Wednesday, August 27, 2014

ace and archie today: a new video


For World Down Syndrome Day in 2011, we made a video of Ace talking about her brother, his adoption, and Down syndrome. I had no idea that the video would get the attention that it did. And I have been so thankful for all of the responses and emails I have gotten from parents who have been encouraged by it. Parents from all over the world who have just received a Down syndrome diagnosis and say that seeing our video gave them so much hope and joy in a difficult time. Those messages make all of the hateful comments from the trolls more than worth it.

(If you haven't seen that video, here it is:)



Recently, the video started circulating again...and since it is so old, we thought we would make a new video to show Ace and Archie today. Archie did not have a lot of language and his speech was very unclear back then. It's a whole different story today. He has lots of words. All day long. The words don't actually ever stop. Whether I want them to or not. 

So without further adieu, Ace and Archie today:



(My friend Jenny and I have launched a new blog where I will be doing most of my posting- check it out at www.momsyndrome.com)

Lots of Love!
Lisa 

Monday, June 2, 2014

radko james

Oh hey! It has been a while. We have had quite a bit going on around here with the addition of our new little guy! Wasn't sure when I would find time to write this post. Thanks to "anonymous" for the comment that nudged me back here.

So Radko James Eicher arrived on March 8 at....well, shoot....at sometime in the afternoon. (My brain still doesn't allow me to remember details)

Since he had given me such a rough pregnancy, I was very pleased with him when he made the delivery as easy as could be. He weighed just under 8 pounds. They flopped his little body on my chest and I fell madly in love. He was perfect.




So his name: Radko. As you may know, we were having a hard time deciding on a name. Joey wasn't loving ANY of my ideas. Yet he had no ideas of his own. None whatsoever. (That's so annoying. I mean, if you hate all of my ideas at least throw some of your own out there!) Thanks to everyone who did offer up suggestions-- we had fun looking through all of the names and were so thankful for yalls' help! 

One night I thought, "hmmm, I wonder if there are any cool Bulgarian names that we both might like." (With Archie being from Bulgaria, and Bulgaria being such a huge part of our family, I thought that would be really special.) So I made a list of ten names originating from Bulgaria that I liked. I knew which one was my favorite right away. I gave the list to Joey and asked him to look over it and pick his favorite one. He finally decided on his favorite and I told him that we would say ours at the same time. "So I counted 1, 2, 3...." and we both said "Radko!" We smiled at each other, put the list down, and that was that. Radko he would be. His name means "happy, care, and joy".  And James is my dad's first name. And my dad just happens to be an amazing man and father so we went with that. 
It's one of those names that takes some getting used to, but we LOVE it. And it is so him. Of course he has several nicknames- "Rad", "Koko", "Kokonut". But Archie prefers to call him by his full name. Every single morning he asks me, "Mom, where's Yako Jame?" (He's usually laying right next to me or in my arms...Archie just likes saying his name). Same thing when I drop him off at school. He always has to stand outside the car and yell, "bye, Yako Jame. Luh you!"


Ace and Archie have both really stepped up and been such big little helpers. I knew for sure that Ace was going to be such a little mama. But I wasn't exactly sure how Archie was going to handle it all. Ace was carrying him around the house within days home. She is a natural. 


Archie mostly just observed for a while. And I had to keep reminding him to be more careful with his floppy body, because we now have a small baby in the house. He's not the most observant child, and there have been several times where he has just flopped himself on the bed or couch right on top of Radko. And every time he's shocked, like, "Oh yeah, totally forgot this kid lives here now." And he quickly says, "Oh, sorry, Yako Jame! I didn't mean to." Archie has AMAZED me these last couple of months. He is such a big help. He has some intuition that I didn't see coming. 

The other day, I put Radko in his swing while he was asleep and went to hop in a quick (and ridiculously needed) shower. Of course, the second I got in I heard him start screaming. I turned off the water and was heading that way when it got quiet. I thought, hmmm I guess he fell back asleep. So I continued with my shower, taking my sweet time, listening for his cries as my sign to get out. It was still quiet when I finally got out. I walked into the den and found this:


Archie had gone all on his own into the kitchen and found a bottle that Radko hadn't quite finished. And was feeding him perfectly. He had one hand on his little chest and was gently rubbing it. And he had been doing that for a while. I never told them where the bottle was or to give it to him if he started crying. Nothing. He just on his own went and took care of his baby brother. My heart completely melted in that moment. 

