April 30, 2007 at 10:57 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Picture_1Silence can say more than a thousand words.

This day shall unite us all about this unbelievable painful & shocking event and show some respect and love to those who lost their loved ones.

On April 30th 2007, the Blogosphere will hold a One-Day Blog Silence in honor of the victims at Virginia Tech. More then 30 died at the US college massacre.

But it´s not only about them. Many bloggers have responded and asked about all the other victims of our world. All the people who die every day. What about them?

This day can be a symbol of support to all the victims of our world!

All you have to do is spread the word about it and post the graphic on your blog on 30th April 2007. No words and no comments. Just respect, reflect and empathy.

Thanks to Rocky at Muthahood for the idea….

Friday Fun Pic – part 21

April 26, 2007 at 9:41 pm | Posted in Friday Fun Pic | 1 Comment

I was looking through old pictures on my computer in an attempt to organize them and get them burned to CD when I came across a bunch of old photos of Bean.  This was taken the day of her baptism when she was about 8 months old.   I had forgotten what a chunk she was when she was little.   And how square her face is.  She looks like such an angel in her gown.  Veteran parents often tell newbie parents to cherish moments because they pass quickly.  Sometimes you forget how quickly it really is.

Conversations with Sophie – Act 5

April 23, 2007 at 7:13 am | Posted in Sophie stuff | 1 Comment

Fade in: Gale force winds whip through the sleepy residential neighborhood as is slowly wakes to another school/work week.  Commuters are on their way to work and busses are picking up the children as they cling tightly to their books.  A loud thud is heard outside and frantic mom looks out the window.

Mom:  Shit!

Sophie: Is shit naughty?

Mom:  Stay here. Do not move.  The recycling can blew over.  Mommy has to go outside.

Sophie:  Mommy is shit naughty?

Frantic mom runs into the front lawn still jammie clad.  Running around in an attempt to keep all their recyclables from blowing throughout the neighborhood, she not so swiftly gathers as much rubbish as she can and stuffs it into the recycling can.  Hoping to avoid a repeat performance as the wind appears to blow stronger, mom repositions the recycling can.

Back inside the home…

Sophie:  Mommy, is shit naughty?

Mom:  Yes sweetie, it is naughty.  But Mommy was mad because the wind blew over the recycling can.  It is very windy today.

From outside….thud.

Mom:  Fuck!

Sophie:  Mommy, fuck is naughty.

Yes it is my dear but two trips outside in the blowing wind in my jammies to pick up garbage earns me the right to be naughty.   

From the window we hear Diego loving toddler who spies an empty paper towel roll blowing across the lawn:

Sophie:  Mommy can you get me my spotting scope?

Yeah…I’ll get right on that.

Spring has Sprung

April 19, 2007 at 6:18 am | Posted in Sophie stuff | 2 Comments

Number Nine…Number Nine

April 18, 2007 at 6:56 am | Posted in Henry Stuff | 6 Comments

As in nine months.  H is nine months today.  I can’t believe how time is passing.  He is full out crawling now but will resort to his inchworm/army crawl if he is really set on getting something or going somewhere.   He is very, very curious and mischievous.  I must get the cabinet locks on soon as I fear my ability to keep him out of the kitchen is soon to go.

He has two teeth full in on the bottom and his top two have broken through the gum but have not descended all the way yet.  The incisors on the top are just about to break through as is one on the bottom.  For as many teeth he has cut in the last month I’m so surprised he is as happy as he is.

He eats like a fiend….I think he would eat 24/7 if I let him.  In fact, I’ve always had to cut off his food supply rather than him refuse food.  Partially because of all the puking when he first came home (which seems to have completely ended) and partially because I can’t imagine where he puts the food I give him.  He is a bottomless pit. 

He has a monster temper.  Yes…if he doesn’t get his way when he wants it, look out.  He has got a set of lungs that would rival most opera singers.   And he kicks.  And flails his body.  And produces instantaneous tears like a waterfall.  Thank God he loves to suck his thumb and snuggle with a blanket or soft friend because it is just about the only thing that calms him down.

He is growing well and loving his big sister as she is him.  She loves to make him laugh and in return his laughs add fuel to her silly fire. 

Shall We Play A Game?

