tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78524566970069442572024-03-05T09:46:13.203-05:00Dreams Really do Come True!Melbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16058896619253076094noreply@blogger.comBlogger238125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852456697006944257.post-14909706808039824352012-10-23T23:33:00.000-04:002012-10-23T23:33:04.957-04:00Mommy My MoonTonight as I was tucking Charlie into bed, we sang one of our favorite songs, "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." As I covered him up, I said to him, "Goodnight, Charlie My Star." In his sweet, sleepy little boy voice he replied, "Goodnight, Mommy My Moon," It was one of those precious, fleeting moments of motherhood that I wished I could bottle up and keep forever. <br />
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He is growing and changing so fast these days, and I often find myself reminiscing about days gone by. I do love now, but sometimes I just miss the simpler times from when he was younger. Truth be told, we are all working hard right now, and our days are busy and sometimes overwhelming. I often feel like my time with him is too full of all the things we have to do and not full enough of the things we want to do.<br />
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Tonight served as a powerful and precious reminder of how each and every moment we share with our little ones is special. How each and every moment matters, especially to our children. And...because I can't help myself, I'll leave you with a recent picture of the little man himself, plus his parents. :) See what I mean...he's growing up and changing so fast these days! <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I love that saying because it not only makes me think of our son, but also of a few special friends that I've met along the road of our adoption journey. Wendy (from <a href="http://wendy-steve-andg3.blogspot.com/">Our Story</a>) and Rachel are two such friends. Last week I was
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<span style="font-size: large;">All our kids are within a few months of each other age-wise, so they had a great time playing together, both at Wendy's house where we first got together, and at the splash park where we went to play. </span><br />
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When my mom saw this she laughed and said, "That reminds me of Ramona and the apples." And indeed, it does! Which leaves me wondering...are we raising Ramona's male counterpart? Sometimes I'd like to think we are. In his defense, the peaches <i>are</i> absolutely delicious, as they often are this time of year. Besides, as another Facebook commenter put it, "The first bite's the best!" And indeed...who can argue with that? Certainly not our little boy!!Melbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16058896619253076094noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852456697006944257.post-35423762712557456672012-07-16T16:08:00.000-04:002012-07-16T16:11:40.860-04:00Custom iPhone Case from ShuterflyI am in LOVE with this new product from Shutterfly. If I had the budget, I'd get a different phone case for every day of the week! Phones are such an ever-present part of our daily lives now...I love the option of having photos of my favorite little person on mine. Check it out:
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It helps sooo much having already been through this process and knowing what to expect along the way. That, and...I feel happy and content where we are in life right now. While I absolutely do want to grow our family, and I do want another child, I don't care as much when that happens, or how. I'm not sure that makes a lot of sense. All I can really say is that I am <i>much</i> more relaxed this time around than I was last time. I'm sure there will still be moments when it's hard or frustrating or whatever...but overall, I feel a sense of contentment and peace about the whole thing.<br />
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Charlie was so cute then we picked him up from daycare. We asked him if he wanted a baby brother or a baby sister and he said, "brosher." I high-fived him for that because, deep down, I have a special little place tucked away in the corner of my heart for the notion of a family of BOYS. Not that I wouldn't completely welcome and adore a baby girl, mind you! Then walking into the restaurant where we stopped for dinner, I explained that Mommy and Daddy had been to the adoption agency today and that we were going to adopt a baby again. I said, "But this time, you get to help!" I asked him again if he wanted to have a brother or a sister and he said, "Ummmm...a sisser!" Cut to our conversation at the dinner table, where Michael asked him the same question one more time and, after carefully considering for a minute, he said, "I want a brosher AND a sisser!" Now that is a boy truly after my own heart - covering all his bases in such an important matter. Oh how I love him so. I know he will make an amazing big brother when the time comes, I can't wait for that!!</div>
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Looking back now, it's actually hard to remember what things were like for us before he came home. Happy 3rd birthday to our friendly, funny, feisty, fast, (sometimes) ferocious but always fabulous little man. Charlie...I could not love you more if I tried!!<br />
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Still - the holidays are upon us and that always brings out my sentimental side. I just ordered our family Christmas cards and that made me think of last Christmas when Shutterfly did their big "free photo card" promotion for bloggers. At that time, I was blogging like mad. There are no free photo cards this year, but (how wonderful it is to say!) that's OK because greeting cards actually fit into our budget this year. <br />
