weekend in review
On Saturday we went up to LA for a little "Haiti Reunion". Jafta got to hang out with Jenny and Jeffrey - two kids from Keanan's orphanage who came home in December. Jeffrey and Jafta always had a lot of fun to together on our visits to Haiti, and it was so great to see him home with his adoptive family. I've been feeling really discouraged about our adoption lately and it was so good for me to be reminded that kids do come home. I also got to hang with some other adoptive parents and . . .
baby fat
Parenting a newborn is hard. One major plus about adopting is that you aren't simultaneously dealing with the ego blow of having your body morphed beyond recognition after a pregnancy. I truly believe that the weight gain aspect is one of the unmentioned curses of childbearing. Your world is already being rocked with a crying baby, no sleep, breastfeeding woes, and an end to freedom as you know. Let's tack on top of that the fact that all of this will be happening while you struggle to find an . . .
spillage and backing up
*Don't worry. This is not a post about my potty-training efforts with India. Although this blog title could describe that as well*In a good drama, the protagonist of the story always has a tragic flaw - a character defect that ultimately leads to horrible things happening. For Antigone, it was excessive ambition. For Othello, it was jealousy. For Oedipus, it was pride. (And sleeping with his mother, but that's another story).My tragic flaw is that I spill things. A lot.I've been spilling things . . .
my poor, obese son who can’t go to kindergarten
Jafta just had his preschool graduation last week. I was a little cynical about the whole thing, because he's not really "graduating" to anything, except for another year of the same. But his preschool has all the kids in the class participate in the ceremony, since it is the last year for some. I was a little annoyed at all of the obligations involved and thought it seemed a little superfluous for our family. Plus I just wanted to stay home that night and go to bed early. So I'm really not sure . . .
grateful
I've had a few friends who seemed a little concerned about me after my post on Monday. I'm thinking maybe I left the wrong impression. Life is hard right now, and I have never been one to hold back in talking about the realities of motherhood. But life is also really good. Even though I am juggling a lot right now, what I wanted to communicate is that I am learning to surrender to that fact that I can't always win. I suppose that does sound kind of negative, but for someone like me it is . . .
conversational prayer
India's little prayers crack me up. She likes to editorialize, and often goes off on a tangent right in the middle of them. It's funny because she closes her eyes when she's talking to God, but then opens them to make comments in the middle of the prayer. This usually involves saying that she loves someone after praying for them. It's pretty cute.(That's a backwards tiara in the photo. She likes to wear it that way. And I have NO IDEA who taught her to fold her hands like that while she . . .
someone’s gonna lose
I've been a mother to three small ones for six weeks now. This week, I seem to have kind of hit a wall. I'm so, so tired, The adrenaline has worn off, and the energy is waning. But the part that is really most frustrating to me is how little I am able to get done right now. For a type-A mama, ending the day with just as many items on the to-do list as I started with is NOT a great feeling. I'd been advised by lots of well-meaning friends to just stop trying to get things done. But truly, my bar . . .
feels like the first time
There are so many aspects of parenting that are just unexplainable. One of them is how you can love each child just as much as any other, and how every milestone with each kid feels a major accomplishment. There are so many things that Karis does right now that leave me exclaiming, "Mark, this is amazing! Are you seeing this?? Can you believe she is cooing/smiling/recognizing my voice/kicking her feet/etc? This is the most incredible baby ever!" Even though I said the same thing with both Jafta . . .
Christians Behaving Badly
It's been a tough week for Christians in the PR department. Or, as my husband says, "There is a run on crazy right now". A man murdered a doctor because he performs abortions, and cited God as his authority. Miss California, the spokeswoman for traditional family values, does a press tour defending racy topless photos as harmless, while gloating about Prop 8 being upheld. Pious Mel Gibson knocked up his girlfriend while still married. And Spencer Pratt gave everyone a theology lesson when he . . .
poop in a box
Who doesn't love a mystery story?(People eating their lunch right now, that's who. Blatant crap talk to follow. If you are squeamish, go look at this instead).Yesterday when I went to retrieve India from her nap I noticed a strong odor eminating from her room. It was poop, to be sure, but the smell was just a bit more permeating than usual. I also noticed immediately that she was wearing a swim diaper under her dress instead of the old-school diaper she was wearing at the beginning of her nap. . . .
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