April 17, 2007 at 12:42 pm | Posted in Guilty Pleasures | 2 Comments

So I opened by big mouth or fat fingers and asked Cole at Blahblahblahto interview me.  See she found a new BFF, Pointless-Drivel, in blog-land and they are part of a little blog game.  Ever so much the joiner I begged to have Cole interview me.  A-hem….why now that I have seen her questions I’m not so sure.  But here is the deal: a blogger asks to be interviewed (that would be me) by a fellow blogger already in the game (that would be Blahblahblah).  Gaming blogger emails interviewing blogger a list of five questions to be answered on blog.  Then then interviewing blogger invites any and all blogger/readers to ask to be interviewed providing the same courtesy of posting the answers on their blog with links back to the interviewer thus keeping the game going.  Capiche? 

Here we go:

WARNING:  My friend Cole apparently has a wicked sense of humor and one of the questions is a bit um, shall we say personal.  Friends and family I urge you to read with caution.

1.  So, DriverEight, where are you going and what kind of car are you driving?  I’m on the road to nowhere fast in my bitchin’ 88 Nissan Sentra.

2.  If you could change one thing about your appearance, what would it be and why do you change that versus some other thing?  How would it make your life better?  Well technically this is really three questions so I may not answer the other questions you’ve asked.   Ha…alas I am a good sport.  I would change my hair.  It is wavy but not curly enough to really be worn curly and not straight enough to wear straight without a lot of work put into it.  Then if it is even remotely humid, forget it.  The straight attempt gets really ugly and the curly attempt just gets frizzy.  The other things I would consider changing (my complexion, my weight) can be changed with better diet and exercise or actually washing my face before I go to bed at night.  I’m just lazy. 

Why my hair?  Again because the other things I would want to change I can change if I put some time and attention to it.  With my hair it’s just not gonna change.  I’d love to be able to go outdoors in the summer and just let my hair be flat or curl more because the humidity got it but with my hair that just won’t happen.  I’d love to wear some of the really cute, sleek styled but I can’t because of the texture of my hair.  I’ve basically had the same hairdo for the majority of my life and I’ve never liked it.  Never.  I would just like to never have to think about what I’m going to do with my hair today and almost break out into a nervous sweat about it.

3.  As far as adoption goes, why Korea?  Well…when we started this whole process we felt that domestic adoption was not for us.  Way too scary in terms of the openness and possibility of a birth parent changing their minds in the 11th hour.  International seemed our best fit.  When investigating countries we wanted to be placed with a child as young as possible as well as have the option to not travel as we have a 3-1/2 year old daughter that would not be traveling with us.  This means we’d have to ask family to take time off work to watch her for us which we didn’t really want to have to do.  So Korea was the best fit for us.

Funny how now that we’re at the point we’re at (baby home, adjusting to life as a family of four) the things that attracted us to the program didn’t come into play.  Yes, our son was young at the time he was placed with us.  But we learned that his birth parents had visited him prior to him traveling home with us which is pretty much unheard of at the agency we used in Korea.  Plus we wound up traveling to Korea to pick him up due to a shortage of escorts which in retrospect was the best thing we could have done.  We got to see the country and meet his foster mother which is priceless.  I mean, I think back on the 2-1/2 hours we spent with this woman and my heart is filled with emotion. 

Since we knew his birth parents had kept close tabs on him while he was in foster care, we’ve sent a letter to both his foster mother and his social worker along with pictures at the end of each month since he has been home.  We feel it is important that they know he is doing well and is loved.  His social worker will place the letters and pictures in a file for the birth parents to have in the event they request them.  We have very strong feelings that they will and have no intention of stopping our communication with them.  So in a sense our “closed” international adoption is a bit open.

4.  What is your favorite sexual position and why?  So I don’t ever talk about things this personal with anyone really so I honestly can’t start in on specifics now.  But I will say that I don’t necessarily have a favorite as what may be a good position one time may not be another.

5.  What is your most obnoxious personality trait and who would agree with you?  It is my need to orchestrate and organize things in a way that please me.  So regardless if the outcome is the same I want it done my way.  Example: making pizza I put sauce, pepperoni, mushrooms and cheese.  If my husband makes it out of that order I would say, “Why are you doing it that way?  The pepperoni goes on first because it is flatter and easier to put the mushrooms on top of them rather than the other way around.”  The pizza will taste the same and he’s making it so I shouldn’t give a hoot how he puts it together.  But I always seem to feel the need to comment on it.  My sisters would agree….

So all you folks out there, especially those with a blog, if you want to keep this going just post a comment asking me to interview you.  All I ask in return is you link back to my blog and Blahblahblah, be open to answering my five questions and posting them on your blog.  I will interview as many people that ask…come on….let’s play!