We are starting to get into the swing of things. My bigs' behavior has been better than ever lately which is such a huge help. Because at one point, between Ace's whining and Archie's defiance I had no idea how I was gonna make it through a day. But both have been behaving so well lately, and it makes life so nice. I told Ace the other day, "I am SO proud of your behavior these days." To which she replied, "I know, mom, I have never even had behavior like this before." 

Good times. 
Lots of Love!
Lisa 











Wednesday, January 8, 2014

it's a love story (baby, just say 'yes')

Fourteen years ago today, Joey and I went on our first real date. We were fifteen years old. I was a sophomore, he was a freshman.

We had been hanging out the entire Fall semester, and he had become one of my very best friends. However, our friendship revolved mostly around him telling me which sophomore girl he thought was "hot" and me trying to put in a good word for him with said girl. 

The whole thing got old quickly, and one day I thought to myself, "this kid is such a cocky little punk." Soon after that realization,  a couple of my friends and I started the "We Hate Joey" club. I was president, and we sported the letters "WHJ" written in Magic Marker on our hands. 

This was definitely one of those "little girl throws sand on little boy because she likes him" moments. I didn't hate Joey. I far from hated him. I was secretly head-over-heels in love with him. But I was not ever going to let anyone know that...especially him. 

After the devastating fallout of the WHJ club, Joey got back into my good graces, and our friendship really started to develop. We were together every day, and when we weren't together we were talking on the phone. But of course when my friends asked, I denied any sort of feelings for him. "Are you kidding me? Ewww, no!" Was my typical response.

One of my very best friends was a senior, and she gave me a ticket to the Senior Girl's formal. It was a HUGE deal to go to Senior Girls as a sophomore. I was pretty excited to say the least. On the phone one night with Joey, he threw me a curveball and said, "so I heard you haven't asked anyone to Senior Girls yet....I will go with you." (Did I mention he was a cocky and ballsy little freshman?) I did NOT want to take him. How humiliating, taking a FRESHMAN?! But in a moment of weakness, I said, "sure, I guess that would work." (In my defense, the boy was incredibly good looking. Girls got all googly eyed just being near him. I tried so hard to pretend I wasn't one of those girls. But I so was.)


So the night of the dance came around. His entire family came to my house to take pictures. It was totally awkward. And his mom drove us, which was obviously super cool and romantic. I can remember the way he did his hair. He had cut his signature shag, and was now sporting some sort of gelled do that he clearly didn't know how to work just yet.


We ended up having a great time and I was so in love. I didn't expect that the feeling was mutual though. He was this guy that girls dreamed of being with. And I was a very simple girl. I felt certain that his interest in me was purely platonic.

But the next week, in Mrs. Sansom's fifth period geometry class, it all changed. He sat a few seats behind me in the classroom. He got up one time while we were doing independent work, and as he walked by my desk to go "ask Mrs. Sansom a question", he set a note and an unwrapped James Avery box beside my hand. I read the note first. It said things like, "you are the girl of my dreams", "you are my soulmate", "I want to spend my whole life with you." I opened up the box and dumped out the little grey pouch to find a tiny, silver James Avery ring. A little heart with a flower on each side. My heart melted, but of course I couldn't let him know that. When I looked back at him, he put his pointer finger to his lips to tell me to, "shhhh". As in "don't tell anyone, no one can know I'm not exactly the bad ass that I seem to be."



I played hard to get for a couple of days, but he didn't let up. So I finally gave in. {You're welcome, sweetheart}. And we have been together every single day since.


We were together every waking minute of every day. We passed notes all day long at school. And I saved every single one. I made a big collage out of some of my favorite parts of our notes and gave it to him for his birthday one year. This one is my all-time favorite (from me to him):

{"Oh yeah, I'm not going to be able to pick you up from soccer because there is a really good Sally Jesse Raphael coming on at 4. So do you think you could get a ride to my house?"}


Happy fourteen years, my amazing husband! I cannot imagine doing life without you.


Lots of Love!
Lisa





Friday, December 6, 2013

names: back to the drawing board

Our baby is now nameless. We decided a couple of weeks ago that we weren't really feeling like "Finn" was his name. We loved the name, and thought for sure that would be it, but it just started feeling like it wasn't right for this little guy. We knew we had totally jumped the gun on announcing a name. And we were all, "but we already told everyone it's Finn... and we wrote it on our Eicher Baby gender reveal box and everything..." But what a dumb reason to name our baby a name we didn't actually want to give him. So we are back to the drawing board. And we are all over the place.

