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If you are not on Facebook, and you would like to shop from our One Stop Christmas Shop, here are the links you follow to each “party.” This is the link to our Scentsy Fundraiser.  We get 25% of all sales through this link.  This is the link to our USBORNE fundraiser.  This is the link to our RODAN+FIELDS fundraiser.  This is the link to our ORIGAMI OWL fundraiser. This is the link to our THIRTY-ONE fundraiser.  This is the link to our PAMPERED CHEF fundraiser.  You must put DRAKE ADOPTION as the hostess is the link to our JAMBERRY fundraiser.  This is the link to our NORWEX fundraiser This is the link to our YOUNG LIVING fundraiser. You must use this ID code for us to get credit: 1569871

Happy shopping!!!! =)

Or if you would rather buy a T-shirt, you can do so here.
Or if you would rather make a tax deductible donation, you can do so here


Fundraiser Update


Our USA Map fundraiser is doing great! This is where we are at:

new update
So we don’t lack too much with it! You can donate  $10 here and email me at or comment to let me know if you sponsored a state.

However, our T-shirt sales have not been quite as successful. We have only sold 11 shirts.  One more shirt, and I will share a new picture of Pearosn!!! You can buy a shirt here:
We only have 13 days to reach 50 shirts, or no one gets shirts, and we don’t get donations.
Also our Christmas Shop is still going on now through October 31st!!
Thank you for all your prayers and support!! We are working hard to bring home our son!! =)

US Geography–Enter to Win a $50 Gift Card


Here is a United States map:


But, it is no ordinary map.  You see this map will magically help bring our son home. This is how it works.  People from around the country–THAT’S YOU– will (Lord willing) donate $10 to sponsor a state.  Your name will then appear on your state.  When the map is full, we will have $500 for our adoption, and one lucky winner will be drawn to receive a $50 GIFT CARD!!!  (This gift card can be to anywhere of the winner’s choosing)

Please donate to our FSP.  Then comment here, email me at, or if we are friends on FB send me a message and let me know what state, or states, you are sponsoring! Thank you so much! And feel free to share!

Also, don’t forget about our Tshirt fundraiser we have going on now through October 29th.


You can also shop at our One Stop Christmas Shop now through October 31st.  You can browse through Norwex, Jamberry, Thirty-One, Scentsy, Pampered Chef, Usborne, Origami Owl, and Rodan +Fields.  Representatives from each of these companies have generously offered to donate their commissions to Pearson’s adoption.

Please shop, donate and share to help us bring home our little man!  We have a short process this go ’round, as we already have immigration approval and a home study, but we can not go to him until we are financially able.  We are working hard, and we are ready to have our boy home!

Lost Boys’ Home


I had someone ask about where my boys are from. And this is what I sent her:

Hi! Yes, both of my boys were Lost Boys. The term was coined from a mother, because her son was the first boy to come out of this orphanage. It is blogged about here and you can read about my Boden there as well.  His name was Heath on RR.  It was a level 4 mental institution in a very small, rural village. Boden spent 8 years of his life there….he was sent there when he was 4. The whole time he was there, he shared a wheelchair with another boy, and had absolutely no stimulation or education at all. When we met him, just coming into the office where we were so completely overwhelmed him. He was constantly yelling and making noises, his hands were constantly squeezing and pinching. He terrified me. He couldn’t even make eye contact or look at anything. He didn’t take notice of anything….not even bubbles. So much so that I thought he had vision problems.
No toys. No playing. nothing. They sat in the metal sheds with the doorway blocked by benches, or they sat off to the side of sidewalks, waiting for the next time to eat.
It’s not that the director or nannies were mean. Quite the opposite actually. You could tell that most of the staff genuinely cared for the boys there. The director was a sweet Christian woman. But they are underfunded, and overworked. There would be two nannies in charge of about 30 boys. Most of whom needed diapers, needed to be spoon fed, and would hit themselves or others. So toys were dangerous. Toys got dirty, and there wasn’t time to keep up with them.
Boys that could walk away were drugged. I am thankful that Boden wasn’t. But I think they were all drugged at bedtime.
They were only allowed one or two diapers a day. So they sat on buckets for hours at a time. They were dehydrated purposefully.
I am not mad at the nannies. Boden looked like a holocaust picture when I bathed him on the night of Gotcha Day. Even though they had three meals and two snacks, the group of about thirty boys would finish lunch very quickly. And most of them had to be spoon fed, so they probably didn’t get very much. Although I must say I was impressed, that the kitchen staff worked very hard, cooking from scratch all day for the boys. This situation isn’t unique to their institution. They caregivers are doing the best they can with what they have…or lack thereof.
I saw some boys raking leaves, carrying the potty buckets, pushing wheelchairs, etc. It gave them jobs…it gave them purpose. There was so much that we didn’t see. There are laying down rooms that no one is supposed to know about. IDk how many kids have died in there. Alone and forgotten.
This orphanage was pretty much closed. It’s not that the director is a harsh woman and doesn’t want good things for the boys. She is scared, because she does care for the boys. There is fear in letting people in, fear of the unknown. Especially when it is your job to protect kids who can’t protect themselves. Every once in a while she opens up and lets one couple that we know come in and minister to the boys. Then, only the most “normal” are allowed to listen to music, open presents (only to have them taken away) and hear about Jesus.
That’s what we know about the orphanage. But when we were there, it seemed pleasant enough, strange to say, I know. They are doing the best they can with no special training, no dr., and no money. There was mischief from some of the boys….one that would break away from the group to snatch walnuts off the ground (sometimes eating the shell, too!), we saw a boy hide a kitten under his coat and smuggle it inside (we saw it make an escape later). One boy that I affectionately refer to as my friend with Down Syndrome always wore a sport coat. He blew me kisses, and showed me the work he was doing and the apple he had, and the cut on his finger. He would always wave and blow me a kiss.
One boy would always grab me and mumble loudly, IDK what….But more than once a nanny had to get him off me and tell him “She’s not your mama!” It both scared me and broke my heart. You wouldn’t believe the cheers and smiles and excitement from the boys when they were paraded from their sitting places into the dining room. They loved seeing us. We caused a stir with our presence, and I am sure it made the nannies’ jobs harder, but oh the joy from the boys! Lots of smiles, waving, and excited jumping….
That’s our Lost Boys’ home.