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Additionally, we are speaking at the adoption agency again tomorrow and that always makes me think of blogging and the many stories I've related to...families I've connected with through this outlet. Blogging is so powerful and I do miss it. I think that some part of me will always be a blogger, even if I end up dropping that ball for the time being. I need to take some time to let things settle in my life and then figure out what parts of my personal life can fit where. As thrilled as I am to have found a teaching job (they are frighteningly scarce in my state,) it's still been a whirlwind that has left me in survival mode for the past several months. <br />
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I am exhausted and overwhelmed but happy and productive too. I guess that's about the gist of things! I hope all my fellow bloggers out there are doing well and I wish you all a happy holiday season! <br />
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There was a time when I would've said blogging was <i>in me</i> - as in something I had to do, something about which I had no choice. I'm no longer sure that's the case but I do still enjoy blogging, when I have the time. I've been thinking about it a lot lately and I'm not sure exactly where to go with my blogging. I love that I have so many followers, and I love (even more) the valuable connections I've made through this blog but...where should I go from here? <br />
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A fellow adoptive mom and good friend of mine, (see what I mean about the valuable connections I've made through blogging!) <a href="http://wendy-steve-andg3.blogspot.com/">Wendy</a> recently wrote a post and I've decided to follow her lead. <br />
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I had an incredibly special experience a couple of weeks ago. I got to go to her prenatal doctor's appointment. We heard the baby's heartbeat (nice and strong at 138-142) for a couple of minutes. It was, quite simply, amazing. I never got to experience that with my own son (and I am genuinely okay with that) but because of my sisters, I have been able to have small glimpses of what it's like to grow a baby inside your own body. I'm so thankful to both of them for letting me experience, vicariously, some of the special moments that infertility tried to take away. I felt very similarly when my older sister let me feel one of her contractions as she was beginning to go into labor with my now two-year-old niece. All of the children in my life are extremely special to me and I love that our family is so close that I can be a part of their lives even before they are born. <br />
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The fund is still in need of host families for this summer but even if that's not something you can commit to right now, maybe you can help by donating funds or, like me, by simply spreading the word to others who may be able to help. If you watch even one of the video clips posted on <a href="http://freshairfundhost.org/">the fresh air site</a>, I think you'll agree that two weeks really can make a difference!<br />
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He has such sweet, skinny little arms that I started saying, "Give me spaghetti arms" when I wanted a hug because I love the way his arms feel as they wrap around my neck. Smart little chap that he is, he turned our new game from "spaghetti arms" into meatball hug. Now he will run up with his arms stretched out wide, wrap his adorable spaghetti arms around my neck and smush his cheek up against mine as he is saying, "meeebaaaa huuuuuug" over and over.<br />
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As the mother of a beautiful, brown boy, these things have raised questions for me. What am I supposed to do when our son starts making connections about the color of his skin and the negative connotations associated with that color? Frankly, they are everywhere once you start noticing them. Brown and black both have some very strongly negative associations. In our daily dealings with our little one, we do (and have always) incorporated as many positive connotations surrounding these colors as we can. For example, I will say, "Look at that beautiful, brown belly...I'm gonna' give it some kisses!" when I'm changing his diaper, amongst other things. But he is at a critical age right now. He is listening and picking up on <i>everything</i> we (and others) say as he tries to make meaningful connections about our world. <br />
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He changed our lives forever, in ways we never could've imagined. He has brought us so much laughter and happiness in such a short time, there are no words. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">From those first days when I sat holding him and staring into his soulful, brown eyes to the sweet, funny, adorable little person he has become. Well quite honestly, the transformation amazes me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Here are some of my favorites, jotted down randomly in spare moments as they occurred:<br />
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<blockquote><ul><li>Dees da eward, dat da doo-dy! {This is Edward, that's Judy} He says this when we're reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Firehouse-Mark-Teague/dp/B004R96UAY/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1303924263&sr=8-2-fkmr0">Firehouse</a>, one of his all-time favorite books. It might not seem that funny, until you know that he's pointing to the opposite main characters in the book (Edward for Judy and Judy for Edward,) then looking back at me, grinning from ear-to-ear. </li>
