Here are some shots from my adventures in archery from Girl Scout Day Camp this week.  I taught archery for 2 days to over 120 girls (a few boys) and I  have the sunburn to prove it!  It was very hot and I was only able to do it because my big girl Meg helped me like a trooper. She didn’t complain and worked very hard getting a lot of first time archers  a fun start. Thank you Miss Meg.

My goal was to do a Brave theme for the little ones and Hunger Games for the older ones.  I was so busy I didn’t get too much into the theme, but the little ones did pose for pics with a Brave backdrop and the older ones stood in the weeds/trees and took some Katniss shots.

It is fun to watch the girl power pump up as they learn to aim and shoot the targets.   A few school around her offer archery with compound bows, so the girls got to learn a bit about shooting with a recurve bow.   I like the recurve myself as it has an oldfashioned feel to it.

If you have never tried archery I recommend it highly. It’s fun and empowering and not super competitive, unless you want it to be!

 

I’ve noticed something lately.  My kids don’t like to answer my phone if they don’t know who it is. I made Meg answer my phone today and she panicked because it was just an unknown number on the screen with no name.

Uh.  It wasn’t all that long ago that every call was a surprise and you just said, Hello.  Am I showing my age?  I think I remember caller ID hitting it big when I was in high school and *69 was pretty new too.

I said  “The 411″  the other day and Meg didn’t know what that meant either.  Time is traveling fast. Thank goodness I wear my seatbelt.

 

Last night Hubby and I went to our local Art Museum’s fundraiser. It was a garden party outside with great food, an auction and lots of flowers. Today there was a tour for several local homeowner’s gardens. Flowers are something that my mom loves, so I took her and left Hubby at home (with his enthusiastic thanks;).

While I’m not a gardener and have no great desire to become one, I do appreciate other people’s gardens.  People are so very talented, it blows my mind how they make a simple back yard into a restful, wonderland where people want to live forever.

I took my camera along and grabbed a few shots to share with you.

This local artist made a scarecrow of herself and used random mirrors in her garden.

 

This bee totally ignored me and the waterfall behind it.

A fun decoration made with a glass, flower marbles, and artificial flower and a straw. Very cute.

 

Photo Credit Mandy W. 2012

 

I had never made Rice Crispy treats before, so  I was relieved that it was so easy!  Elle decorated it and gave it to her two friends having a Star Wars party. I used the R2D2 cake pan I bought the other day!  Fun :)

 

Pictures of Hollis Woods is a Newberry Honor Book written by Patricia Reilly Giff.  I found out about this book when Mita brought it to me to see how many stamps she would get for reading it.  Remember I do summer stamps for the kids to earn media time and gift cards to keep them off the TV and to encourage some mind movements!  She had gotten it at school. I hade no idea what it was about and asked her. She said it was good. That was about all the description I got from her, but taking her 12-year-old moodiness in stride I was just happy I didn’t get an eye roll!

So I read it. It only took an afternoon, but the book made an impact on me, like books about foster kids often do.  A quick summary:  Hollis Woods was abandoned an hour old in NYC and lived her life from foster home to foster home. She often ran away, she felt worthless, but her saving grace was her talent for art. 

Seeing inside the mind of a child who has suffered from not having a family is tough.  This may be a fictional story, but it could very well be a real one thousands of times over.  Children without someone to love them often feel like they are nothing but trouble in the world. My heart breaks.

When we decided to adopt, I first called our local children’s services. I received bad information, and I have sometimes wondered if I had pushed harder or asked on another day how might our adoption journey would have been.  Of course the past is the past and I’m in love with my family so it really doesn’t matter. Though I really want people to have good information when seeking adoption.  Working through the foster system isn’t easy, but people do it. Kids do find homes, parents do find children.

A bit of a spoiler here in that Hollis does find a home.  She learns that families are not perfect, so she doesn’t have to be perfect either.  A sweet message.

I recommend this book for fourth grade and up.  My goal is to ask Mita a bit more about the book.  I’m not even sure if she sees a correlation between her and Hollis as they do have different stories.   I do hope she gets the overriding message that the love of a family is deserved by everyone.

 

The other day when awaiting for Snow White and the Huntsman to start I saw a preview for the movie Rock of Ages.  From the first notes of Pour Some Sugar on Me I knew I would have to see this movie.  Then it happened…Tom Cruise showed up on the screen singing Bon Jovi. 

The wrongness of it all cannot be put into words.   How that scrawny little arrogant man got into this movie….arghhh. I had to see it anyway.

Tonight my sis-in-law, my mom and I dined without kids and went to see the movie of my junior high/high school years.  It was a fun movie.  Silly at times, outrageous at other times.  Gross. definitely gross at times, but it is a movie about Rock and Roll.

So Mr. Cruise didn’t do a bad job. In fact, while his voice was no Joe Elliott, he didn’t butcher the anthems either. He also showed the craziness that comes with intense fame.  He strutted around like Axel Rose with his chest puffed out and was so not good-looking, but many rock stars aren’t good-looking they are just famous and rich.

The singing, dancing and acting was very Mama Mia, and that is what made the movie so fun.  The citizens fighting against rock and roll reminded me of watching  Tipper Gore on TV talking about needing a rating system for music when I was a young teen.  Twenty-some years later I thank her for that as it makes my parenting a bit easier, but at the time all I remember was thinking who names their kid Tipper and why does she hate my music! I never knew that I would vote for her husband someday.  Time is funny that way.