This is why it is important to care for the orphans.  If you can’t adopt, give.  Donate to missions. Donate to families like us who are working to bring our kids home.  If you can’t donate, advocate. Yell for these kids, share fundraisers, spread the word.
Here is where you can give a tax deductible donation to our adoption to bring home our Lost Boy.

A Little Something We Have Going On


So things to bring Pearson home are in full swing!  I have about 50 ideas racing through my head of ways to make that happen.  I may be driving myself a little crazy.
The first project on my list is something special that I know you will all enjoy.  I have set up a One Stop Christmas Shop. Why go to multiple crowded stores when you can shop from your living room? Independent representatives from each of the following companies have graciously offered to donate commissions to our adoption: Pampered Chef, Rodan+Fields, Thirty-One, Scentsy, Young Living Oils, Norwex, Jamberry, Usborne, and Origami Owl.  This is huge!! And all of it is conveniently located at a central FB group I set up so you can go and shop here! There is something for everyone!  So review you Christmas list, shop for you loved ones, and help bring our son home at the same time!  It’s a win-win!  This event is scheduled to through October 31st.

Another Baby Duck!!


Look! I finally have  a family picture with ALL of my kids in it!!

family pic

Oh aren’t my babies beautiful!!!

Tomorrow is the one year anniversary that we boarded a plane and headed to our son’s birth country to finally bring him home.  I can’t believe it has been that long!
But the big news here is that we are going back!  You see, Boden (“Heath”)on Reece’s Rainbow was a Lost Boy.  He was at an institution where boys didn’t make it out very often.  In fact, my son was only the fourth boy to ever come out of that rural institution.  One boy has found a family since then.  Until now.
That’s right! We are going back for another Lost Boy.  I take that back, he was Lost, but now he is found.  He is ours.  We are working very hard between work, home school, and chores, and kids, and crazy awesome life to fit in fundraising and paperwork to bring home our new-found son.  We are over the moon!
But it has come to our attention that not everyone understands or likes this.  I just want to say a few words about where we are at:
We are not better than anyone for doing this.  We are not saints, and I do not have the patience of one.  We do not deserve to be chosen to be a part of God’s redeeming work in these kids, but for some reason, God has chosen to stir our hearts, and has given us a passion to care for the fatherless, the lonely, and the forgotten.  We love these kids because God first loved us.  It would be so easy to turn a blind eye and a cold heart and choose to live a life of ease.  It would be so easy to live a life that is only about how happy we are and how much fun we have.  But God doesn’t call us to a life of ease.  And our purpose on this life is to not make ourselves happy.  The chief end of man is to glorify God and enjoy him forever.  We are called to be a compassionate, caring people–to defend those who can’t defend themselves.  I know that there are many people who think we are crazy.  To most, following God can look crazy, and may not make sense to the outside world.
All that being said.  I love my life. I love all my children.  All five of them (Wow that’s a lot!) Just like my biological kiddos.  I am happy.  Being a mother makes me so happy.  There are so many days when it isn’t easy. There are days when I want a break.  But I do not regret for a moment being faithful to God’s work.
I also want to say that we do not bring these kids home out of obligation.  They are our kids.  We love them, and we like having a large family.  We are suuuppppperrrr excited to bring our son home!!!!!!!  Our kids are excited, too!

