nice white lady
(Thanks, Dawn, for pointing this out. I had never seen it before!)Okay, THIS is what I was talking about in today's post, but somehow couldn't communicate without sounding harsh and offensive (see edit). Yes, this little satire just about sums up what is bothering me about another another Nice White Lady movie. So funny. . . .
if you play it, they will come
Further proof of the magnetic properties of the television . . .For the last month, I've been letting Karis watch a Baby Signs DVD every day. Both Jafta and India watched this when they were babies, and they really did learn some sign language from it so that they could communicate before they were verbal. And also so that we could make them perfom party tricks like signing "poop" in front of a large audience. Because poop is funny, ya'll.However, every time I put the video on for Karis, Jafta . . .
In their siblings’ voices
I really like reading about transracial adoption from the perspective of adult adoptees. Some of it is discouraging, and some of it is heartbreaking, but it always teaches me something. One of my favorite books on the subject is a collection of essays called In Their Own Voices:Transracial Adoptees Tell Their Stories. The editors of that book have just come out with a new voice, from the siblings' perspectives. I just ordered it and I can't wait to read it.I always wonder how it will effect . . .
flesh & blood
I was having a conversation with a friend the other day, and talking about some parenting stuff. I was describing feeling a bit protective of Jafta in a certain scenario, and she said, "Well, of course you do. I mean, he's your flesh and blood. That's the mama instinct." And then we went on talking, and it took me a minute to register that what she had said was not, in fact, true. That he is not my flesh & blood, but that my friend so perceives him to be that she didn't even catch the . . .
India’s Musical Stylings, Take 2
Okay, embedded the wrong video. HERE is the video of her budding potty humor. Which is all due to the influence of her older brother, and not at all encouraged by my laughing and prodding and video recording. Of course. . . .
three going on thirteen
Here's a little write-up on India's party from my other blog. If this reads like I am dropping product names in exchange for promotional consideration, that's because I AM. It's amazing what companies will hook you up with for some linkage love. Who says blogging doesn't pay? When I consider all of the blogging I've done in the past few months, and then think of the free food and drinks I earned for this party, why, I've made at least 12 cents an hour in juice boxes alone. I can totally justify . . .
birthday weekend
We had a really fun birthday weekend with India. On Fridy, we went to California Adventure with the kids. India has been asking to have a High School Musical birthday for months now, but then a couple weeks ago she changed her tune, and started asking for a California birthday. I panicked a little, first because I had already purchased the HSM party paraphanelia, but also because I had no idea what she was talking about. A California birthday? I'm not sure why that code was so hard to crack, but . . .
family needed
I know a lot of adoptive parents read my blog. I love the community that this blogging thing has created between us. One of the friends I have made in this process is looking for a very special family, for a very hurting boy. It is a devastating story. If you know of someone who does not have younger children in the home and who is interesting in adopting a boy who will require a lot of love and attention, please pass this along. I know they could use your prayers, too. . . .
morbid curiosity
In the last 24 hours, 458 of you clicked on the link of India's poop that I warned you not to view. 458 of you, and that doesn't include my facebook feed. Mwahahahahaha. . . .
bittersweet birthday the third
Today was a hard day. Today, both Keanan and India turn three years old. Each of the last three birthdays has been hard, but this one was particularly difficult. On their first birthdays, I thought for sure that we would celebrate #2 together. Last year, I was certain he would be home by three. Today, I just don't know what to think anymore. Last year I described this day as bittersweet. Today I am just feeling bitter.I'm sure it didn't help that we didn't really have any birthday festivities . . .
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