I loved watching the movie show the transition of the hair band peak into boy bands coming to the forefront. It reminded me that my brother and I, only two years apart, had a big difference in musical taste.  He loved MC Hammer and I took him to a Vanilla Ice concert (and hated it btw).  Thank goodness grunge came to redeem him or he would still be running around in those pants!

If you were a rock child of the eighties go and see this movie.  You’ll have fun, sing along and feel like feathering your hair!   They played about four Def Leppard songs, some Bon Jovi, Poison, Warrent, Journey and more.  Good stuff.

 

 

Elle eating her sleeve!

There is a lot of talk about the Baby Friendly initiative lately on the news, talk shows, Twitter and Facebook.   While the term is becoming more common, many people aren’t quite sure of what it means in terms of hospitals and giving birth.  Today a fellow LC and I talked breastfeeding with our fellow nurses and many of them were unfamiliar with the term as well.

The Baby-Friendly initiative was started by WHO (World Health Organization) and UNICEF and is becoming pretty popular in the US.  Simply put it is an accreditation that is given to hospitals and birthing centers that meet certain requirements.  Requirements such as skin-to-skin following birth (with well babies of course, and this is not forced on the mother, just normal hospital policy that it happens. Moms can refuse skin-to-skin), bathing and assessments of baby done in the room with parents so they can ask questions and learn basic infant care, breastfeeding education given to all staff (including doctors), no formula bags given out and a goal of having baby in room with mom 23 out of 24 hours.   There are more things of course, but those are the highlights.

The AAP (American Academy of Pediatrics) and the CDC are behind hospitals attaining this certification and for a general change in practice as far as mom’s and babies.  The hospital I work at is laying the foundations of obtaining certification as well.

So what is all the hullabaloo about, you may ask?  Why are people fighting it?  Change is hard and can be scary sometimes, we all know that.  People are afraid they will be force-fed to breastfeed if they don’t want to. That is not what Baby Friendly is about.  Baby Friendly hospitals do have better breast-feeding rates for sure and they are very encouraging with education and getting parents to be informed about what is best for their babies.   Will you be forced to breastfeed, no. Will you have better information to make an informed decision, yes. 

So why can the formula bags?  Simple.  Giving out free formula or “gift bags” has demonstrated itself in lower breastfeeding rates.  I have heard so many arguments over why it is unjust to remove the bags, but I urge people to look at the bigger picture. No where else in hospitals*, NO WHERE, does marketing and business have direct power over the consumer  than on the obstetrics unit.   When a hospital allows a brand to give away promotional items that hospital is saying “We recommend this, it is good.” to the consumer.  In reality the formula companies are giving the hospitals free formula, nipples and feeding supplies.  The hospital and the local WIC normally choose the same brand of formula so the babies stay on the same stuff from hospital to home. WIC has contracts based on bidding systems.  The lowest price is what they go for.  So your free hospital bag of formula is the lowest bidder, not necessarily the best choice for your baby. That said, save for a few changes for allergies and digestive issues, most formula is all the same.  What costs is the advertising, the product cost pennies an ounce.  The formula companies are buying their way into homes through the hospital.

Some people still say “who cares, I like free stuff.”  Well I like free stuff as well, but you have to go back to ethics.  Does the Coronary Care Unit give out McDonald’s Coupons?  No, they don’t want you eating fast food, and most of us don’t eat the salads when we go anyway!  Does the stroke unit, give out literature about preventing strokes with cigarette ads on the top of the education papers? No.  It would be contraindicated.  Yet, formula companies have been allowed to market their sub-par product for decades.  Formula-fed babies have higher rates of infections, bowel issues, obesity, allergies, auto-immune diseases and so on and so forth. I’m not saying that all formula-fed babies are sickly.  I was formula fed and have been very healthy (though a few more IQ points may have been lovely to have;) I’m saying that statistically they have more medical problems.

If you have worked with me or know me on a personally level, you will know that I would never make anyone feel bad for giving their baby formula.  It’s not about making people feel bad. It’s about getting the right information out there, and not letting big business and the formula lobby choose what your baby eats.  The whole mommy-wars things is tiring and gets us no where.  We are blaming each other, when if we worked together we would be so much healthier and stronger.

Baby Friendly hospitals are a great step in getting our birth experience.  I wholeheartedly want our health care systems to be family oriented and less medical, unless medical is needed of course.  When looking at our country and society as a whole, if we want healthier babies and higher breastfeeding rates, we need more than Baby Friendly though. We need our country to recognize how important young families are.  How do we do this? Better maternity leave benefits, insurance companies paying for breastpumps, employers who have pump rooms for mom  (bathrooms are not pump rooms) and don’t penalize or ridicule moms who pump milk for their babies.  How do we pay for this you may ask? By breastfeeding.  It save a lot of money.  The AAP has estimated in the millions of dollars of financial savings if at least 75% of babies were breastfed for six months.  MILLIONS of dollars. Less sick babies, less time off work, less visits to the doctor and emergency rooms. 

