Amanda

Mom to Meg, Mita, Enu and Elle. Wife of almost sixteen years to my high school crush. We are a trans-racial adoptive family. I'm also an RN - Lactation consultant.

 

This week’s prompt is to define the season of your life you are in right now.   Hmmm. I think this may take more thinking time than I am able to have!  This question actually makes me remember a book I read years ago. I cannot remember the title of the book, but it was something like “When The Roses Grew Wild”.  It was about a young family and the mom went to live with her grandmother for a while. The grandmother had a beautiful Rose garden that was well-manicured and award winning.  Her grandmother shared with her that while her kids were growing up her garden was out of control mess and that those years were the best years of her life.

I know that when I look back on these years I will remember things with fondness and happyness.  Right now I am just tired!

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Hubby and I got back from our amazing week-long vacation a few days ago.  It’s been a whirl wind getting  back in the swing of things, I uploaded my pictures, but that is as far as I have gotten in the way of reviewing our week.

We had a great time. I don’t want to rub it in, but  I highly encourage a trip to Kauai Island if you like amazing scenery that ranges from thick, jungle-like forest to white sandy beaches. Throw in a canyon that is often called the Grand Canyon of the Pacific and whales and you have to call it paradise.

We stayed on the one island, Kauai, as Hubby and I like to get to know a place rather than hop around (why we don’t like to cruise) and we are rather independent with our site seeing.  We like to find hole in the wall places and get the local flavor.  We loved the relaxed, slow moving style of the Island. The people were very friendly, the food was great.

I will be sharing a few things in the future about our trip and you will get tired of the pictures I am sure, but for now I just wanted to get a blog post up letting you all know that we are home safe and sound and had a wonderful time.

A public thank you to my mother in law for bringing food for the kids and helping my mom out. Also to my mother for moving in and taking on the role as nurse, chauffeur, laundress and house maid.  It’s lovely to have people to fall back on!

Oh yeah.  The one reason I came up with for Hawaii being not fun is that you cannot play License Plate Bingo. That is the only thing I can come up with.  Yes, it is just that amazing!

 

Working with new parents I often hear the term sleeping through the night.  I get a kick out of this phrase. Why? Because kids never sleep through the night.

Oh sure, you won’t be waking up to nurse every two hours forever and there will be weeks, maybe months without being disturbed from your slumber.  But they will still awaken you for good reasons sometimes and for annoying ones at other times.  The most annoying reason lately was when Elle hit her sore toe on a box. .. In her bed. I suggested to her to not sleep with a giant box on her bed and that would take care of the problem (Thanks Dad for making your box robot so wonderful that she will not get rid of it!)

Last week I realized that I had been woke up by a sick child ELEVEN nights in a row.  I don’t have babies, toddlers or pre-schoolers. My kids are 7, 9, 12 and 12.   We had a run of illness that just now seems to be coming to an end. Hopefully. I would love to sleep through the night again.

Sorry if I have burst anyone’s dreams of a sleeping feature.

And also, as I shared with Firemom the other day, the whining gets worse around age seven.  Wish I could say it isn’t so.

 

 

 

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I won’t get into specifics or mention which girl told me this but I heard music to my ears this morning.  This morning before Hubby and I leave for vacation.  Vacation without the kids.

While cuddling in my chair (with my laptop, the dog and a kid), the kid whispers, “Please come back from vacation because I need you.  Promise me you’ll stay away from sharks.”

I need you too baby.  I don’t plan on getting up close and personal with any sharks either.

 

I’m not much for blow drying my hair. I’m a wash and go kinda person.  My hair does look a lot better when I blow dry it, but my appearance has never been a top priority for me. Obviously.

I love blow drying the girls’  hair though.  I always ask to dry it and love combing through the golden brown straight hair, scrunching up the dark brown curls or lately, straightening those dark brown curls.  It is a great time of pampering and showing love through the power of touch.  The girls tend to say  no though. They hate me playing with their hair, or so it seems.  When I am allowed to dry their hair I am so happy and could stand there forever brushing, combing and just being with my girl.

The other day I was at my mom’s house. She put some color over these strange gray hairs that keep appearing along my scalp.  After I had rinsed my hair, mom said “Let me blow dry your hair.”  My first reaction was to say no, I wasn’t going to bother with it. Then her look of Please put me in my place.

She is my mom. She gets enjoyment from me. Gray haired, thirty-six year old me gives her happiness, just as my girls make me so happy when I can pamper them a bit. Wow. What a lovely, humbling thought.

What makes this even sweeter is that my mom was able to raise her arms to handle a blow dryer. Just a few months ago, her illness made it impossible to hold up a dryer for even a few minutes at a time.  She is doing so much better now.  I am so blessed to have my mom as I am reaching the age where others around me are losing parents. A scary, horrifying thing that I cannot even think about.