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<ul><li>One two free hugs fu yoo a ah tis too! {One, two, three hugs for you and a kiss too} He will say this as he's running across the room to give me a hug. Totally melts my heart every time! </li>
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<ul><li>I wa cared or Mommy, I cared! {I was scared or Mommy, I'm scared} He says this often these days as he learns and experiences new things. Loud noises often startle him and he will run over to me saying this. </li>
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<ul><li>Up, up I waaa howd ju {Up, up - I want to hold you} This is one of my favorites and a part of me wishes he would never stop saying it! He knows it works on me too because he will often use this when we're sitting at the dinner table and he wants out of his high chair. Yeah...I'm a sucker! :)</li>
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<ul><li> Peppa-owni an a pizza {Pepperoni on a pizza} What can I say...it's pretty much his favorite food. Speaking of food...</li>
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<ul><li>Pees ockit or pees cany {Piece of chocolate/candy} He says this while pointing to the candy jar on our entertainment center. Thankfully, he still eats lots of veggies, protein and fruit so I can give in on the occasional treat.</li>
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<ul><li>Doobell! {Doorbell} He says this while running from person to person pulling up his shirt and showing off his belly button. I made up a game with him one evening where I pressed his "doorbell" and said "bing bong!" Apparently it was a hit...</li>
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<ul><li>Ohhhhhh ya! Said with exuberance any time we show him something new or point out something in the car or when we're out and about. </li>
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<ul><li>I cooood {I'm cold!} Usually said amidst tears at diaper tine. I think he really does get cold but I also think it's a ploy to not have to get his diaper changed. This one doesn't work so well. </li>
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<ul><li>Besh ooo, Mommy/Daddy {Bless you, Mommy or Daddy} Always said when we sneeze and often when we cough too. We've all been pretty sick around here for the past couple of weeks so I've been able to hear it a lot. Adorable! </li>
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<ul><li>Hey mom... _____ And fill in the blank with anything. He can be showing me something, saying hi to me, or asking me to read to him. It's super cute when he says this, but I'm not 100% thrilled about his switch from "Mommy" to "Mom." Luckily it's only occasionally for now. </li>
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<ul><li>Buckle Daddy... _____ {Michael Daddy} and again, you can fill in the blank with anything. We've tried all kinds of things to get him to stop calling Michael Michael but he is persistent. Hopefully it's only a phase. </li>
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<ul><li>Uh-Uh, no sir, Mommy! He says this when he really doesn't want to cooperate and it's so hard to keep a straight face. Through process of elimination, we figured out that his daycare provider tells him, "No sir" when she's really serious about disciplining him. </li>
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<ul><li> DVTV This is a combination of DVD and TV, I think. He received a Curious George DVD from my sister, for Easter and he's been saying this a lot since then. Speaking of Easter...</li>
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<ul><li>Eesah bunny come you kwuck steekers, ohhh ya! {The Easter Bunny came to see you and gave you some truck stickers, oh yeah!} He's been saying this repeatedly since Sunday. I should send the Easter Bunny a note and tell him that next year, truck stickers would be more than enough to fill up the basket. Made his day! </li>
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<ul><li>Ohh, I yuv et! {Oh I love it!} Said with exuberance any time he sees/gets something new. He said it a lot on Sunday as he opened his Easter baskets. I'm not sure where he picked this one up but I do love it! </li>
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<ul><li>Whuts inthayre or whut wa dat? {What's in there or what was that?} Apparently he's starting the questioning phase a little early. I thought this was more of a three-year-old thing but he says it in context. We were weeding the garden yesterday and he kept peering into the holes left by my weeder saying, "Whuts inthayre, Mommy?" I'm not sure I'm ready for this! Speaking of things I'm not quite ready for...<span class="messageBody"> </span></li>
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<ul><li><span class="messageBody">Uh-Uh, dat no yeyyo, dat owege!' {Uh-uh, that's not yellow, that's orange.} He said this the other night in the bath when we were looking at his Sesame Street bath book. I said, </span><span class="messageBody">"Big Bird is yellow" and he shook his head, saying the above statement. Now it's his new joke to say, "Oweeeege!" any time we ask him what color Big Bird is. </span></li>
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So, as of today I am the proud mommy of one very amazing little two-year-old. If he were a weather forecast, it would say, "Sunny overall with a chance of sudden clouds." His mood changes fast these days and he's learning how to express his anger <i>without</i> throwing his toys or melting into a puddle of tears onto the floor. He learns<i> tons</i> every single day and sometimes keeping up with him takes all the energy I have. Still though, I wouldn't trade his hugs, kisses, and sweet giggle for anything in this world! With that, I shall leave you with some of his cuteness on video as he, "got eet!" when I blew bubbles for him yesterday. LOVE! <br />