My rant on Baby Friendly Hospitals is done for now.  I almost hit 1000 words, oh my. I must go trim some stuff!  Please ask me questions if you have them.  Please don’t accuse me of being mean to formula feeding moms, because I am not ;)

 

*Edited post publishing from Health Care to Hosptials and power to direct power over the consumer.  Thanks Robyn for pointing out my blunder.

 

We’ve been collecting trash lately and keeping it out of the recycle bins.  An idea on Pinterest and the fun that is Angry Birds is to blame.   Ours may not look like the example I got the idea from, but the girls helped make it and it was a nice, busy activity.  Great for a day I didn’t feel like hitting the pool.  The fun thing with making your own Angry Birds game is that you can keep adding to it. The kids are planning on saving and painting a few cereal boxes to make it more challenging.

Age wise, one of the 12 year olds helped make it, but didn’t get into playing it. Another 12-year-old wanted nothing to do with it, the ten-year old helped make it and played for a while. The seven-year old is in Angry Bird heaven and so are the neighbors (9 and 5).  This promises to be a good go to activity for the weeks to come.

Our game looks like this and already has evidence of well-played fun on it hours later!

Our next plan is to design a Where’s My Water game…help me!

 

It’s late. We took the kids rock climbing for a Father’s Day family outing. It was a lot of fun! The kids loved it and I had a great time. I learned how to belay, and my hands are a bit sore! I even belayed Hubby, with my instructer standing by just in case :) A great day.  A wonderful father!

 

 

Finally! I got to see Snow White and The Huntsman… I mean today I took the older girls to see the movie Snow White and The Huntsman.  They made me go, I am way to old to want to watch grown up fairy tales.  Who wants to watch Snow White be transformed from a delicate flower to a kick-butt woman?  Okay I do.

I love it when princesses kick some bottom…and are brunettes!

So how did this movie do on a scale of 1-5?  I give it a solid 3.  It was fun,  had great special effects and the twists to the old tale were a lot of fun. 

Meg and Mita are twelve and don’t get grossed out easily or scared silly with things, so the movie was great for them.  Not in a million years would Enu be ready for it though, and I really would caution against taking younger kids. The other Snow White movie was great for Elle and Enu and we all enjoyed that one as well.

Here’s something I loved…no love scenes!  There started to be one, but it was pretty tame and ended quickly…very refreashing that a PG-13 Movie doesn’t get all sexed up.  It was pretty  violent though, and had quite a bit of blood to it as well but like I said if your kiddos are okay with fantasy and sci-fi they should be good.

Of course the timeless tale is about beauty both skin deep and within.  Purity and innocence wins out in the end as it should and it was nice to see Snow White be such a fighter.  Snow White is played by bella I mean Kristen Stewart.  She did a good job, as her character was to be stoic, serious and reflective.  This Snow White was rough and tough, but had that magical quality that we know Snow White to have and Stewart did pretty good with it. I did have a hard time not seeing her as Bella from Twilight fame though. At one point Snow if injured and laying on the ground writhing and all I could think of was that’s what Bella looked like when James bit her!  I guess my imagination isn’t that great!

Charlize Theron nailed the evil queen! She was very enjoyable and very evil.  The evil queen played by Julia Roberts earlier in the year was also good at being bad, but there was an air of comedy with her as that movie was lighter.  Theron was spooky evil.

If you are looking for an action movie, meets fairy tale, meets a bit of a love story Snow White and The Huntsman is a good one to see! No one asked me to review this movie. I’m just participating in NoBloPoMo and saw a movie today ;)

 

 

I'm hanging on to R2D2 for a while!

I come from a long line of junk dealers, penny-pinchers and to be honest we may have some hoarders as well.  I blame it on my lovely grandma. A kid from the Depression Era. Born in 1911, the oldest of several kids so could make a penny stretch like no one.

 She birthed seven children, lost one baby and adopted a niece who needed a family. An amazing farm women.  At least three of her children are thrifty junkers, my dad being one of them.

My daddy is a proud dumpster diver, junk picker and all around Ebay wiz.  My uncle (Dad’s older bro) is the master of finding something for 50 cents and turning it into thousands of dollars. No joking here.  He is amazing.

My childhood was full of auctions, yard sales and junk.  As a teen I hated it.  As a young adult I ignored it and would not even glance at a yard sale. Now as a mom of four, I glance, maybe even circle around once of twice, but rarely do I stop. I hate junk and dirty stuff people try to sell. I hate clothes at yard sales  unless it is prime stuff and is clean.  I also hate how people over price things.  So I’m a bit of a snob I guess when compared to my family.  Though last weekend I got a dresser for $5 that looks fantastic after some sanding and painting.  Big money saver there.

This past weekend I drove past a yard sale several times going into town and out to my mom in laws house. I saw nothing of value to warranted getting out of the car. Then this morning something had been added. Cake pans.  I don’t bake, but I know that cake pans are hot re-sellers.  No one told me, I just know these pieces of seemingly worthless information.  I decided to get out.  My yoga pants were full of holes, I had no make up on and I had one kid with me who had been camping for several days. We were not a nice looking couple. But I hit jackpot!

I scored a 1980 Wilton R2D2 cake pan, 2 Wonder Woman 1978 Wilton Cake pans, a 1980 Popeye Wilton Cake pan (a side note, Enu had no idea who Popeye was!) and several other generic cake pans.  I paid $1.66 each for them.