So yes mom, you may blow dry my hair anytime you wish. And if my kids are reading this, which I know isn’t likely to happen, please know that it is so much more than blow drying your hair.

 

 

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I was recently given the opportunity to watch the new line of DVDs that Roma Downey (Touched By An Angel) is the executive producer of.  Little Angels is a fun cartoon line that teaches pre-schoolers about numbers, letters and animals with a God centered theme.  Songs such as “Goliath Didn’t Like Rock Music”  and “Joshua, Get Those Trumpets Blowin” are catchy, fun and also teach  Bible stories to your little ones.  The DVDs are headed to a store near you on Tuesday, February 14th.

I was happy to see some diversity among the main characters, but disappointed that the activity sheets and  valentines all were centered around the white kids.  Dear movie makers, please remember that not all main characters have to be white!

My girls are passed the pre-school age, but I know a lot of moms with young ones and there are many families with special needs older kids who could learn from this easy, calm cartoon.  I plan on passing these along, but I am keeping the PB&J popcorn they sent us to chomp on while watching the movies ;)  Please see my Facebook page for print out activities and Valentines!  There is also an Little Angels app for the kids to play.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Disclosure:  I received a copy of the above DVDs to preview as well as some gourmet popcorn from 20th Century Fox Home Entertainment. No further compensation was received.)

 

So the bad news is that I am neurotic and the good news is that apparently my condition is getting better.

Nine years ago Hubby surprised me with a seven-day cruise to the Western Caribbean.   When I say surprised, I mean total shocker. We hadn’t talked about it or anything, I just opened up my Valentines card and there it was.  Lovely man, I know.

Nine years ago I only had one little one. Meg was about three.  I was still perfect mom. You know what I mean, I did it all right and I could tell anyone how to raise a perfect kid.  Meg was a dream child in so many ways and I attributed it to me. Hubby too. But Me.

I was a wreck about leaving her. I was sure we would die on the plane and not be around to enjoy watching her grow up. I was positive that a week with her grandmas would spoil my perfect child.  So I did what every perfect mom would do and I created a pamphlet, yes a pamphlet, for the grandmas.  The title of the pamphlet was: How to Raise A Meg.  Really, that is what I called it.

The trip came and went, all was well.  Apparently my perfect child at one point jumped up on the counter and called my father in law a “lily-livered-codfish”. I, of course, thought that she was a genius for reciting  Peter Pan (a personal favorite) but my father in law wasn’t impressed!  She did fine and was not spoiled forever, we lived to see her again and the pamphlet was forgotten.

Until last night.  Going through old pictures, by mom showed it to me at our Super Bowl get together.  Oh my gracious. How embarrassed was  I?  Reading this pamphlet was eye-opening. I must have been an obnoxious bitch of a mom at that time.  I am able to laugh at myself, but it was enlightening to see how condescending I was back then.  At least I hope it was back then.

We are leaving for Hawaii on Sunday.  When I say we I mean, Hubby and I. That lovely man did it again and surprised me on my birthday last year.   The kids are staying  home   mostly with my mom.  My mom in law and my sister-in-law on deck to help out as needed.  I’ve called in a few favors to help with the picking up and dropping off that is needed with school age kids.  There will be no pamphlets this time around as I do not have the time to make four of them, nor is there room on a piece of paper to explain all the craziness in my head that is parenting.  I do have a schedule made out, a menu planned, general rules for the girls and the necessary permissions for my mom, dad and mom in law to take care of the kids.

So the good news is that I am no longer, neurotic mom.  Or maybe it’s not that I’m no longer neurotic, it’s just that I don’t have time or energy to be. Hmmm.

 

If you have yet to live with a twelve-year old, please read the following post carefully.  It could save your life or at the very least an unpleasant outburst of emotions, from you and the child you used to be able to tease.

Rule #1  Never look them directly in the eye when you know they are grumpy/psychotic.  The glare from them can freeze you on contact.

Rule #2  When you are aware of said grumpiness, say as little as possible. Don’t try to fix it or make a suggestion. When needed to inform them of something important, make it very informal and indirect (while not looking at them)  for example:  “Lunch box is on the table.” Is much better than “Sweetie, I put your lunch box on the table by your backpack. Please don’t forget it.”  That last statement may just make them leave their lunch box on purpose.

Rule #3 When later that day your twelve-year-old is happy, humming and the sweet child you remember DO NOT ASK THEM WHAT WAS WRONG EARLIER!  They will revert back to grumpy. Just be happy that they are happy and get some hugs in while you can!

Rule #4  The rules change day by day and sometimes hour by hour. Do your best and remember that someday they will enjoy your company, help and support.  At least I have been told this. I hope they just weren’t saying it to give me hope…..