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This made me realize that I absolutely do not miss those days, on any level. Even during this time of wanting to get the wheels turning on our family additions, I have zero desire to walk down that path again. My heart belongs to adoption now, and I am forever grateful for that. Not only for our precious son, but for the miracle that adoption has been in our lives. <br />
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Melbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16058896619253076094noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852456697006944257.post-31677718403953404692011-03-29T17:40:00.000-04:002011-03-29T17:40:30.423-04:00I'm Supposed to KnowIn a couple more weeks, I'll be graduating with my bachelor's in Elementary Education, along with an endorsement in Early Childhood Education. That part is absolutely thrilling, can't come soon enough! But that's not the point of this post. The point of this post is for me to tell you that my (not-quite) two-year-old is giving me a run for my money! I feel a bit like the auto-mechanic who can't fix her own car or the computer tech who can't fix his own hard drive lately. Caring for and disciplining young children is <i>what I do</i>. In some form or another, it's what I've always done. I know children naturally give their parents more grief than they give others. I know they test their limits at home more than any other place but wow...I never imagined being the parent of a toddler would be this challenging at times! <br />
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Our son is still the most precious and adorable bundle of joy I've ever laid eyes on but he is going through a n.a.u.g.h.t.y phase right now. When he was a baby, my younger sister said, "He's got a dimple. You know toddlers with dimples are always making trouble, right?" I wasn't expecting her to be correct quite so soon! His behavior is especially challenging for me because, in his typical all-boy style, he seems to actually enjoy getting into trouble. For example, he knows he's not supposed to eat crayons and yet every time we give him one, he puts it up to his mouth and grins mischievously. When I take the crayons away, he laughs. Given that, it's clear that the best plan of attack would be for me to ignore the unwanted behavior. That does work some of the time, but then he will intentionally do things he knows I can't ignore, such as standing up in his chair at the dinner table. The other night he was doing that and when I asked him to, "sit down or get down," he looked at me, grinned, and raised both of his little hands into the air. OK <i>seriously??</i> It was all I could do not to burst out laughing but of course I had to maintain my composure.<br />
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I've been reading about discipline lately and I have found some techniques (more rules of thumb really) that I'd like to try to implement. The two that come to mind are, "The three C's - calm, caring and consistent" as well as the "90:10 ratio," which states that interactions with your child should be 90 parts positive and 10 parts negative or better. The thing is...<a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_eight-discipline-experts-reveal-their-secrets_3657031.bc">these articles</a> do not say anything I don't already know. My experience with theories is that they work wonderfully in a book, with the ideal child in mind. In practice, however, things are a bit more complicated. Interactions with real children are often more complex than the books can portray. It's frustrating to read or know something, then try it out and end up with a different outcome than you expected. <br />
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Consistency between caregivers is the other huge factor. For the most part, Michael and I do pretty well in this department; however, our little smarty has already figured out which parent to ask for which item. He knows, for example, that Daddy is more likely to turn on the TV than Mommy, or that Mommy is more likely to let him practice flushing the potty than Daddy. Did I mention he's not even two yet? He is definitely socially motivated. He picks up on our moods and our tones of voice quickly, probably even more so than we realize. He also dislikes being separated or withdrawn from others. These are things I'm trying to fit into the grand schema of our disciplinary plan for him. We're still navigating the waters and figuring it all out one day at a time but I'm trying to get it together. <br />
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In writing this post, I've just come up with the idea that I should try to think of myself as a parent in my classroom. What advice would i give myself if I could be on the outside? Hmmm...that's going to require more thought on my part but it's an interesting idea. For now, I think it also bears mentioning that as naughty as he can be, our little one is also still quite sweet. Every time I cough or sneeze he says, "besh ooo Mommy" and just about melts my heart. It's all really about balancing between and navigating the (often abrupt) changes in his demeanor. He's definitely a smart, strong-willed, funny, strong, sweet little boy. The key is helping him (which will inadvertently help us) to become the best he can be. A tall order but I'm trying...<br />
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I just entered the numbers at <a href="http://random.org/">Random.org</a> and the winner of the <a href="http://mandmadopt.blogspot.com/2011/03/csn-stores-giveaway.html">CSN Stores Giveaway</a> is...Katychick! Congratulations to you and thanks to everyone who entered. I'm so grateful for the connections I've made through blogging and for all of you...my loyal readers and new followers alike!<br />
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