On the way home I was trembling with excitement. I knew I had just made some money and so wanted to call my dad to marvel at my finds. He is on vacation though and the time difference made me think twice.  As I got out of the car I knew I should let the dog out and then put the camping food away, but I sooooo wanted on Ebay.

Finally the moment happened! It looks like the R2D2 cake pan can go between $20-80 (depending on conditions) and the Wonder Women/Popeye ones should bring at least $20 apiece!  The joy I felt. It was like I had my genes jumping in my and my ancestral people nodding and saying, “Yep, she’s one of us!”

So I may be more of a snob when it comes to junk than most of my family, but I can make magic happen with the best of them!

 

What a big ship you have!

Years ago …decades really, my brother and I lived on a small island. It was surrounded by sharks and was a very dangerous place to live. We were very brave though and survived.   Once I got older I would race cheetahs and beat them to my front door, but only barely.  I remember feeling the  heart palpitations as I ran.

The island was our sectional couch of course and the cheetahs were in my head, but they were so very real. Just like Laura Ingalls joining me for walks while I explained what cars and airplanes were to her or the submarines that we sunk in the cow troughs in the fields.  Very real at the time.

When was the last time I pretended with such intensity that my heart raced? I cannot remember and that makes me sad.  While I still get into great books and my imagination can run wild, it doesn’t have that same intensity of pretending as a child.

I adore watching my kids play make-believe and pretend.  While the fuddy-duddy in me hates the mess that making a huge, room sized tent out of sheets and blankets can be, I love watching them build it, and then play for hours.

Elle and one of my nephews are the best at pretending together. They are so much a like that their thoughts flow very naturally. They hike, swim, make guns and forts. They have code names like Sharks Blood and are government spies.  They are seven.  How long will it last?

Meg still has some pretending in her, especially when playing with the little ones. She is almost thirteen and I know her and a friend play Harry Potter still at times.  Those days are numbered though. I feel it in my bones.

Mita and Enu have a hard time pretending.  I have noticed that children from developing countries are not encouraged to pretend.  Everything is very black and white. Instead of writing prompts to encourage a young author, they are assigned already written pieces to be copied by hand.  There are no blocks and building toys for the most part.  The building of a big tower and watching it crash down did not happen for them, so cause and effect wasn’t learned at an early age either.

I understand all of this, but I do yearn that they do get some more play in before the adult world creeps in on them.  They have blossomed a lot.  When they first got home they wouldn’t color unless they had someone tell them what colors to use or they saw an example. They would then try so hard to duplicate the example perfectly and end up getting mad and throwing it away. Free drawing was out of the question back then for sure.  I try to stimulate stories like “What would it be like if Bella (our dog) rode the school bus today?” or other activities like making up songs to stimulate some imagination.  They say that our brains are hardwired in the first three years of life and then have a pruning and re-wiring around 10-12.  I hope some of the re-wiring includes imagination and pretend play with my two girls who missed out the first time around.

I think I’ll ask my mom to tell me about some pretend games I used to play with my brother. I ‘m sure I’ve forgotten some of them and it would be fun to reminisce.   Like the time I pushed him to the sharks…a timeless memory that he needs to be reminded of!

 

 

I’m using yesterday’s writing prompt for NaBloPoMo today.  I’ve always been a little slow ;)  What would I jump into if money was no object?

If money were no object I would jump into owning a bookstore.  One that sold new and used books. A place to trade books, talk about books and read books.  I’d have discussion groups and story time for kids while also trying to fit in the teens into their special place.

If money were no object I would jump into travelling frequently to strange places.  I would take pictures, eat new foods and learn about the people. Then I would come home, to my book shoppe and share my finds with everyone.

If money were no object I would jump into a local non-profit helping young families with education, supplies and empowering them in their future endeavors.

If money were no object I would jump into hiring a cook.

If money were no object I would take my Hubby on a fantasy vacation to Italy and stop at a Race Car track to let him drive really fast. Then fly to Africa and climb Mt. Kilimanjaro with him.

The bad news.  Money is an object. The good news.  In my own limited way I have already begun working on a few of these things.  I work with young families, I’m raising a group of readers, I have travelled.  I still need to get Hubby to Italy and well, the cook thing will likely never happen.

But one can dream can’t I?!

 

 

 

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Love Summer Feet!

We live in a small, small town. Not even a town, it is technically a village.  I’ve struggled with living her at times, especially after we adopted two daughters from Ethiopia.  Diversity isn’t everyday around here, and cultural activities have to be sought out.

That said, our little village has grown a lot in culture and activities from when I grew up here. We have a recreation association that has fun, inexpensive local activities for kids, adults and families. We also have an association that puts on outdoor concerts in the summer for free.  We did not have these growing up, or I was not aware of them if we did.

Last night the first summer concert was the Kent State Steel Drum Band.  I so wanted to go and  Hubby was working late.  I love the drums.  Meg plays the sax and Mita is starting on the violin next school year.  Hubby and I are musically challenged, but we do enjoy it and hope the kids play instruments at least in the middle school to gain some music knowledge and appreciation. 

The kids complained, the older ones trying to get to stay home alone (a new developement in our house) and the younger ones were just pouty.  I not only dragged my four girls, I brought a neighbor girl with me.  I didn’t push my luck by suggesting a walk, so I loaded them all up in my car and drove the three minutes to our Village Hall.