 

 

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To the tune of Deck the Halls

Tis the season of sickness,

fa la la la la, la la la la

Tylenol and Ibuphrophen

Gotta stock up a la la la

Kleenex, Vicks Vapor and Vomit

La la la la la Fa la la la

Snotty  noses, swollen glands

Don’t forget the throw up pans

Fa la la la la la Fa la la la

(Please forgive my sleep-starved brains!)

 

 

Enu came home yesterday all excited about the time line project assigned to her class. She has to have at least 3 pictures and 5 events on her timeline including birth and present day.

I honestly don’t remember Mita doing this assignment last year, but I do remember Meg doing it. This makes me wonder if it was assigned to Mita and she didn’t make a big deal about it or if she kept the assignment on the down-low because it was a big deal to her.  Hmm. I must go through the projects I kept from last year and see if I can find it.

Back to yesterday.  I told Enu that I would have to get on the computer and order prints as we are a digital family and I rarely have extra prints hanging around.  We discussed what pictures she wanted and what her events on the time line were going to be:

1- Birth in Ethiopia – She wanted a baby picture of her and her dad that we have.

2- Mom dying when she was 3.

So when she mentioned this I gently said,”Honey, if you put this down people are going to ask you about it.”  She shrugged and said that it was fine.

3- Adoption and movie to the USA.

4- Disneyworld for the first time.

5- Being at 4th grader.

I am planning on supporting her wishes, but I am also going to have a back up picture in case she changes her mind at the last-minute. I will also let her teacher know what is coming so she isn’t put on the spot.

I applaud her for being truthful and authentic in her project. I admire her strength for acknowledging what she has done through. I am so worried that this may trigger something and she will have a bad experience at school.  I’m running this by Hubby to see what he thinks.

I think this will also be a lesson-learner for the other kids in the class.  Not everyone has an all-happy timeline to share, even 9 year olds.  That said I hate that my children seem to be the models for adoption and diversity at school as that is a lot of pressure on a kid.  If anyone out there has traveled this path I would love some advice!

 

The second book I choose to read for the 2012 Adoption Book Challenge is a fiction one titled,When the Black Girl Sings, written by Bil Wright, published in 2008 for young adults and picked as a Junior Library Guild Selection.

I hope that Mita and Meg will read this book as it speaks to their age and I think Mita can identify with the main character, Lahni.  Of course I can not push it on them to forcefully or it will come right back. The joys of having twelve year old girls!

A quick plot review:  Lahni is a tranracially adopted, only child who is fourteen years old. Her parents are white and she goes to an elite private school where she is the only student of color.  It seems her main goal in life is to not be noticed and she ends up being put in the spotlight without her asking to be.  Along the way she deals with divorcing parents, an older boy who is threatening, dealing with normal school issues and trying to find her voice.  She also developed some new relationships with adult African Americans and this makes a big impact on her.

As a mother to two trans-racially adopted children there were a few parts of the book that made me feel triumphant, as I am a much more open and affectionate mother than Lahni’s mom.  Here are a couple of lines where I felt this:

“Do you think I have a decent voice?”

“Of course I do. God knows where you get it from.  Certainly not your father or me.”

How could she be saying this. It is not as though she knows more than I do if my real mother or father were good singers.  But it was something my mom always did. Speak as though were were really one family, instead of me being apart of someone else’s.

The family dynamics demonstrated in the book showed that Lahni was very loved by her parents, but that they were distant enough to Lahni to sometimes think that they thought the adoption was a mistake.  While reading the book I would get irritated at some of the interactions of the family, but I do acknowledge  that her younger memories show a happier, close knit family. The strain of the divorce and Lahni becoming a teenager may be a couple of factors for the emptiness felt in this family. You can see both parents struggling and so can Lahni.

I have to wonder though, if the author is showing his experience or lack of experience with trans-racial adoption in this story, or if in fact this is just how he envisioned the story. I would love to talk to him and ask him.  I  hope that people don’t assume that trans-racial adoption, or any type adoption at all for that matter produces lack-luster affection in families or families who don’t address and celebrate their differences.

Any thoughts on this book if you have read it?  I really enjoyed it. I even sat in a Sears parking lot today reading it, because it was driving me nuts having it in my purse while I was running errands and I couldn’t finish it!  I love it when a book gets into me that way.

(Disclaimer:  I was not asked to read or review this book, I just wanted to for participation in the 2012 Adoption Reading Challenge hosted by Jenna.  Links are Amazon Affiliates.)

 

 

Today I spent a couple of hours at an amazing meeting with representatives from the three different side of the adoption triad:  Adoptive parents, Adoptees and Birth parents.  Actually the meeting was all women, so I can just say moms.

It was a wonderful way to spend two hours. Hearing stories from others, who may not have had the same experience as I do with adoption, but I still learn from them.  I have found that being good friends with a birth mom has made me a better adoptive parent, which in turn has made me a better person.

To be around others from different backgrounds, different opinions, different experiences is something I really enjoy. I love learning from people’s stories. It has made me a better friend, mother, daughter and wife, which in turn has made me a better person.

