We are running into more delays with Haiti. This one really felt like a punch to the gut. I'm not sure why - by this point I should be more prepared for the insanity that is adoption from Haiti. The only thing that is predictable in this process is that nothing goes smoothly.We are now almost two years into this process. When we first started out, I thought Keanan would certainly be home by now. I had his name on the waiting list at the preschool India starts at in 22 days. I have his bed ready . . .
why it matters
This brought tears to my eyes the minute I saw it. A young boy visiting the White House asks to touch the president's hair to see if it felt the same as his. I have heard some cynical people balk at the big deal some made of having our first Black president. This picture illustrates why it is a big deal for some. When my son pretends to be a prince but then says he can't because his hair is "not like a prince's hair", or when he comes home telling me a kid at school touched his hair and . . .
cute/not cute
THINGS THAT ARE CUTE:sisters in matching outfitssunglasses in the bathtubcousins playing at grandma's houseJafta playing t-ballTHINGS THAT ARE NOT CUTE:my husband rocking a moustache because Kipp will think it's funny . . .
Pro-Lifers, Make Yourself Useful
There has been quite a bit of press this week about the abortion debate. It prompted me to write this article over at Conversant Life, suggesting the Pro-Life Movement re-think their tactics. I would love to start a dialogue on how those who oppose abortion can use that energy in useful ways. Have a look, leave a comment, and let me know what you think. . . .
the happiest place on earth
We went to Disney on Saturday. I've had many a friend ask why in the world I would venture to Disney with a not-quite two-week-old. And I only have one explaination: free tickets. Disney was offering a pass for families in our fostercare agency, and they could be converted into annual passes, but only on this day. All of Mark's family has passes, as do many of our friends. We have felt the pressure to get passes for years, and this weekend we yielded. Honestly, I'm not much of a Disney person. I . . .
still life with breast shield
I walked into my bedroom the other day and this is the scene that I found. Apparently, my shoes are airplanes, and a random breastshield is serving as a landing pad. I'm not sure what Moses is doing . . . maybe air traffic control? Nice juxtaposition of found objects, Jafta. . . .
ketchup
Things are rolling along here. The mastitis of the boob (or mystery lady part infection, as Mark likes to call it), is mostly done. It went away pretty much as quickly as it came. THANK GOD.Life with a newborn often feels like a time vortex, where I have no idea how the hours pass by and how I am unable to complete simple and seemingly reasonable tasks. Today, my goal was to take a walk, to go grocery shopping, to send a fax, and to write one product review for my mama blog. I did none of those . . .
A Happy Mother’s Day
Today was a great mother's day. I woke up at 10am!! (of course I also woke up to Karis at midnight, 3am, and 6am, but it was nice to sleep in and try to catch up). I also found breakfast waiting for me. What a great hubby!We had a lazy morning and then went to Habana's for lunch. It's my favorite restaurant and we've gone there every year for Mother's Day since we got Jafta. I certainly wouldn't have thought on that Mother's Day that I would be back four years later with 3 kids in tow! It's not . . .
Mama Confessions
For a little mother's day laugh, here is a video of confession we made for Mama Manifesto last year. This may or may not have involved some late-night wine. You decide.What are your mom confessions? I think it's always funny (and relieving) to share some of the ways we cope as moms. Happy Mother's Day! . . .
spoke too soon
I haven't had a lot of energy to blog lately, and more than a lack of time, it's really been trying to avoid talking endlessly about breastfeeding on my blog. I mean, I do realize that most people are not sitting around waiting to read a story about nursing, much less wanting to hear about things like engorgement or proper latching or leakage. Trouble is, this is leaving me very little to blog about. Because somehow, in the last two weeks, it seems to be the only thing I am doing or thinking . . .
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