We will be doing several fundraisers, as we have quite a bit of money to raise before we can travel to Pearson.
If you would like to donate, click on the link below, and you can donate a tax deductible gift towards our adoption.  I will also work on putting a donate button on my blog
Here is a link to our family sponsorship page:
And here is our son:


Babies and Bugs


So we were able to finish up our third week of homeschool on Friday!  We usually won’t do school on Fridays, but Monday had us away from home for ophthalmologist’s appointments, so we had a make-up day yesterday.  The flexibility that homeschool affords is so nice.  But I will say that the structure it creates is amazing as well.  This is just what we needed.  Less time is wasted, more time is spent together.  There is an incredible level of intentional parenting going on.  I am learning to play and interact more.  We are connecting better.  Attitudes are seeming to be better at times ( although one child is coming to terms with all the changes, and that’s been dicey a few moments).  I know that everybody has their own opinions, and different things work for different families.  But this homeschool business seems to really be for us so far.

I have had to make a few changes.    I was using The Big Picture Bible Timeline for L&S, but it seems to work better for us, if they follow the same schedule as Andi, sans worksheets.  They can still do some of the activities that Andi does (like make a Creation mural), but I found that TBPBT just wasn’t necessary for us.  Also, I had prepared to use Apologia Zoology 1 for our science curriculum.  It didn’t work for us at all.  I was a bit bummed about it, because it is a great curriculum, and I was pretty excited to use it, but it was too much.  I don’t think my four and five year old can grasp lift and drag, or binomial nomenclature.  So we quit.  And now I am so super excited!  I decided to conduct an insect unit with the kids instead.  My kids love finding critters of all sorts.  We can’t walk from the door to the van without somebody looking for roly poly bugs.  So a friend has lent me some Abeka insect cards, another has allowed me to borrow a few insect books, I have pinned like a crazy person on Pinterest, I will get some more books, and I am putting together my own insect study.  I want to do a general insect study for a week or two, then break it down into ants (ANT FARM!), butterflies, grasshoppers, something that I haven’t decided on yet, and spiders (and why they’re NOT insects).  The kids are stoked!

On another note:  The weather was gorgeous today.  Today gave us a fall preview.  I know it will get hot again soon, but today was fall.  It was windy, cool, and overcast.  Perfect.  We spent all day outside doing yard work and catching critters.  All in all, we caught an estimated gazillion millipedes, 3 frogs, one very well camouflaged caterpillar (that somehow escaped….unless his camouflage is better than I think), a giant grasshopper, a mysterious bug,  three snails, a small grasshopper, and a cricket.    Then we bought crickets for the frogs to eat.

Watching the joy in my kids today brought tears to my eyes.  I am so grateful for all that I have.  The lawn mower and a thousand other things are broken, but none of that matters.  What matters is seeing my son throw handfuls of grass into the air exclaiming, “This is the best day ever!” and making clipped grass angels in the backyard.  What matters, is seeing my other son walk in the grass by himself, walk on the trampoline, and walk across the rough patch of cement…none of which he could do before today.  What matters is hearing my daughter read to me about the United States presidents’ pets.  What matters is hearing my other daughter squeal and giggle about the 3 inch long caterpillar inch-worming his way up her arm.

Before Sawyer, Caleb and I went back into the house later in the evening, we stopped to play just a little more.  We have a persimmon tree.  Only thing is–persimmons are nasty.  So what do we do with them? Hit them with a baseball bat, of course! Actually Caleb has a thing with hitting stuff with a baseball bat. He let me have a turn, and now I understand why.  Nothing is more therapeutic or satisfying then when you connect your bat to a piece of fruit, and it is utterly obliterated!  And what’s even better….according to Sawyer, every time I hit one, I got a hundred points!  At one point I had a few hundred points, and Caleb only had a couple of points.  Then Sawyer started deducting Caleb’s for various reasons! When Caleb protested Sawyer replied, “Tough luck, kid.”  He also said that each time someone missed the ball….well, fruit actually.  He tried to hit a persimmon a few times, but the bat is way too big for him.  But he pitched quite a few.  He did well.  Sawyer always amazes me at how well he can throw.  Maybe baseball is in his future.  I tried to enroll him into “soccer ball”, as he calls it, but we missed sign ups by 3 days.  I was worried he would be upset, but he said it was OK, because he really wanted to play basketball instead.

