Our Fourth of July started the way it starts every year: waking the kids up early from their nap so they can participate in the neighborhood parade. Last year: And now this year: "Mommy spent an hour decorating these bikes and even put a patriotic bow in your hair. Now rub that sleep out of your eyes, get on that bike, and show me how much you love America. NOW!" After some threats encouragement, the kids starting displaying the American values that have been passed on from my mom, and . . .
haiti tee dress
Check out this dress that the very creative Ashley made out of one of our Haiti Tees! If you want one, visit her site and place an order, and I will ship her a tee to work her magic with. I can't wait to get one for my girls. . . .
adoption documentaries
If you are a part of the adoption triad, or in relationship with someone who is, there are several documentaries being shown on PBS this summer that might be of interest. You will have to check your local listiadng for the time and channel, but these are all a part of PBS's Point of View series. I'm thrilled that they are tackling adoption, and especially some of the more complex issues. Set your DVR! First Person Plural 8/10/2010 In 1966, Deann Borshay Liem was adopted by . . .
the elephant on the sidebar
The first rule about blogging is . . . you don't talk about blogging. It's a funny thing, this blog world. I'm pretty open about my life and what's going on in it, but the one subject that is hard for me to broach is the fact that I am a blogger. It just - I don't know. It feels weird. Like announcing your salary or something. I can talk about being a marriage and family therapist all day long, but for some reason admitting that I have been moving more and more into a role of blogging as a . . .
introducing . . .
Mduduzi Ezekiel Howerton Our family is so excited about our new nephew and cousin. Michael, Jodie, and the kids are in South Africa, getting to know him. His adoption was finalized in the courts yesterday, and now they are waiting on paperwork for a visa. Duzi has been waiting for a family for so long, and prior to the ceremony yesterday, he told Jodie that there was no need to go before the judge because "I am already Howerton". You can read all about their journey . . .
LA Story
So . . . the flashmob, and how that came about. Ever since I watched my first flashmob - I think it was a cell commercial in a European bus station or something - I've just been a little fascinated with them. Reason #1 being that I am the biggest musical theater dork ever, and a mass of people breaking into choreographed dancing is just so dreamy. But Reason #2 is a little deeper, and my excuse for the emotional reaction I have watching them. I just love the corporate . . .
dwelling on design
I've been trying to find the time to sit down and write out my weekend, and here it is almost Thursday. I've been distracted this week with filling out a mountain of paperwork for Jafta's kindergarten application. How in the world do I have a child old enough to go to kindergarten? Jafta got to have a look at the school today and he said as we were leaving, "I think this place is going to be very positive for me". I really hope so. This past weekend was quite a big . . .
weekend preview
So much to tell about this weekend. Here's a preview: (writer, director, and star of In The Heights)(one of my favorite musicals) I'm tired. I'm sunburned. I'm still smiling. More tomorrow. I need to unpack and kiss on some kids. And thank my very generous husband for indulging me in my antics. . . .
tea party
Whenever the boys are away, the girls and I have a tea party. I don't remember how this was started, but the tradition has stuck. It's pretty simple - I lay a blanket out in the middle of the kitchen and brew some herbal tea. India invites a doll or two. Karis sits in the bumbo so she doesn't upend the tea. We sip. Tonight was a tea-party night. Mark took the boys to the barber shop, and as soon as they were out the door, India pulled out the blanket and . . .
mucho caliente
In my online world, I tend to overshare. I'm usually okay with that (thought I think a few family members might prefer me to filter a bit). It's rare that I feel regret after sharing something embarrassing. I have no problem talking about our sex life to half of Orange County, or discussing the time I flashed the crowd at a circus, or the fact that I occasionally eat stale candy off the floor of my car. But the footage I took Mark and I tonight, as we got in touch with . . .
- Newer Posts
- 1
- …
- 333
- 334
- 335
- 336
- 337
- …
- 401
- Older Posts