You would have thought I was making them wash the kitchen floor with a toothbrush the complaining I heard! As the music started playing the kids’ faces were stoic, like I was poking them with needles for information they weren’t going to give.  Then they laid on the blankets, one started reading her book, two quietly wrestled while the other two laid on their fists.

Slowly but surely they loosened up a bit. When the calypso music started I saw some shoulder movement. After feeding them brownies I was also allowed to dance a bit on the blanket. Then we started doing the swim dance, while throwing some peace signs.  It was lovely.

At intermission, we left as I wasn’t going to push my luck. We had fun, though they may never admit it.

Next month…woodwinds :)

 

Not to long ago I sorted the kids’ library for summer reading. It was not easy.  I have a thing for books and while we utilize our public library quite a bit, we still had a lot of books at home. We were out of space and the books were in two different locations making it hard for the kids to look and choose a book.

I sorted into several piles: Keep forever but put-away, keep out on the shelves, give away to Good Will, give away to friends and family.  This was a hard process I must tell you, but I finally did it.  Several of my keep forever books never made it to the basement. I felt like I could use them in some of my classes that I teach to help encourage reading to babies and toddlers. 

As they are still on my desk awaiting to be taken to work I thought I would share them on my blog. (This makes it look like leaving them on the desk for a month had a purpose;)

On Mother’s Lap by Ann Herbert Scott Illistrated by Glo Coalson.  There are several different illistrated versions of this book , but I like Coalson’s version as it features a family that looks  Native Alaskan.  The book features young Michael and how he loves to sit on his mom’s lap with all his toys, but doesn’t think that there is enough room for his little brother to sit on her lap as well.  A great book if you are preparing for a new baby or teaching a sibling preperation class.

If You Were My Bunny by Kate McCMullan Illistrated by David McPhail.  This one was given to my  my  my sister in law, Robin, at my shower for Meg.  It is a sweet animal book showing little ones how mama is always there to protect you. Each different animal’s verse can be sung to a lullaby like Hush Little Baby or Twinkle-Twinkle-Little Star.

The Itsy Bitsy Spider told and illistrated by Iza Trapani. If you have never read an Iza Trapani book I highly encourage it. She takes time-old ryhmes and songs and makes gives them a bit of a twist. Very fun for parents tired of the same old stories and great for the kids’ imagination.

You Are My I Love You by Maryann K. Cusiman illistrated by Satomi Ichikawa.  A book that brings tears to my eyes and means so much to parents reading it.  The following line says it all really:

 I am your way home; you are my new path.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star illistrated by Jeanetter Winter  The simple song put to a great illistrations showing a little girl climbing a ladder to the sky to get her star.  I read this so many times to Meg when she was little.  This was our song if you will and I think of her everytime I see the ryme or hear the song.

If you are needing some new board books, are going to a baby shower or like me help new moms by teaching Baby Basics or Sibling classes, these books are great and I encourage you to check them out!

 

 

 

(Disclosure: The links above are not affilate links :)

 

Enu Jumping in the pool a few years ago!

As we get older we lose the fascination we once had with jumping.

Think about it. As a child we jumped all the time. Jumped up and down when we wanted a parent’s attention or had to pee. Jumped off the steps and the curb. Jumped in to the pool.  Jumped ropes. Jumped on trampolines.  Jumped with excitement.

When is the last time you jumped?  I had to think a while on that. I remember a little jump the other day when  I had to cross a small stream. That’s the last jump I remember in a good long while. The kids used to beg me to jump on the trampoline with them, but for reasons that are TMI I won’t disclose what a pain that was.  You can guess if you have ever delivered babies the good old-fashioned way though.

I used to jump on the bed every time I went into a hotel room. Even as an adult, but now I don’t even think about it when I enter a hotel room.  I even get mad at the kids for doing the thing I enjoyed for so many years!

So when do we lose this fascination with jumping?  Once we can drive or graduate college maybe?  Does becoming a parent mean you lose your jump-tastic energy?

Yes, that must be it.  We loose our jumpiness and pass it on to our little ones.

I hope, that once my little ones are all grown up my jumpiness comes back and I will again spontaneously jump for joy, jump with my grandkids and jump on hotel beds.  A worthy goal is it not?

Have you lost your joy for jumping?

 

I again went a little crazy and signed up for NaBloPoMo once again.  It is a challenge to write a post every day of the month. I attempted this last November with success! I not only had a good time, I expanded my horizons, got more hits (not that that is my main objective, but it is fun!) and became a better writer for it.

So I am on again for June.  I was hesitant as I have not been writing a lot lately, but I think I need a kick in the pants to get me going again…so here goes!

 

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Hubby got down the Christmas decorations on Thanksgiving afternoon per our normal tradition.   The girls carried the boxes in from the garage and I opening up a lid on the first box. On top was an envelope that said “Time Capsule 2010″.  Hmmm. My hand writing. Wow what a great idea! I’m so glad I thought of that, and then forgot it?!

So once all the decorations were up (the kids did an awesome job by the way, it is great to have kids who are old enough to actually help with things!) we sat down and I read the letters.  They were simple questions like:

What was your favorite song in 2010?

