her to keep it until she came home.

Little did she know how much Elisabeth would love that doll. Lizzy has always gravitated towards dolls that are soft and easy to...shall we say...bite, which is why she has quite the sock monkey collection. But Elsa's doll was the exception to the rule. She didn't reject it as she does so many toys  we try giving to her, but held it tight.

A few days after Elisabeth was discharged from the hospital I discovered the doll sitting on Elisabeth's bed along with this note:

My heart melted.

Before Elsa moved here, I wondered what she would think of Elisabeth and worried that she would be frightened by her, not having seen things like seizures and g-tubes before. I was so concerned, in fact, that I brought Elisabeth's picture with us to Ethiopia and had the doctor at the orphanage explain to Elsa about her.

But my worries were for naught. I will never forget the day Elsa first walked through our front door. Alexandra and Lorelai took her in to meet Elisabeth and Elsa just smiled with pure love and acceptance. She wasn't confused or scared. Their sisterly bond was immediate.

Yesterday morning I went in to check on Elisabeth and this is how I found her:

 

Fast asleep with her arm wrapped around Elsa's cherished doll, the doll she so selflessly gave to her little sister. 

I am a lucky mother. Lucky to witness such acts of love between my children. I know I am supposed to be the one teaching them about life and love and compassion, but in reality, they are the ones that teach me.

Heartache is Real

When I showed Elsa the picture collages we are sending to her mother in Ethiopia she grinned ear to ear. But as she smiled I noticed tears welling in her eyes.

It is an emotional thing, to go through what she has gone through, to lose one parent to death and then have the other one voluntarily give you up while keeping your siblings. Elsa has a very healthy understanding of it all. I am careful to explain that her mother loved her so much that she wanted her to have food, and doctors, and an education. But even with the knowledge that it was done out of love, emotions are real, loss is real, heartache is real.

So when she saw the pictures that her mother and siblings would see of her life here in America, she cried.

I hugged her and told her how proud her mom was going to be of her,

"You are doing everything she wants you to do. She is going to be so happy when she see's that you have been going to school, and learning to play the piano, and dancing in a ballet recital, and going on fun vacations. This is exactly what she wanted for you. She wanted you to come to America so you could have all of these opportunities - you are doing everything just right. She is still your mom, she will always be your mom. And I'm your mom, too. You get two moms. That makes you extra special. So keep on doing every you are doing, you are making us both so happy."

And it's truth.

Here are pictures of Elsa at her ballet recital :

 

Do you see why I'm so proud?

Elisabeth is my Mona Lisa

The sideways glance - it's everywhere we go. When Elisabeth is out in public she attracts it; people can't help but look her way. Adults try to make it subtle - they've been taught not to stare. Children are always more bold, pointing and asking questions, but parents are quick to hush them.

I know why they look, indeed, I know why they can't help but look. Life is full of the expected, with common sights and everyday routines. So when something different appears, something that breaks up the monotony, it is near impossible not to stare. Elisabeth is unique, Elisabeth is different, Elisabeth is out of the ordinary.

But is that a bad thing? No.

We, as humans, are drawn to things of beauty. I recall seeing the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel in Vatican City and the Mona Lisa in Paris. Masses of people stood and stared, amazed at the sight of art so rare and valuable. Even last month while traveling in California, a Maserati passed us on the freeway. 'Look!' Donald exclaimed. Then we sped up and gazed, impressed by its luxury and elegance.

As I see it, Elisabeth is a Mona Lisa, a Sistine Chapel, a Maserati. She is rare and precious. People don't stare because they are horrified, they stare because they are mesmerized. And oh, the pride I feel when I see people look! (Truth be told, I secretly assume everyone wishes she was their own.) She is a child perfect and pure, with an angelic nature that radiates. Don't hide your stares. Come meet her, come ask questions, come let her change your life. I promise she will. She changed mine. 

Indeed, she can change the world.

The Last Day 2015

The last day of...

1st grade

~ Elisabeth Elva ~

1st grade

~ Elsa Lelise ~

Elsa with her Spanish and English teachers. Alexandra and Lorelai both had these same teachers for Kindergarten and 1st grade as well. I remember saying to them when Lorelai finished 1st grade how sad we were that we didn't have another child entering their classroom. Little did we know at that point that Elsa would join our family! On Friday, when school let out, I found myself once again saying, 'There are no more Sorenson girls to be in your class,' but then immediately thought, 'Never say never'. :)

4th grade

~ Lorelai Leigh ~

In the fall Lorelai will be a 5th grader and rule the school! And not only has she been promoted to the 5th grade, but she has been promoted to a level 5 gymnast!

6th grade

~ Alexandra Louise ~

Alexandra recovered from mono in record time and was able to attend school for last day festivities. She texted me this picture mid-morning.

The now-second-graders:

Can you tell how excited Elsa was for the last day?

All Elisabeth wanted to do was go back to bed.

The girls arrived at school with pineapples in hand to give to their teachers as a token of thanks.

After school we took the girls out for some celebratory shaved ice. 

Another school year in the books.

 Let summer begin!!!!

Tomorrow: The traditional year-end videos of the children speaking in Spanish!

The Daughter We Share

 

Elsa, several years ago when she was first sent to the orphanage.

Once upon a time, Elsa lived in the remote village of Dunchai in the Gambella region of Ethiopia, the youngest of three children. When Elsa's father died, her mother relinquished her since she simply didn't have the means to provide for her. 

And so she came to join our family. The past 19 months have been pure joy - Elsa is compassionate, happy, and brave. I marvel at all she has learned and experienced in the short time she has been in America - from Disneyland, to riding a bike, to dancing in The Nutcracker ballet. To move here and adapt so courageously only shows what an incredible human Elsa is. It is an honored to call her my daughter.

But for all the joy I have felt, there is a small part of me that aches for her mother back in Ethiopia. I simply can't imagine what it must have felt like to say goodbye. I heard a quote once that perfectly summarizes my emotions:

"A child born to another woman calls me mom. The depth of the tragedy and the magnitude of the privilege are not lost on me."     -- Jody Landers

I have desperately longed for a way to let Elsa's mother know that all is well; that I am loving and teaching and protecting her child as my own.  

And my opportunity just arrived. 

Through connections we have made in the adoption community we learned about someone traveling to Elsa's remote village and are able to send pictures to be given to her mother. I am overjoyed! So I've gone through thousands of pictures and picked out some favorites to share. It is my hope that these pictures will bring peace to her heart and that she will know all is well for the daughter that we share.

Here are the collages I put together. They will be on their way to Ethiopia by weeks end!

 

 

A Difference of Opinion

Someone once told me I was selfish to bring Elisabeth into the world knowing she would have brain damage, one of their reasons being that she would be a burden to her siblings.

I beg to differ.