I have really bad insomnia. II have always had trouble falling asleep. So I’m constantly up late at night, and I usually end up watching tv. And late-night tv . . . It’s brutal. Infomercials kill me, but what may possibly be worse is the commercials that are really late. At that time of night, the majority of commercials are for Girls Gone Wild videos, phone sex lines, and how to buy things with bad credit. It doesn’t do much for your self-esteem to be in that demographic. Evidently, if . . .
getting closer!
This week, we filled out the application to officially adopt Jafta. We have been waiting to do this for three years. I can't tell you how exciting this is. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the name "Jafta Jordan Howerton" on an official document. All his life, his doctor's records, school forms, passport . . . everything has been under a different name, which was always a pianful reminder that he was not "ours". To see his name with "Howerton" typed behind, was just beautiful.It should be . . .
Once Upon a Cupcake
Lately, I've gotten a little obsessed with making cupcakes in an unhealthy, people-pleasing, trying-to-prove-myself kinda way. I find the desire to try to be Martha Stewart rears its ugly head every year right around Christmas, when I start making homemade soap (2001) or kahlua (2004) or body scrubs (2003) or truffles (2008) in an attempt to show everyone how crafty and creative and granola I am.For Jafta's 3rd birthday, I decided to make the cupcakes instead of buying the storebought ones. And . . .
FABULOUS FABULOUS LIVES© Christmas Letter 2007
The Howerton Family’sFABULOUS FABULOUS LIVES©Christmas Letter 2007Merry Christmas! Mark and I just unbundled the kids from their snowsuits and gloves, brushing the snow out of their hair from making snow angels. We had a rousing evening of snowball fights, followed by some door-to-door caroling in our neighborhood. We are now huddled by the fire, and India is singing excerpts from Handel’s Messiah as Jafta accompanies her on the guitar.[1]It’s been a good but trying year[2]. In our Fabulous . . .
Parenting with Fear
I was recently reading the blog of another woman adopting from Haiti, and she was describing what it was like to find out she could not adopt a child she was caring for. She described that experience in a painful, honest way that gave me a serious gut check:When we had Sophia with us in May and June, an interesting thing happened.Once we learned that she would not ever be available for adoption it became harder to take care of her. Shallow? Unloving? Immature? Maybe, probably, yes - to all . . .
Living in the Moment
Being present in my daily life is a constant challenge for me. I tend to spend my time fretting about the future or grieving certain events in the past. But right now, I am having one of those beautiful seasons where I am just enjoying my family right where they are, who they are, today. Jafta's adoption is moving forward, and it's less of a concern. His developmental stuff is on-track and there is no more concern over any delays. He is talking up a storm and I love his emerging personality. . . .
Motherhood and Loss
I've just had another miscarriage. This is number 5 or 6 . . . hard to keep track. It followed the usual course: late period, positive test, but low hormone levels, followed by a quiet week of me getting my hopes up, and then bleeding, cramping, confirmation, and tears.This is my first miscarriage since adopting Jafta. I was able to carry India to term (this latest miscarriage is just another reminder of what a miracle that was). I am still devastated, but I am finding the experience very . . .
Thanksgiving in Haiti
I’ve been wanting to share pictures and stories from our Haiti trip and I’m just now getting the chance to sit down and process it. We had such an amazing trip. I was feeling apprehensive about leaving India, about taking Jafta, about traveling to a crazy, volatile country, but it ened up being such a good experience for all of us.Entering the country of Haiti is always an experience. The airport is just a small room, but you are greeted by a steele drum band as you step of the plane. That’s . . .
Spiderman gets a boost
Jafta has wanted a spiderman costume since he saw his friend Nate wear one on Halloween. We searched high and low, but just couldn't find one, so we settled on spiderman pajamas. We tried to convince him that it was a costume, but he wasn't buying it. He kept asking about the mask. Yesterday, he found a solution from my bottom drawer . He calls it "spiderman eyes". Um . . . the kid's creative! . . .
Modern Art and Tandem Puking
I had the most mortifying parent experience tonight. My friend, who is an amazing artist, was having a show at a local gallery. The gallery had an opening reception for the artists, and we decided to drop in and take the kids. I was thinking we would just make a quick appearance and leave. My kids are usually pretty good with stuff like that, and I want to expose them to culture, yada yada yada.So we head into the gallery and all is good. I've got India in a "mei tai" carrier and Jafta is being . . .
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