What was your favorite movie in 2010?

What do you remember most about 2010:

What do you hope happens in 2011?

It turns out that none of the girls’ predictions came true, Elle doesn’t have long hair and Mita didn’t get to go to Washington State.  We did make it to Chuck E. Cheese as Elle had hoped for and Meg did get to perform more in 2011 between her choir and being in Children’s Letters to God.  Enu did not get to spend the night for a week at her friends house, but she did  start doing her hair better!

A nice moment for us. I think this year I will add a few more question and have Hubby and I do one to.  I am going to add this to our Advent activities (Oh yeah, haven’t started planning those yet either.)

I wonder if I will forget next year?  Maybe I should go back and see if I blogged about my idea?  Echinacea anyone?

 

Mita's First Pie - All From Scratch!

I thought about writing a snarky post blasting what I am ungrateful for as a direct contrast to normal Thanksgiving day blog posts, but I didn’t. I don’t have the time or energy to be snarky at this point!

Christmas is my favorite holiday and (not just for the gifts!) but Thanksgiving is growing on me. I, of course, like the food.  I can take or leave Turkey, but the sides I adore.  Noodles, stuffing, deviled eggs, pie…… I can east several helpings if I leave out the turkey!  Mostly I like the time we take to be thankful. I think all of us are thankful for our blessing, and I also know that we are all so busy we sometimes forget to take the time, the space, the moment to give thanks.

I am thankful for many, many things, but here are just a few:

My hubby for putting up with me, loving me and being such a great Dad.

My girls – all of the them for bringing laughter and pride into my lift as well as challenging me to be a better person.

My parents for their continued support and help with watching my kiddos when I need it and having a great home to go relax in.

My mother in law for her love and generosity.

My brother and sister-in-law for giving hubby and I a great date weekend last week and watching my girls.

My job, for letting me come back to work for a few hours a week to help new families and help me regain my sanity.

My friends for giving me a circle to have fun with and complain with.

My upcoming breast reduction -  No more back/neck pain or skin infections!

My puppy dog for cuddling with me nightly.

There is more, but I will stop there for now!

 

On my mark, get set go!  I  am really liking this Sunday topic. It gets me relaxed big time, because I don’t have to think about what I am going to right.  Of course I don’t have to blog, it’s not my job. I like it though, so I do think about what to write.

This weekend Hubby and I went on a date! It was an overnighter at a local resort and then we went Christmas shopping in Canton.  We didn’t have a to buy as we don’t go overboard on Christmas, but I did by excessive amounts of wrapping paper as I just couldn’t pick which I liked more. It will all be used (and should be recycled) so all is well.  I did pick one item that was an impulse by. It was a $7 Littlest Pet Shop Walkables.  Elle really wants one and I have noticed at two stores that the stock is really low, like only one or two left. As this may be a popular item for Christmas I thought I should buy one just in case.  It is so cute.  I love the Pet Shops.

It felt luxurious getting up when I wanted to get up, have a cozy breakfast.  We shopped and then stopped for a pastry and coffee.  Then, because my Hubby is awesome…We went and saw Breaking Dawn.  What a man I have!  Have I mentioned I love him, sooo much?!

 

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 only.
  • 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.
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I’m having a rodent problem.  Hamsters to be more specific, not a rat infestation.  I bought two hamsters last May for the girls.  Mita didn’t want to have anything to do with them from the beginning, Meg was amused with them for a while, then said she was done. Elle is in love with them and Enu bought her own with her birthday money (huge mistake letting that happen) for a total of three hamsters.

Three. Ahhh.

So three hamsters. Two cages. Doable.

Then Phineas and Ferb started fighting.  Ferb took out Phineus’ hind leg and gnawed off the fur from his hind end. I thought for sure he would die from infection. Sad, but a nature thing, a lesson for the girls….but he didn’t die. He healed up when separated  from Ferb.  THREE CAGES.  Did I mention that Enu has lost interest and has tried to sell, then tried to give away her hamster (named Bob).  So cage cleaning time is not fun and it is not getting any funner.

We did, however, recently acquire another cage from a cousin hamster who died. It is a bigger cage and we have separated the two of them in the bigger cage so we are down to two cages. The den looks better already and Elle is really happy she doesn’t have to clean out two hamster cages anymore.

It was this drama I was complaining about just tonight to my brother and he had an answer, “Feed them Sprite.  They can’t fart so they die.”

What?!  I of course WOULD NEVER try and kill my kids’ pets, but I had to find out.  According to Veterinarian Google my little bro was right.  Hamsters, mice and rats do not express gas.  My guess is that it makes their insides burst, but I didn’t want to dig that deep into the subject.

So that just shows you that brothers are good for all kinds of great info, like how to kill your children’s animals.

Disclosure: If my  hamsters die in the next few days it is a total coincidence, I will not hurt them. I love the little boogers, even if they stink sometimes.

Oh yeah, Enu is still open to giving Bob away so let me know. We will throw in a box of food with the hamster and cage…it’s close to Christmas…pretty please…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I’ve been watching ABC Family (not family-oriented with most of their shows btw, the advertisements alone make me blush and cover my kids ears) the last few nights.  They are playing the Harry Potter movies with the TV premier of Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince this weekend.  Hubby is gone of to Washington DC  with Meg and Mita and I have the younger two in bed by 8.  So I sit alone doing odds and ends, folding laundry, cutting coupons and watching Harry Potter.  The more I watch them the happier I am that Meg has always admired Hermione.  She rocks. She is super smart, cute but not overdone, funny and honest.