Like a Prayer

April 14, 2007 at 3:51 pm | Posted in Check out this blog | 1 Comment

When I was pregnant with Bean I was attending my final semester at DePaul.  One of my classes involved volunteering time with an organization with a team of classmates.  Throughout the duration of our class I shared with my teammates that we had problems getting pregnant and were nearing the end of our journey.  We were attempting one last in-vitro cycle with a local physician and if it didn’t work we would be traveling to Colorado for our final cycle before hanging up our IVF needles.  A few weeks after I found out I was indeed pregnant and progressing “normally”, Jim told me that his prayer group had been praying for me.  I was blown away.  Basically I was a stranger and he had thought our quest for pregnancy was worth praying for.  I was honored.  I felt as though God answered my prayers.  And if there were a few more people praying for me well, we could use all the help we could get.

A week ago a local church youth group held a door-to-door food drive in our community.  While gathering a few canned goods for their cause, one of the girls asked if there was anyone we would like them to pray for.  My husband could not think of anyone…and neither could I.  I thought to myself, how LAME that we can’t think of one person to pray for.  Then I remembered friends of our were in the midst of an IVF cycle so we asked them to pray for them.  Our friends found out this past Monday that they are indeed pregnant.

So what is the power of prayer?  I’m not sure I know for sure but I figure it can’t hurt a cause, right?  So please, please, please if you are visiting this site as a regular reader (do I actually have those aside from family??) or come across this post or blog by accident say a prayer for Baby James.  He is a small boy adopted from South Korea who has had more than his share of fights to face in his short life.  It can’t hurt for us to open our hearts for this little man who seems braver than his age would allow and is fighting the good fight.

Thanks to Third Mom’s post which brought this blog to my attention.  I’m going to leave this post up for several days in hopes that many may visit and say a prayer for him.

Under the radar

April 13, 2007 at 7:09 am | Posted in General Junk | Leave a comment

Thought I would lay low today seeing as it’s the 13th.  And it’s Friday.  And I have a lot of ideas in my head that I want to write but between an army crawling 9 month old and a potty training 3-1/2 year old I just don’t seem to have the time to organize them.  Soon.

In the meantime, pop on over to Down To This and check out the adventures of Johnny and his quest on becoming a parent the second time around.  It’s an amazing story and he’s very generous to share such a personal story with us. 

Conversations with Sophie – Act 4

April 12, 2007 at 8:48 am | Posted in Sophie stuff | Leave a comment

Fade in:  aging mom is changing horrid diaper of over 3 year old who refuses to potty train.  Mom is soul searching and wondering if the onslaught of poo will ever stop from precicious toddler who now notifies mom instant poop hits the diaper.

Sophie (holding her much loved Diego figure in hand): Diego has a ba-gina.

Mom: What?

Sophie: Diego has a ba-gina like Sophie.

Mom: Actually boys and girls are different.  Boys have a penis and girls have a vagina. Is Diego a boy or a girl?

Sophie:  Um….he’s a boy.  But he has a ba-gina. 

Mom (muttered to herself): I knew it.

I wrote this some time ago and found it among my drafts….

Mr. Sandman

April 10, 2007 at 6:23 am | Posted in Dreams | 3 Comments

I’ve had several variations of this dream 3 or 4 times over the last 8 or so months but the central theme is the same.  It’s my friends and I on a cruise ship sailing to some foreign destination.  The major issue/theme is that I have become separated from them.  It has manifested itself in terms of me finding my room but not being able to find theirs or them having gone ashore without me.  There usually is a point towards the end of the dream where we do connect but they have hardly even noticed that I haven’t been around nor are they distressed that I’ve been searching for them. 

 I’ve pretty much boiled this one down to my changing role as a parent of two coupled with the busy lives we all lead.  With many children amongst us that are very busy in a plethora of activities, we are lucky to see each other once a year around the Christmas holidays.

But riddle me this Batman, what the hell does it mean when after reuniting with my friends in my latest installment I observe a cook in an open grill restaurant throwing live baby pigs onto a scalding hot grill to cook?  The last of which failing to fall onto its side thus dying rather promptly is actually running in place to escape the burning heat on it’s little feet.  When appearing defeated by the little porker, the chef throws hot grease on the piglet claiming his final victim.

I swear…I didn’t drink before I went to bed.  Honest.

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