I enjoy my kids so stinkin’ much.  Even when I drag them to the grocery store at bedtime for groceries.  Each time I put an item in the buggy, Lilly scanned it and told me how much I owed her.  At one point, I had to give her three dollars, and I received $100 back in change.  I really like doing business with her.  And from an education stand point, she pretend counted my change each time.

I am amazed at my kids’ progress in the past three weeks.  We have emerging readers in the house!  And the two youngest are also doing so well with their other subjects.  Andi is impressively remembering things, and she is breezing through most of her curriculum because it is review for her at this point.  I can’t wait to move past that stage and give her a little challenge.




I sit here, trying to write something poetic or eloquent, and I feel like I can’t write anything to do the lost children of Eastern European orphanages any justice. So I guess just bear with me while I barrel my way through this.

There are hundreds of thousands of special needs children given up to the state in Eastern Europe and other countries.  For whatever reason, be it a culture of unnacceptance or genuine fear/concern for their children, parents are handing over their children to be raised in unloving, harsh, animalistic conditions.  At a certain point–usually around age 6–the children that haven’t been adopted are transferred to older institutions and orphanages.  Of those kids, if their disabilities have prevented them from sitting up on their own, they are doomed to a life in a laying down room. 

A laying down room is just what it sounds like.  These babies are sentenced to a life in a crib–if you could call it a life.  Cries are ignored, children lie in their own waste, they are barely fed…..this goes on until their muscles atrophy, their poor bodies stiffen, and they die.  (Conditions are so bad in these rooms, that outsiders are rarely allowed to enter.) They live their whole lives in a crib until they die. Unless they are adopted. Few are.

This brings us to today.  In an Eastern European mental institution, where my son, Boden Heath lives out his days, there was a little boy named Hanson.  Hanson was in a laying down room, and he was lost to this world until he passed away.  His body was likely carried out and buried in a grave at the institution, and it was like he never existed.  But today we remember him. 

An extraordinary man in Canada has advocated for Hanson while Hanson was still alive, donating money, goods for fundraisers, praying for him.  This precious man has put together a High Requiem mass in honor of Hanson.  Not only that, but the other Lost Boys of Heath’s institution are being honored and prayed for as well. 

We were not able to be there, but we remembered these boys here in TX.  We are so grateful that everyone has included Boden Heath in this vigil.  Please remember the kids that are still waiting for families to find them.  I have posted a candle to my Facebook wall, but in this moment, I can’t figure out how to put one on my blog, so I hope this tribute of sorts is enough. 

Please pray that Boden Heath will remain safe as we tirelessly work towards him.  We have received our USCIS (immigration) approval, and it will be sent to his country soon. That’s it. Then we wait for an appointment date to find his file, so we can have permission to visit with him.  We are so close!

Sorry I am such a bad blogger.  Things around here have been crazy busy.  I have a feeling it won’t calm down anytime soon.  Thanks for all your support!







This is Brett.  Brett is one of tens of thousands of lost, abandoned, and forgotten children in Eastern Europe.  He has a very special story.  You see, when I say abandoned, I mean he was in every sense of the word abandoned.

When Brett was found the day he was born–August 23, 2001–he was found in a field.  Left to die.  He was found with bug bites covering his entire body, hypothermic, unresponsive, and his tiny newborn body was in shock.  He was taken to the hospital, treated, and he recovered.  The stranger who stumbled across him saved his life.  But saved it for what?

Brett is currently living his life in a mental institution because he has Down Syndrome.  He is spending his days neglected, hungry, and alone…..not too unlike how he was found when he was born.  This can’t be all that there is for him. 

Brett’s life is precious.  All of these orphans’ lives are.  Today we scream at the top of our lungs for someone too look his way and notice him.

There is so much movement on Reece’s Rainbow lately. People are being led to adopt these children. More people are feeling compelled to donate to these childrens’ grants.  Maybe God saved Brett for such a time as this.  Maybe it is his time to be found.  To be noticed.  To be brought home.

Maybe he was saved for you.

Brett needs a home.  He needs money in his grant.  Maybe a family isn’t stepping forward for him because the financial aspect of adopting is so daunting.  Right now he has a grant of over $2500.  The Reece’s Rainbow community is so awesome, that the money will come.  Don’t let the money be a deterrent.

Brett can communicate non verbally, he is flexible, and doesn’t seem to be aggressive.  He would make a loving, wonderful son. 

If he doesn’t find a home, Brett will live out his days in a warehouse built for boys, and then he will die the same way he came into this world–alone. 

Pray for Brett. Donate to Brett’s grant on Reece’s Rainbow.  Look at Brett and remember him as you go about your daily life.  Open your home and heart  to Brett.