I see a theme here that I wish others would see. We don’t all have to agree on everything, we don’t all have to have the same background, we don’t all have to use the same language. But if we spend time together, learn from each-other and glean from our experiences as a whole, we will become better people.

What started as an adoption piece just turned into a political year post!

This was my five minutes of Sunday Stream of Consciousness.  No editing, no spell check, just raw writing. It is refreshing!

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Every once in a while you just have to watch or read a classic.  New stuff is always fun, but the classics are time-tested lessons the whole world has shared.  I was so pleased when Universal sent me a preview copy of  the To Kill a Mockingbird 50th Anniversary Edition [Blu-ray + DVD + Digital Copy] starring Gregory Peck to help celebrate the 100th anniversary of Universal.

I have not watched To Kill A Mockingbird since I was young and was anxious to watch it again as an adult to glean more of a message. I am also inspired to re-read the book, and have put it on my library list.

Mita and I cozied up on an icy day when the rest of the family were on a snow hike. We popped some popcorn and watched the movie together. I love watching old movies with the kids.  Being a black and white film, long beginning credits and the length of the movie itself are a history lesson.

To Kill A Mockingbird is a movie filmed in 1962 and was based on the novel of the same name that was written by Harper Lee. Set in the deep south in the 1930′s  Atticus Fitch, a single father,  is appointed to be the defense attorney for an accused black man.  The story is shown through the prospective of Atticus’ children, and covers far more than the racial divides of the day.  For example the topic of a neighbor with a mental delay/illness shows us how people with special needs were treated and feared in that time.  The poverty of the depression is shown throughout as is the mourning a family without a mother is noted upon.

I will not give away the story as it is such a powerful one, I do recommend watching this movie and reading the book if you have never done so before.  A great movie to watch with your older children.  It was great to watch with Mita and point out how things were just  100 years ago. The jury in the courtroom consisted of twelve, white men. The courtroom only allowed blacks in the balcony and the use of the n word and calling grown black men boy was very noticeable.

To Kill A Mockingbird hits the stores January 31st in DVD and Blu-ray.  The extra features include a conversation with Gregory Peck, and his Academy Award acceptance speech for Best Actor.   I enjoyed watching the Scout Remembers feature and seeing Scout all grown up and learning the story of how she was chosen to act in the film.  The book,To Kill a Mockingbird: 50th Anniversary Edition is now available at Amazon.

 

(Disclosure: I was provided with a preview copy of To Kill A Mockingbird from Universal Home Entertainment for my honest review. No other compensation was received.  Amazon links are affiliate links.)

 

Hmmm.

Snow day….what to do, what to do?

1) Hide under my covers.

2) Be the best mom in the world and take the girls sledding topped with hot chocolate.

3) Be the best mom in the world and let them watch their favorite shows on the big TV while eating  popcorn.

4) Establish a nap time, but call it a siesta to make it sound sophisticated.

Who am I kidding, we can accomplish all of these things today. There is plenty because we have another three day weekend.  Whoo-hooo and waaaaaaa.

 

 

 

 

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Dear World,

My kids do own clean clothes. They also have coats and gloves.  They own and have demonstrated proper use with a toothbrush and a hair comb.

I recently made a pledge to myself to send my children off to school with more love than nagging. Thus instead of my normal “It’s January in  Ohio, get over it and where your heavy coat” song and dance I have been trying to say things like, “Mommy loves you and doesn’t want you to be cold.” In a soft voice that is much like Mary Poppins or Ma Ingalls. 

This recent pledge has backed me into a corner and given me little room to maneuver or manipulate. So you may see my almost twelve year old wearing her pajama shirt today,”No one will know it’s a pajama top mom.” Says Her.  Little does she realize that everyone who has been to Walmart after Christmas and seen the 50% off pajama section will know.  I did complement the shiny, red sequined head band she is wearing with said pajama top.

I know that the announcements the schools send out go to everyone, but I see them as personal failures.

” Dear Parent, please make sure your children have appropriate cold weather wear so they can play outside.” 

“Dear School, I have provided cold weather outerwear for my kids and send them off to school with it.  Check the backpacks and pockets for the items you need that they say they don’t have.  I’m not sure why but my children feel the need to be cold. Please feel free to speak with them on this subject as they cannot hear my words on the subject, it must be a communication flaw.”

I’m not sure what I am doing wrong/different from the parents who get their kids to wear not only appropriate attire, but matching and cute attire as well.  Pants, shirts and  head bands that match and coordinate? How do you do such a thing? Is it genetic or maybe you torture your kids? Am I cursed because I refused to wear a dress for my mother from the ages of 3-14? Or maybe because I wore all black for three years and threatened to shave my head bald? Or maybe it is because I used to change at school into my shirts with skulls and crossbones that my mom wouldn’t let me wear? Or maybe it is because for a few years as a pre-schooler I claimed I was a boy? 