Meg went as Hermione for Halloween at least three years in a row. Two times in robes and once in the Yule Ball gown I got off Ebay.  I have the gown in my closet, it is too memorable to put in the dress up trunk.  I don’t know if I will ever get rid of that one!

Are you attached to one of your child’s heros?

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 only.
  • 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.
  • Link up your post at AllThingsFadra.com
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.
 

I was reading a touching post on BlogHer and was yet again inspired to write a post.  That makes two posts this month (9 days) that I have challenged myself to write a post with a specific purpose.

The writing experiment that is NaBloPoMo has been great for me. I’m really trying to improve my writing and reading other posts is one of the best ways for me to do this. I love reading, always have, but I’ve never read books, blogs or magazines as a writer.  I’ve always approached them as a reader looking for information, inspiration and entertainment.  Looking at different sentence structures, uses a word, expressions and humor has challenged me to work harder.

When I describe myself as a writer, I use the term loosely as I have never been great with words, spelling or grammar.  I do want to inspire others though. Be it with breastfeeding knowledge, adoptive parent anecdotes or by telling you about a book I like; I want to contribute.

Thank you for reading, leaving comments and tolerating me!

 

 

 

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 Setting on the floor this afternoon I was flipping around the channels and saw that the movie Hook was playing.  You know the movie with Robin Williams, Julia Roberts and Dustin Hoffman. I loved that movie when it came out and settled down to watch it as I clipped and organized my coupons.

Elle soon came in and started watching it with me. I told her the plot and thought we would enjoy it together.  After a few minutes she tells me, “I’m not really into Peter Pan anymore.”  She says this with a dull, bored voice.

Crack, went my heart. I love Peter Pan. I adore the books, the movies Peter Pan and Return to Neverland were Meg’s favorites once upon a time. When we were in London we spent a couple of hours in the drizzley rain looking for the Peter Pan stature in Hyde Park… What’s not to love about Peter Pan?  A boy who doesn’t want to grow up, who plays with swords, eats imaginary food and chases his own shadow.

After the movie was over I told her that I had recorded the Tinker Belle show on Disney to watch later with her.  Her response will haunt me forever…”Nah. I don’t really care about Tinker Belle anymore either.”

Not. My. Child.

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 only.
  • 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.
  • Link up your post at AllThingsFadra.com
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.
 

April 16th, 2008  Hubby and I were in a cab driving through the streets of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Our guest house was far from our agencies home and I was a bit car sick.  Stop and go is the normal for driving in developing nations. A lot of horns blowing, strange and wonderful smells in the air. I kept wanting to speak in Spanish as all my senses thought I was in Peru again.

I had put on a long skirt that day with a shirt with 3/4 length sleeves. The outfit was well-thought out as it is considered rude to expose your knees and your elbows in Ethiopia. Kids can get away with short sleeve shirts, but not women.  I didn’t want to shock my new kids with bad manners.

My new kids. It was finally time to meet Mita and Enu. Two years into the adoption process, three months from first seeing their photos and it was all coming down to right now. I was worried they would cry and beg not to be taken. I was worried they might be mean and aggressive in their fear.

We pull into the alley with our agency’s sign “AAI” hanging in front of large metal doors and I felt a wave of anxiety. The guard lets us through and we do into the office. The compound is what I expected, lots of dirt and metal familiar to us with our experiences in Peru. What was different was that this time we would be taking two of the child as our own, not just playing with them or helping them. They were to be ours.

The Canadian director took us to Mita and Enu’s class. She stepped inside for a moment. I was waiting for the music to start playing, this is the dramatic part right? No music. To little girls step out.  Smaller than I had imagined. They smiled bashfully and gave us a hug, immediately calling us mom and dad. I was pleased of course, but know that they were taught to do this. They had no idea that mom and dad were Enat and Abba.  So trusting, yet really they had no choice but to come with us.

Their grimy hands in mine, they took me to see their bunk.  One little bed without a pillow in a room with at least eight other bunks.  One small cubby held all of their belongings.  Enu looks at me with pride when she shows me her family photo album.  I cried behind my sunglasses.  Pictures. My heart broke and sang at the same time. More than I had asked for. I had prayed for one picture of their mom. I got so much more.

Hubby worked on paper work while we hung out in the office.  I couldn’t talk with them, nor could they will be. We all seemed content, just a bit awkward maybe.  Mita and Enu were not the names they went by, they were more family nic names and we weren’t the family that used them. My mind shifted to change the names I had dreamt about, talked about and written for several months.  Already a change in expectations and we were thirty minutes into our new lives.  That set the pace for the next few years.

I don’t look back on that day with music. I remember new love and timidness.   The adoption was over.  The rest of our lives were beginning.

 

The first picture I ever saw of my girls.

A recent post on BlogHer inspired me to write about meeting my daughters for the first time.

