Monday, February 28, 2011

Sometimes our decisions...

create consequences that are down right miserable.
We are learning discipline that works and doesn't.
Here's an example: when you go to sunday school and falsify information (meaning that you lead them to believe it is your birthday, they sing to you, and give you special treats) your barbies might end up on top of the armour.
BUT, on the flip side, when you pick up the 90 pills that spilled from the cupboard with out mom even asking (that mom knocked over) and then skip away as if you didn't do anything helpful or deserving of a reward, you get those little blue crocs that you have wanted forever and happen to be on clearance at target.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Moses' last lesson

When I was about 20 years old, I acquired a cat from someone who no longer could care for him. This cat went from 3 different apartments, 3 different homes, and a few brief stays at my 'rents. He was a lovable, gentle 19lb black cat, named Moses Duane. He would follow me around the house and yard, ride in the car with me (front seat with his paws by the window), and sleep with me at night. You could hold him like a baby or let a baby hold him and he never winced. Mo died this week.

When I showed Mo to Winnie, she didn't say much. I didn't think it was something that impacted her as it did me. UNTIL LATER... she has had dreams about Tim and I going to heaven all week. She has asked me if we will still be alive when she becomes grown up. She wanted to know where she would go if we died. She even told a story about a mama who ate spaghetti and died the next day.

This obviously makes me sad to think about. She's lost her bio mom and dad, and I never would want her to experience that kind of loss again. There's this gap in her story that we can not fill in. Although she doesn't remember them, I know she feels sad at not being with a mom and dad for several years in the orphanage. She wants to hear stories about herself when she was a "baby" and other things that I can not give her. The little picture of her holding a ball (guessing around three years old) will serve as her baby picture.

As much as it makes me choke back a tear, I do appreciate the fact that it is an open discussion together. I don't want her to think "this makes mommy sad, I shouldn't talk about this." No subject is taboo. We truly feel it is important to talk about these things now, so she can come to us with an array of emotions and feel acceptance. Anger can be healthy. As she grows, I am guessing that these discussions will change and take many forms. I'm not ashamed to say that I don't know the perfect answers! God has given us great books, yahoo groups on adoption, and friends with sage advice, which I use to form my responses the majority of the time. I have felt great comfort in having a partner who does an awesome job in navigating these discussions as well.
Thanks Mo for the many years of companionship and for leaving a good lesson even on your last day with us.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Ahhh the paper chase

Tonight, I glued myself to my seat to get some of this second adoption paper work started. I'm sorting through agreements to write statements for 18 years of our next child's life, financials, guardianship, reading of 5 books each on adoption (must include the titles), references, greivences, etc. I thought I would include you, the reader, in the monotony of the paperchase.

Uh, NO. I don't want to bore you. And if you are still reading this, I really wanted to tell you some more about this second adoption thing. We are excited!!

Tim, Winnie, and I have really been thinking about this for quite a while. We have been looking for the right agency and timing for #2. Winnie has been such an amazing addition to our family, and we really want to add to it! Our plan right now (and you know from the first time around, things usually change) is to adopt a younger child. The official request is a boy or girl 0-18 months, but I have already been lingering at the "waiting child" page. The waiting child page is full of the most adorable who have been waiting for a home for a long time, some special needs, sibling groups, and older children. Our Woineshet was the first on the waiting child list page for a long time, and I have a sneaking suspicion our next child might be there too. We are using our adoption agency again, America World Adoption Associates. Oh yeah, we are paperchasing for a child from Ethiopia, can't forget to tell ya that.

So, as we fill out paper work and do the boring task of paper chasing, I have this curious feeling of... "What does God have in-store for us this time?" I have learned many lessons with the first time around. I know that our limitations are made to be broken and our boundaries are not God's boundaries. So, I'm just curious and excited. We pray for our new addition most days and talk about him... ohhh, I just typed "him," that gives away another of my suspicions... every day.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Baby ain't baby

Winnie has been wanting to be held a lot this week. Tim's theory is that she knows she won't be able to be held like a baby in the near future, due to size. She is trying to get some arm time in before then.

These pictures illustrate the difficulties I face trying to pick her up at night to go potty. I am usually half dragging her by the time we get 25 feet to the bathroom. I am so envious of her deep sleep.

All three of us cleaned the house yesterday. Winnie spent hours on her room... The incentive you might ask?? I promised I would call Joe's (favorite boy at school) mom to see if he could come over to play. Joe is the same boy that Winnie growled into a corner on the playground this fall. She was playing "wolves" but he didn't know it. Poor boy has recovered, and they are now good friends. She's doing much better with respect of personal space.

On the adoption home front, we are just filling out paper work. There isn't a day that goes by that we don't talk about Winnie's new brother or sister with her. She is concerned that if she gets a brother he won't want to wear all of her hand me down girl clothes..."and what will he play with?"


Tuesday, February 1, 2011

A calamity day adventure...

Lately, Tuesdays have been "Favorite Fun Day." Today we were going ice-skating, last week we took papa swimming. An ice storm changed our plans a bit this morning... in a good way. We looked outside to see that the streets, trees, and cars were covered in 1/4 inch of ice. Tim called to say there was no school, and we should NOT be driving... infact he slipped and hurt his back a little this morning on the way to work (hope you feel better).
After breakfast, I thought of these contraptions that we had bought for a winter hike and NEVER wore since. YAKTRAX. They strap to whatever boots you have. presto, like magic, you can walk on ice. I dug them out of the scarf box and told miss W we would go on a little adventure.

We walked 3 miles, rescued a guy that looked like santa, had hot cocoa and cookies with a good friend, told a LONG story about Pricilla and Jilla (little girls that didn't listen, but decided to make better choices and changed the world), and read books at the library. We had an amazing time. I'm really really glad that we had these little contraptions!! They took a potentially boring day and turned it into a fun adventure.