As someone who recently succumbed to the minivan (a Sienna), I can't resist sharing this video. Could it be that this ad campaign might re-brand the minivan as a bastion of ironic coolness? Like the mustache, or Member's Only jackets, or listening to Erasure? Could my minivan actually be giving me street cred? What do you muthafathas think? . . .
mother’s day
Today was a nice, relaxing day - mostly because Mark let me sleep in until 9am. Oh the luxury. We went to church and then we went to Habana's restaurant - a Cuban joint at a place called the Anti-Mall. It's safe to say that Habana's is about the last place most people would choose for a Mother's Day lunch - they blare ambient techno, the servers seem perpetually annoyed by children, and it's typically full of college-aged hipsters who are taking a break from trying on clothes . . .
that’s that she said: required reading edition
I have but one post for today. One post, that is so rich in wisdom and truth that I have read and re-read it several times this week. One post that speaks so much that I want every adoptive parent, family member, friend, and random acquaintance I know to read it, too. (That means you). Because even if you aren't an adoptive parents, the principles can apply to the way you interact with your child. And even if you aren't a parent, the principles can apply to the . . .
adoption and loss
I've been trying to figure out a way to write about some of the challenges we are dealing with, while at the same time respecting Kembe's process. It's difficult to write about adoption issues - adoption (especially of a non-infant) is not for the faint of heart. I want to be honest about our struggles so that we aren't presenting that false sense of "happily ever after" the minute an adoptive child joins their family. Yet at the same time, it feels a little vulnerable to share . . .
haiti tees
We are excited to finally have our Haiti tees available for sale! We had been wanting to do a t-shirt fundraiser before Kembe came home - back when we thought we had months of waiting ahead of us . We've seen other parents do it and it seemed like a great way to cover some of the additional expenses (and debts) that have cropped up in this nearly three-year process. Now that he is in the US, we have some additional fees as we attempt to finalize his adoption here . . .
haiti tees :: sneak peak
We've partnered up with some very talented designers to make some Haiti t-shirts, and I'm so excited with how they have turned out. We will be selling these as a fundraiser for our adoption and for Heartline Haiti. I'll give more details soon, but here are a few pictures. . . .
the first rule about block club . . .
I got back from my conference late last night, and I must brag on my husband. Jafta and I came home to a spotless house, and three bathed and peacefully sleeping children. I don't know what happened while I was gone (I'm guessing that bath before my arrival was the only one of the weekend), but from all outward appearances, Mark and the kids had a great time in my absence. There were really only two dire consequences from my time away: 1. Mark allowed a Veggie Tales . . .
that’s what HE said
This week, I'm switching it up and highlighting some of the most interesting posts from the testosterone set. Tim Wise poses an imaginary world where the tea party protestors are black. I think his observations are provocative, but accurate. Backpacking Dad is always good for a laugh, but this post on teaching our children and letting them fail will resonate with any parent. Max Reddick at Soul Brother 2.0 takes a critical look at the mordern gun rights rally, and questions the . . .
transforming backpacks and deluxe travel neck pouches
I am in a hotelroom in Seattle. Alone. Glass of wine in hand. Ahhh . . . it is heavenly. I don't think I've sat in this much quiet since -- well, I can't even think of a time. I am here to speak at a women's conference tomorrow. Jafta came along to have a slumber party at his cousins' house. It was so nice flying with just one kid - Jafta was awesome on the plane. He was very excited about his new suitcase, that can be rolled, . . .
the manny
Kembe is such a little parent to Karis. He likes to scold me if she isn't dressed by 8am. He begs to prepare her bottle and give it to her. He follows her around the house, making sure she doesn't put anything in her mouth or touch something she shouldn't. He tries to beat me to her crib when she wakes up, and loves to push her in the stroller. We've started calling him the "manny". Jafta and Kembe have also taken it upon themselves to teach her how to walk. . . .
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