I remember Meg being put in my arms shortly after giving birth to her. I said “I know you now. I know you now.”  I was in awe that I was finally seeing my daughter face to face after carrying her for those many months.  I didn’t even know if she was a boy or a girl, I just knew I loved her and that she would be perfect and that I would be the perfect mom.  I had such high expectations for us. Well, after twelve years neither of us have proved to be perfect, but I really know her now. Every freckle, every scar, every pre-teen look she gives me. I know who she is.

It was pretty much the same when Elle was born. Though I knew she was a girl and I knew neither of us would be perfect. I felt enormous love and thanksgiving when she was born.  I was an experienced parent who knew that it would go fast and that we would make it through just fine.  My expectations weren’t as high, I just wanted to enjoy her.

I first saw Mita and Enu’s pictures in January 2008. I was so overjoyed to have a referral. I was so happy to see their faces.  I was so ready to put the love I already felt to two little faces. I got to read school reports and health reports. I had put personalities to them just by their pictures. I bought them clothes and dreamed about meeting them.

Then we were there.  The director took us to their classroom and brought them out to us. They were so small, so scared but happy.  I now know they were happy because they had been told this was a happy thing. They really didn’t have a clue what was going on, the concept was just to big.  Mita has told me when they were introduced to us as mom and dad she thought they had painted her Ethiopian dad peach!

The hugged us, held my hand, showed us the bunk they shared and their personal belongings.  Enu handed me something that I will be forever grateful for. She handed me family pictures.  Baby pictures, pictures of them growing up with their mom, dad and grandparents.  This album has allowed me to talk about what they looked like as a baby, it has let them see how loved they were by their parents. It is a true miracle that many international adoptees don’t have.

So there I was hugging two little girls who were strangers to me, but not.  I felt relief, happiness and a bit of now what? They knew very little English, I knew even less Amharic and yet we were a family. They looked at me, I looked at them. We were in a bit of limbo at that time I now realize.

One of the things that sticks out in my mind most is that Mita was sucking on the seatbelt buckle in the taxi. I was so grossed out, but didn’t want one of my first actions to be a correction. So I let her suck it (not wear it mind you!).  I would have never let Meg or Elle have done that, but I knew them. I still didn’t know Mita.  This is not a bad thing to admit.  Adoption is different from giving birth, adopting older kids is way different from giving birth.  They had an entire six and eight years of life that I didn’t experience with them.

Much like the birth of Meg, I had a lot of expectations for Mita and Enu, but I had learned that expectations can change and that can be a good thing. Much like with the birth of Elle I was ready to live in the moment.

What is different is that I don’t know where every scar has come from. I don’t know when their first steps were taken or when they started getting teeth.  I have no idea what the birth stats are or even the correct date of birth.  This things don’t really sadden me as an adoptive mom as I know that their Ethiopian mom and dad got to see these moments and from the pictures, I know they enjoyed these moments. What does make me sad is that if the girls decide to have kids of their own, we won’t be able to compare when things happened.

After three and a half years, I can say that I know my girls. I just don’t know everything.  I never will.

These last seven hundred words cannot give you a great picture of what happened during that day visually, but it does show what was going through my mind.  As this is NoPloPoMo and I am to stretch my writing, I am going to attempt to write this post again, but make it more about the actual meeting. We will see how that goes!

 

 

 

 

I was at the gyno’s today trying to figure out the date of my last period.  I used to be so on the ball with things like that, but don’t worry about it much now since I don’t worry about being pregnant.  While  I was looking at the calendar I could tell you my daughters’ cycles better than my own.

It is a weird thing having maturing daughters.  Not bad, just weird.  I am rather matter of fact with body functions (see my RN credentials) and thus have passed this on to my girls a bit. It seems all they talk about at times are boobs and pads and it hits me that I am in a different time of life now. The baby-toddler-preschooler-first day of school phase is over for me. My baby (almost 7) was chopping carrots for dinner tonight. I’m concentrating on periods, bras and acne rather than sippy cups and Cheerios.

I have to adjust to this new parenting phase and stop hovering. I should do more talking and share more about my experiences rather than just giving orders. It’s hard. Hard for me and hard for the kids to be growing. I feel my control slipping and I don’t like that feeling.

The struggle I deal with is that I am so afraid I will mess it all up. There is no do-overs in parenting and that is why my normally easy-going personality hit the road when I became mom.

Hubby is handling this “the girls are growing up” well.  Better than I am actually. He’s an amazing dad. I would have died to talk to my dad about periods and my girls know they can go to him if they need something or are having a hard time.  He takes it all in stride, which cannot be easy sometimes. He grew up with four brothers and now has four daughters. Life is funny that way.

Have you hit a different place in the parenting timeline that has been a struggle?  Are you dreading your child hitting puberty or looking forward to watching them grow? Any words of advice are always appreciated!

 

 

 

 

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Since I didn’t have anything else to do this month I thought I would sign up to blog EVERY DAY IN NOVEMBER!  Ugh. Erg. Blah. It’s going to be fun I’m sure.  National Blog Post Month is what that funky word above means. The purpose of this is to challenge bloggers with writing and to grow readership.  I don’t know how much I have to share but away I go!

I really do want to stretch myself a bit more with my writing so my goals are to write more about Adoption, Older Child Adoption, the famine in the Horn of Africa, parenting girls through the start of puberty, books and the holidays.  If you have any other suggestions let me know! I’m sure by day 6 I’ll be stumbling a bit.

 

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