I hope the curse will end soon, or my kids will learn to like being clean and warm. Until then,  take pity on me and ignore what my children wear today to school.  Please?  I will owe you one.

Sincerely,

A mom who is trying not to nag

 

 

 

 

 

(I see Angry Birds when I look at this!)

 

 

Most people know that when girls hit the age of eight or so they seem to grow outward a bit, a bit more rounded.  Then poof….they grow several inches and breasts, hips get rounded and they become little ladies rather than staying little kids.  These are normal changes for girls, yet we as parents/adults don’t treat them as normal.

We seem to giggle at the pudginess, get exasperated with buying more clothes, talk about how they are growing up too fast - like it is a bad thing.  Or sometimes we don’t say anything about it at all, which can be worse.

What we should do and often don’t do, is tell the girls that this is normal.  During puberty girls can gain thirty to fifty pounds.  Their bodies are getting ready for a change and our body fat needs to increase to hold the estrogen needed.  This is a lot of weight in a relatively short period of time.  It is hard for us as parents to watch our girls growing up, but it is even more difficult for the girls themselves to live through.

So how can we help our daughters, and ourselves, during this time of growth and transition?  Words.  Simple words starting when you start to see changes in them, or even before if it comes up in conversation.

“I am in such awe of how beautiful you are becoming.”

“You are growing up, it is a pleasure to watch you become a young lady.”

“That shirt looks nice on you.  Maybe we should get a bra to wear under it, for a smoother appearance.  What a lady you are becoming.”

“Let’s try another size, you are blossoming!” (Seriously, this line made one of girls smile with pleasure- she loved that I had noticed.)

I am being honest, saying these things are helpful, they may just not seem like it.  Remember, the girls will roll their eyes and say things like “You have to say that you are my mom.”  Conversation and loving support is always a good thing. Getting Dads to be supportive is a wonderful thing to do as well.  They don’t have to talk about bras, but hugs and complements from their father can mean a lot to a young girl.

There are still going to be moments of tears, it is a good chance they will talk about dieting, not liking how they look and of hating themselves.  We have to be the voice of reason.  Remind them to look around at school, notice the other girls and how they are changing to.  Remind them that this is a normal, natural development, but that everyone grows differently and at their own pace.  I will give you a link to a great book I reviewed last year about girls and their body image.

And be prepared to spend a bundle on clothes, they will grow out of their pants overnight!

 

 

 

One of my goals in homeschooling Enu this past semester was to help her with her English. That may surprise some who have heard her speak, as she is very much fluent in her conversation and has no accent. When we first brought the girls home I read that it took 7 years for a child to become fluent in English. I scoffed at this (as I did many, many other things I read about!) and thought they were fluent after just two years. They needed no extra school help and understood everything.

Or did they?  I have slowing gleaned that while they seem conversationally fluent, if they don’t know something they fake it, or guess the meaning by the context of the conversation.  I have learned we need to work on vocabulary, tone, sarcasm and idioms.  They are still very literal in many ways.

Enu and I have worked a lot with word ladders.  This has improved her spelling and vocabulary and they are fun to do.  I found two other books that helped with her language skills:

In A Pickle And Other Funny Idioms by Marvin Terban

Ever wonder where the expression “To let the cat out of the bag” came from? This book will tell you along with other idioms like “He got up on the wrong side of the bed” or “Keep your shirt on.”  I learned some things reading this and I know Enu did as well.

How Much Can A Bare Bear Bear? by Brian P. Cleary is a book on homonyms and homophones.  “A bee can be.” ” A horse can get hoarse from talking of course.”  An easy read that shows kids how to learn our complicated English in a fun, silly way.

I would love for Mita to read these books as well, as I know she too struggles with some of these things as Enu does. Of course a fifth grader is not always open to such suggestions from mother ;)

I wanted to share these books to help out the fellow homeschooler and the parents of newly adopted older kids who are learning English. They are helpful and fun and free if you get them from the library as I did. I did get the word ladder of Amazon, but it was totally worth the few bucks it cost.

 

 

(Disclosure: I was not asked to review these materials, nor do I make money on the links.  I should do something about that shouldn’t I!)

 

After participating in last year’s Adoption Reading Challenge, I was delighted to know that Jenna is hosting one for 2012 as well! I knew immediately that my first adoption themed book would be No Biking in the House Without A Helmet by Melissa Fay Greene.  I have been wanting to read this book since I heard it came out, I just needed a kick in the pants to get started.

Before I start with my review I have to tell you that Melissa Fay Greene is a part of my adoption story.  It was her article in Good Housekeeping that I read sometime in 2004 (while pregnant with Elle) that I fell in love with Ethiopia and got my dormant adoption feelings going again.  It was also her book There Is No Me Without You that tugged at our hearts so dearly when we were doing the paper chase in 2006 and 2007.  It must be said that in tough times she has been blamed for this!  After reading her newest book, I know she doesn’t think ill of us for those blaming thoughts.   No Biking In The House provides some back story to my situation.  We used the same agency, so reading about Layla House and AAI, well it’s like reading a prequel.

