I'm posting over at Grown in My Heart today, talking about the controversy over the adoption box on the census form. People have strong feelings one way or the other, and many adoptive parents have expressed outrage over being asked to delineate how their children joined the family. For me personally, I didn't mind the question, but I understand how some find it offensive. I believe it can be good information to have, and because it is collected in a way that is confidential . . .
a confederacy of dunces
People. There is a reason that we celebrate good things in our history, like birthdays or anniversaries. As opposed to drudging up awful days from our past. Sure, the day I made out with my best friend's boyfriend, the day I broke my grandmother's antique vase, the day I cheated on a test in undergrad : these are a part of my history. But probably not days I need to commemorate at regular intervals. Know what I'm saying? I'M TALKING TO YOU, VIRGINIA. . . .
a ban on plastic nudity
I'm afraid I had a slight "mommy dearest" moment the other day. It was a typical scene that plays out pretty much every day in our house: India brings me a handfull of High School Musical dolls that she has undressed, and asks me to put their clothes back on. Now, I am not so prudish that a bunch of naked dolls prompt me to fury. But I cannot tell you how sick I am of spending a good portion of my day trying to slide a half-inch cylinder of fabric up a tiny plastic leg, . . .
an easter earthquake
We had a minor earthquake here on Sunday. Well - minor in my book. It was a 7.2 in Baja, California and we certainly had some shaking going on. But I don't think that thousands of Southern California residents who had to recover from swinging chandeliers and tilted artwork really warrants calling it major, in light of recent events. Nevertheless, we felt it, and I am glad it's over. So many sweet friends emailed or texted to make sure I was okay. And I do realize . . .
easter
I went looking for a photo of our family from last Easter, because I was thinking about what a contrast it was between this year and last. Last year we only had TWO KIDS. We had a few more kids hunting for Easter eggs this year. When I looked on my blog for a photo, I couldn't find one. Why hadn't I posted our family shot? I finally found it deep within the folders of my laptop. Hmm? Why didn't I make this public? Perhaps because my 10-months pregnant face was bloated beyond . . .
avert your eyes
This post is just to try to test my new commenting system. Look away. (Or leave a comment and tell me if you like this new system). . . .
pretending to be an adult
Mark and I had some friends over this evening. This is something we haven't done in a long time. We've had people over, but usually it involves other friends with kids, so there is a lot of chaos as we yell over the noise of the kids, and try to remember where the conversation left off before one of us was interrupted by rescuing a child off the side of the trampoline, or cutting someone's chicken, or telling the boys that they must allow the girls to play with them, etc etc. . . .
a solution for the crying baby dilemma
A couple weeks ago, I got the honor of becoming one of the first writers for the new Orange County Moms Group, a subsidiary of the regional mom bloggers group that started with the Silicone Valley Moms Group. It's a great roster of writers, and I'm really excited to be a part of it. My first post was selected for syndication and reprinted in several smaller papers throughout the country. Yeah for the Modest Bee! Today our group is proud to announce our first collaborative . . .
you’re not gonna marry me
India is going through a phase where she is obsessed with getting married. She talks about it all the time. We were at the park last week and a bridal party was there shooting pictures, and she started scrambling up the rocks trying to join them in the picture. She was very mad when I cut her mission short before she reached them. The other day she came out with a ballet dress and a tutu over her head, and told me that she was ready to go get married. I'm not . . .
Orevwa, Creole
People often ask me how Kembe is doing with learning English. I have been absolutely amazed with his progress. He has picked it up so fast. About a month ago, he stopped speaking Creole altogether. (Of course it was right about the time that we were starting to feel comfortable with it). I started noticing that when I would ask him a question in Creole, he would answer it in English. I even noticed that when he was playing alone and "voicing" his toys, that . . .
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