I don't remember ever having a hard time naming Ace. We loved the name Audrey and decided pretty quickly that was it. And I always knew I would name my first child after my brother, so no matter what her middle name would be Corbin. So her initials are ACE. She was Audrey for the first year or so, until she went to Mother's Day Out, and her backpack had her initials on them. I explained to her teacher that her name was Audrey, but all of her things say "ACE" because those are her initials, and we sometimes call her that at home. By the second week, her teacher asked me, "would you mind if we just call her 'Ace'. She responds better to that." I told them that was perfectly fine and she has been Ace ever since. And I cannot imagine her being anyone other than Ace.

One year old Ace

Two year old Ace


Choosing a name for Archie was incredibly easy, I didn't even have to think about it because Ace decided on that for us. We seriously never even considered any other names after she told us what his name would be. And he is SUCH an Archie. 

First trip to Bulgaria to meet our Archie
 


 Home: Requesting that I take his picture while he works on his modeling poses



I have been obsessing over this baby's name and that's not helping. So I have stopped obsessing and I know the right name will fall into our laps at some point. He is starting to really grow and moves around like a mad man. The kids love to lay their heads on my belly while he's kicking and moving. If he kicks them in the face "it means he really loves you."

So for now, our baby is just "baby brother". And I am confident that we will end up with the perfect name for him.

Lots of Love!
Lisa






Sunday, November 3, 2013

orphan sunday

Today, on Orphan Sunday, we celebrate the fact that Archie is our son and brother. That he is home with us where he belongs. I tell him every single day, multiple times, "I am so happy you are mine." And I am. So happy that he's mine. I am so thankful that, against a lot of odds, and criticism, and struggle, we followed the bumpy path that God had laid out for us to go and get our son. 

But on this day, more than anything, my heart aches. For all of Archie's friends who we left behind. I don't talk much about them. I don't talk much about the things we saw while we were at his orphanage. I don't talk about it because it hurts.  

While we were on our first trip to meet Archie, our visits took place in the "Day Center". It was a part of the orphanage that just a handful of the kids got to go to. Kind of a little school. It was clean, well kept, and was staffed with some incredibly loving women. It was by far the nicest part of the orphanage. 

We were asked at one point if we would like to see the rest of the orphanage. Joey was an immediate "yes". I was a most definite "no". Knowing that in just a few short days we would be leaving Archie behind for God only knew how long, I could not bring myself to go and see what was behind those concrete walls. 

Joey went. And came back a mess. I asked him not to tell me anything. But I knew that what he had seen had shook him to his core. I knew that it was painful. 

During our visit, we spent a lot of time with many of Archie's best friends. Kids that he had grown up with. And we fell in love with them. We became particularly attached to a couple of them, which only made things harder. I push their faces out of my mind as often as possible, in a selfish attempt to preserve my sanity. But there are many nights I lie in bed and cry thinking about them. Wondering if they got enough food that day. If their medical needs were being met. If anyone hugged them, or even touched them at all. And knowing that most of them, inevitably, will never know the love of a family. 
















The orphan crisis is huge, people. So big that it feels overwhelming. It feels like there is nothing any one person can do to even make a dent. And it exists all over the world. In Archie's tiny hometown of Buzovgrad, Bulgaria, and right here in the United States. But you CAN make a difference. Adoption is not the only answer. There are so many ways to get involved. And EVERYONE can do SOMETHING. 

Lots of Love!
Lisa 



Monday, October 28, 2013

finn

This morning was my big ultrasound to find out whether Ace and Archie were going to have a baby brother or sister. They have been anxiously awaiting this news. And of course Joey and I have been too. Joey ended up not being able to make it to the appointment this morning and was super bummed. But against his wishes, and begging, I made him wait to find out with the kids this afternoon.

One thing we already knew was that our baby would be named Finn. Boy or girl, we had already decided this was baby Finn. For several reasons: I have just always loved the name Finn. My BFF had Finn on her short list of names for this baby. We love Huck Finn at our house. And of course because Ace said so. 

One day she and I were going over my list of names and when I got to Finn, she immediately and excitedly screamed, "yes, Finn!!" She usually changes her mind on things pretty quickly, so I wasn't sure that was going to stick. But even with me making other suggestions, she stood firm. 