Greene does a nice job in combining this biography of how her family of eleven came to be with anecdotes of daily life with her children.  As a fellow  mom who adopted after having biological kids and who twinned  two of her kids, I could really relate in some of her stories, thoughts and fears.

This book is a must read for large families and adoptive families and for families who dream of becoming large and adoptive. All mothers can relate to this story just with the hilarity that motherhood can be at times.  I loved reading how her bio kids and adoptive kids became closer, how she maintained her Ethiopian children’s heritage and languages and found the biological mother for her Bulgarian son.   She bulks against have a group home effect, and in that I can totally relate. There have been times that I feel I am the maid in a bed and breakfast.  Families have to work at being families sometimes, and that is okay. She gets International Adoption for what it is. Not a solution for poverty, but a way to build a family for parents who want to parent a child who has no family that can care for them.

The feelings that ran through me while reading No Biking In The House Without A Helmet, ranged from sadness, joy and knowing to jealously.  Yes, I said Jealously.  When reading about Helen’s disobedience over a can of Coke and how it led to an hour-long holding her violent little body I could wholeheartedly relate. I’ve been there, many, many times.  When she ended that story with “That was the only tantrum we ever had out of Helen.”  I was envious.  One time!  I’ve been spit on, bitten, kicked, pinched and hit so many times that we do not do the “holding therapy” anymore. They are just to big.  Her bout with post-adoption depression resonated in me as well.  It’s not all roses and rainbows, those first few months.

I am also acutely aware that we do not live in a diverse, metro area as she does in Atlanta.  She was able to hire an Ethiopian babysitter who spoke Amharic to her kids and could make Ethiopian food. Her town also offers many different schooling and recreation opportunities that my rural town doesn’t offer.  I wonder how my lack of access to these things have effected my girls and if that could have made the difference with some of our issues.

Melissa Fay Greene has written a thoughtful, funny and lovely book that speaks of the truths of adoption while not being to heavy of a read.  Go and read this book and laugh out-loud!

 

 

According to Christian tradition, Epiphany or Three King Day, is when the three Magi found baby Jesus and chose not to go to King Harod with his location.  Honestly, before adopting the girls I never really knew about Epiphany.  Orthodox Christianity celebrates Christmas on Epiphany and most Christians in Ethiopia are Orthodox.  In our house we simply call it Ethiopian Christmas.

Since we have brought the girls home, we have celebrated with an Ethiopian meal, Coca-Cola and a small gift for each girl.  I try and make the family meal the center of the celebration, not the gifts.

I bought the injera earlier in the week, but made the Dora Alechea (mild chicken stew), red lentils and yellow split peas on my own. I’m not one for cooking, but I enjoy making this for the family. I also try and burn traditional incense to make the kitchen smell a bit like an Ethiopian kitchen might. Mita and Enu love the smell and it has brought back memories for them.

Check out my pics of the food!

 

Watching the girls grow up is downright amazing.  I’ve said in the past that when they are small you are so exhausted and tired of saying “no”, of doing the diaper thing, the potty training thing, the sharing thing that you tend to not pay attention or appreciate fully the gains. You are just  happy to be through them.

As they get older and the achievements are more out of the hygiene realm, watching them grow, learn and become who they are meant to become is nothing less than miraculous.  I have found that every morning they come out of their rooms one step closer to adulthood and it makes me want a pause button in some ways and an applause button in other ways.

Where did Meg, long-legs Meg, get her confidence?  Both Hubby and I didn’t have great self-confidence growing up, yet she is strong, solid and humble in her self.  I’ve had teachers and other adults tell me how kind she is and how she isn’t a braggart in her accomplishments.

Mita. My dear Mita has blossomed into a young woman (seriously, have you seen her?!). She is quiet and works so hard. She is reading up a storm and is a straight A student. Straight A’s for a child who four years ago knew no English!   Her room is her castle and she loves to clean it and take pride in her appearance. The outfits she puts together dazzle and are stunning. How does she make sweats look glamorous?!  Her heart. Her heart has had more sorrow than many have had in a lifetime, and yet she is healing.  She gives me spontaneous hugs and I love yous. She calls me Mommy sometimes.  I love to just stare at her. She doesn’t like that so much though!

Enu. Enu is the child who is teaching me patience and perseverance.   She is growing by leaps and bound physically and emotionally.  She is finding herself slowly, but it is happening. She is great with young kids and as of right now she is helping me watch my niece. She will be a great babysitter in just a few years. Her smile is contagious, and she really is quite funny.  It will be great to watch her harness her energy in the years to come.