The problem we had next was middle names. Ace's first choice was Huckleberries. And then there was Sunshine, Strawberry Shortcake, Blue, Pink, and several others that just weren't working for me. So I told her we were just going to use Mommy's middle name if it was a girl, and Daddy's middle name if it was a boy. So it was either Marie or Joseph. Or as she says it, "Joffus". She was happy with those. 

Archie wakes up every morning and has to get right at my belly, and says, "good morning, Finn, your brudder here, I love you, Finn." We all became quickly attached to the name. 


So the big question still remained....was Finn a boy or a girl??












Finn Joseph it is. 
Everyone is happy. 
Can't wait for this baby boy to join in the craziness that is our life. 

Lots of Love!
Lisa 



Monday, October 7, 2013

two little bigs

Oh HEY! It has been a while. Just when I wondered if I would ever blog again, I got a few messages and comments from some blog-world friends wondering where the heck I had been. And so I'm back. (Thanks for the nudge, guys).

I blame my absence on the tiny human growing inside of me. Yep. We are expecting baby number three. He or she will be arriving in March. I have been pretty sick since the day we found out in July. Sudden nausea combined with the inability to be in a room with Ace's strawberry iced donut because of its smell (which I typically love), led me to the store for an EPT. One pee and a plus sign later and my whole world changed.

I was a porcelain hugging, insanely exhausted, and overall miserable human being for quite some time, and I am so happy to finally be coming out of that fog and getting back to myself again.

Ace and Archie have been total champs. They have had to become much more independent. They let me rest, they bring me snacks and water. They have been taking good care of me. They are so much less needy. (Thank you, God). They are over the top excited about the baby. It is pretty much all we talk about. Unfortunately they don't really have the concept of time thing down, so from here to March is going to be a long five months.





Ace just doesn't even know what to do with herself. She totally thinks she is going to be this baby's primary caretaker. She has requested that the baby sleep with her so that she can take care of him/her in the middle of the night, so I can sleep. And I am fully considering that arrangement. I mean she will be pushing six by the that time. And she's pretty responsible. 

Archie understands a lot more than I thought he would. He also wants to tell everyone. I mean everyone, everywhere we go that, "Mommy baby in tummy." And he often proceeds to ask other women if they too have a baby in their tummy, which can get awkward. 

Both Ace and Archie have to kiss my belly and talk to the baby all the time. And Ace is convinced (and has convinced Archie too) that if she sticks her finger in my bellybutton, the baby holds onto it. I just can't wait to see both of them with the baby. They are going to be amazing. 

Other than that excitement, Archie and Ace are now at the same school (their dream come true) and are doing awesome. I can't even begin to put into words how wonderful it is to be at a school where the teachers and administration are HAPPY to have Archie there, and do not consider him a burden in any way, shape, or form. We have been on the other side of that coin and it is just a horrible feeling. They see his potential and expect him to reach the goals we have set for him. They also understand Ace and Archie's unique relationship and are a comfort to them both. It all makes life so much nicer. 


First Day of School Pics






That's it for now. 
All is well in our world. 
Lots of Love!
Lisa 


Thursday, August 8, 2013

Gotcha

Today marks two years since the day Joey walked our son out from behind his orphanage walls-- the only home he had known for his first seven years of life-- and into our family. 



I wanted to do something fun with the kids today to celebrate, so I let Archie play hookie from school and we made an impromptu trip to the beach. 
 








Archie has changed so much over the last two years. He was such a baby when he came home. It's so crazy to look back and remember where he was just two short years ago, and see how far he has come.

The first picture is Archie touching the ocean for his first time ever two years ago, just a couple of weeks after he was home. And the second is our big handsome boy today. 
 


We had a blast at the beach and it definitely made for a memorable Gotcha Day. Complete with singing "Happy Gotcha Day to you" over and over (per Archie's request), and Ace's attempt to explain how she was not adopted to Archie when he would change it up and sing, "Happy Gotcha Day to Ace". "Archie, what are you thinking... I wasn't 'dopted....I was in mommy's tummy....you think she 'dopted me from her own tummy?!?"

I got far too much sun today. My kids did a very poor job of applying my sunscreen so my body and brain are both a bit fried. But before you go, check out my awesome friends' Whitney and Nick's post about Archie and how he inspired their non-profit, The Archibald Project. 

Lots of Love!
Lisa