Elle.  Elle is my elfin fairy for sure.  She is now seven and  I look at what Meg was like at seven and they are so different yet alike.  Elle is becoming very funny, almost a dry sense of humor in some ways. Her comebacks make Hubby and I look at each other and smile. She can take care of herself  just fine in a pack of four sisters!  She still plays with toys, which makes me sooooo  happy.  For Christmas she got an iPod and a Lalaloopsy doll and she will walk around playing with both at the same time.  She still cuddles which makes me think she will always be a cuddler! Yeah!  My baby reads. My. Baby. Reads.

Watching my girls grow is truly a pure delight.  I am overwhelmed with how fast everything is going. Meg is talking about college (of course she has always talked about college, but now I picture it happening!).  Hubby and I find ourselves talking about a third car for the girls to share.

I know that talking about your kids growing up is a well-worn topic. I’ve heard for years how it goes by quickly.  It makes me ache that this is so true but at the same time I love, love, love watching them learn, grow and burst into the world.  If I have anything to do with how wonderful these children are it is my greatest honor in life.  My work is done, everything else is a bonus.

 

I eluded a few months ago that I was looking into getting breast reduction surgery.  The insurance approved it and I am scheduled at the end of February.  I am excited and scared s***less at the same time!

I’ve never had surgery before.  The intubation  part is a little worrisome.  The surgery will  be about four hours long and the recovery is a lot longer than I had ever imagined. No driving for two weeks and no lifting for who knows how long.

So why am I doing this you may ask?  A surgery that seems elective and a few years ago it may have been more elective, but with the issues (I won’t go into details ;) I have had last year have made it more of a necessity.

My plans are to try to get everything ready beforehand.  Making meals and freezing them, getting the shopping all done. Making the schedules some how go together.  Preparing the girls.

Preparing the girls.  They seem okay with this. I’ve tried to explain to them the medical reasons, but as children of a Lactation Consultant they seem to be obligated to bulk at the word breast (I wonder if heart surgeons have this same problem?!) So, I think they are listening and understanding, but I will keep talking and letting them know that I’ll be having some down time.  Of course when the time comes I think they will finally get it.

If you have had surgery and have any suggestions for me please let me know!

 

 

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I was very tickled to have completed my three Reading Challenges for 2011.   I accomplished my Good Reads goals of 75 book in one year. I actually made it to 81  books!  I completed my Goals in Jenna’s Adoption Reading Challenge 2011 as I read six adoption themed books, 3 fiction and 3 non-fiction.  I also read my five classics I had wanted to complete.

That was a lot of reading and I enjoyed 98% of it so I look forward to my new goals.

1)  Reading 3 adoption themed books at the Adoption Reading Challenge 2012.

2)  I wish to keep my reading goal at 75 books at Good Reads this year.

3)  I want to explore poetry, a type of writing that I have never spent much time on.  I hope to read at least three different poets this year.

4) I would love to do an online book club. I would adore having a in-real-life book club, but with schedules so crazy I don’t think this will be possible for many years!

5) I want to continue to write book reviews on my blog and host more book giveaways.

You may have noticed that my goals are not  higher or the same as they were last year.  I wanted a more relaxed approach as this year is going to be a busy one!  If you have any book suggestions or a Poet you think I should read please let me know.

What are your reading this year?

 

Warning!!!  This post is full of “I”, “Love” and “Adore”.

I love my little blog.  It’s a great place to let out my opinions, share things I learned or bought and loved.  I love it when people leave comments or tell me they read my blog.  I love challenging myself to write better as writing has never been something I thought I was good at. I am improving.  I adore that Meg has started her own blog and is learning how to write and give her opinions.

My favorite posts for 2011 are:

5) Christmas Gifts And Heartful Giving I was so proud of how my girls were this Christmas!

4)  Book Review: All The Broken Pieces The first book review that I was ever happy with.

3) My Four Girls I think this post showed how exhausted and frustrated I get.

2) Puberty. WTH!  This one was featured on BlogHer!

1) Black Is Brown As White Is Peach  This post was featured on All.Things.Fadra.’s posts of the year!  I loved this post as it is so simple.

Blogging has been a great hobby and I really appreciate all my readers.  Thank you!

 

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The writing prompt (something new) is What I don’t want to see change in 2012.

Writing prompts are supposed to help you get writing.  I’m still not sure what to write about though!  I enjoyed 2011 in many ways.  I was also exhausted the entire year.  There are many things I want to improve in 2012, but i  have to think hard about what I want to stay the same.

1) I want to continue to work on getting healthier.

2)I want to continue to grow in my writing and grow my blog to do more fun giveaways.

3) I want to keep up with my reading challenges.

4) I want to keep working as a Lactation Consultant.

5) I want to ….. blank here.

Is my five minutes up yet?  Talk about embarrassing!   I cannot manage a five minute stream of consciousness. Ahhhh. I’m going back to bed!

This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.
 

Happy 2012!!!

So, I was thinking about doing a New Years post and thought I would look back to last year’s posts to see if I had written one.  Turns out, I did write one! Here it is.  If you had the interest in clicking you would have read that my goal for 2011 was to become more organized.  Ouch. I had kinda forgotten about that somewhere in March. Oops.

So did I become more organized?  I think so.  Am I so much more organized that others have noticed…probably not!  A goal that needs to be continued it seems.

As 2012 approaches I have a few things I want to accomplish.

1)  I want to make more reading goals, as I completed my three reading goals for 2011 and was very pleased with myself for that.  This will be another post, once I figure out exactly what my goals are.

2)  I want to figure out my camera better. (FireMom I need you on this one, maybe I can pay you in coffee beans?!)

3)  Once Enu is settles in school I want to work more. I love my job.

4)  Oh yeah. I need to become a domestic goddess.  Hmmm. I won’t even pretend that is possible!

Any special goals for 2012 for you and yours?  Have a great New Years and I hope that 2012 brings many blessings to you and your family!

 

I recently was sent two new DVDs from Vivendi Entertainment to watch with my girls and to review.  Can I say PERFECT TIMING!  Post Christmas blahs and rainy weather are a recipe for watching movies at home.

The first movie is A Turtle’s Tale: Sammy’s Adventures hits the stores on January 3rd (I’ve already seen Walmart advertising it).  An animated film, the story follows  Sammy the turtle from being a new hatchling trying to make it to the sea and through the next fifty years of his life in the ocean.  Along the way he meets friends, the love of his life and learns about how things are changing in his enviroment.

Elle (age 7) and Enu (age 9) enjoyed watching A Turtle’s Tale and we passed it around to a few friends to watch. The under ten crowd has a lot of fun watching Sammy and his friends.

I also want to tell you about A Mile In His Shoes.  A Thomas Kinkade Production that comes to stores on January 10th,  is directed by William Dear (Angels in the Outfield) and stars Dean Cain and Luke Schroder.  Luke looks so much like his father it reminds me of Silver Spoons in the 80′s heyday!

Based on a true story A Mile In His Shoes  is a  DOVE approved PG movie that is perfect for the family.  The story about a young teen with Autism in the 1940′s and how he impacts the lives of others when he joins a baseball team.  This family film is great for ages 8-12 helping them learn that people who are different than them can be friends and be a part of a community.

 

 

(I received a copy of each of the above mentioned movies from Vivendi Entertainment  in exchange for my honest opinion about the movies. No other compensation was received.)

 

 

I was thrilled to be chosen to be a part of the BlogHer Book club!   If you read my blog you know that I’m all about reading a book. I have been thinking about my reading goals for 2012 since I met all my 2011 reading goals. One of those goals is to be in a book club and to review more books on my blog, so being apart of a BlogHer Book Club so early in the new year is perfect!

The book sent to me was The Magic Room:  A story about the love we wish for our daughters by Jeffrey Zaslow.  It goes on sale January 2, 2012. Zaslow is the bestselling author of The Girls From Ames and The Last Lecture.   I read parts of The Last Lecture but for some reason never read the entire book.  As a general rule I adore non-fiction, especially when it hits upon history and culture.  I was excited to read this book and to participate in the discussion.

A quick synopsis of The Magic Room:

The author spends time getting to know the owner of a well-known bridal shop in the middle of no-where Fowler, Michigan. This bridal shop has a  mirrored room with a tile pedestal that brides go into when they think they have found the dress.  Zaslow tells the stories of several different brides and their families.

From the first few chapters I had memories flood my mind of trying on a wedding dress for the first time.  I was at a fancy-smanzy department store in Columbus.  I was newly engaged and giggly.  We stopped by the bridal section just to look and the bored sales lady talked me into trying on a gown.  I picked a gorgeous, heavy silk gown that I know I could never afford.  I put it on, stepped on a pedestal and looked at myself in a mirror. I bawled like a baby.  There was something so amazing about seeing myself dressed in the traditional life changing dress.

Unfortunately after the first few chapters, the book started to wear on me.  Instead of following the title of the book , A story about the love we wish for our Daughters, I feel it was more a look at the societal changes of the past few decades and I must say the tone was a bit to judgmental for me.  While I am a sap at a good old-fashioned love story, I don’t presume to believe the only love is a traditional love.

All in all it wasn’t a bad book, just not what I had hoped it would be. If you enjoy reading non-fiction books with discussions of societal changes this would be a good book for you or if you are a wedding planner by trade or by hobby I think you too will like to read it.

Check out the discussion at the BlogHer Book Club page!

 

(Disclosure:  I received a copy of the above book and will receive compensation for participation in the BlogHer Book Club discussions and my review.  All opinions are my own.)

 

 

 

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