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Friday, June 29, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Happy...
Fathers Day.
Birthday to Plum.
Mothers Day.
John Hinton was a little confused about what we were celebrating today. He did eventually manage to tell my daddy happy fathers day. He continued to insist the cake that I made was his birthday cake.
We are short on pictures of JR and my daddy. I'm even missing lots of old pictures since my computer died a few months ago. I did get his one of Plum holding a croker that his PawPaw caught this weekend.
Poor John Hinton got to my parents house on Saturday and asked where his PawPaw and when he found out that he had gone fishing he had a meltdown that PawPaw had left without him. I don't think he will be making the south Louisiana trips anytime soon, but I know his PawPaw cannot wait to take him. We love you so very much, PawPaw!
I did find this one. It is an old one, but one of my favorites.
The two loves of my life. Happy Father's Day!!
Birthday to Plum.
Mothers Day.
John Hinton was a little confused about what we were celebrating today. He did eventually manage to tell my daddy happy fathers day. He continued to insist the cake that I made was his birthday cake.
We are short on pictures of JR and my daddy. I'm even missing lots of old pictures since my computer died a few months ago. I did get his one of Plum holding a croker that his PawPaw caught this weekend.
Poor John Hinton got to my parents house on Saturday and asked where his PawPaw and when he found out that he had gone fishing he had a meltdown that PawPaw had left without him. I don't think he will be making the south Louisiana trips anytime soon, but I know his PawPaw cannot wait to take him. We love you so very much, PawPaw!
I did find this one. It is an old one, but one of my favorites.
The two loves of my life. Happy Father's Day!!
Thursday, June 14, 2012
For the love of...
Today was picnic day at daycare.
This meant a sack lunch lovingly prepared by me which was barely touched by Plum. Lunch was followed by SNOW CONES!
Tonight at bedtime,
Me: I love you, John Hinton.
JHA: I like snow cones. I eat them ALL day.
Well then. It may have his first but I don't think it'll be his last.
For the love of snow cones
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This meant a sack lunch lovingly prepared by me which was barely touched by Plum. Lunch was followed by SNOW CONES!
Tonight at bedtime,
Me: I love you, John Hinton.
JHA: I like snow cones. I eat them ALL day.
Well then. It may have his first but I don't think it'll be his last.
For the love of snow cones
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Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
not like the others
[disclaimer here: this is not intended in anyway to make light of or be disrespectful to moms who do not work outside of their home. It is my core belief that all moms that are doing it right are working their fingers to the bone until they finally collapse, emotionally spent and physically exhausted. Being a home maker, like many other wonderful attributes and decisions (being skinny, a good public speaker, outdoorsy, athletic, a doctor, a missionary), just do not reflect my life or how God made me. So please don't read anything other than mutual love and respect into it.]
I have looked like most other moms for most of my mom life. I'm the right age, married, and shop at the Gap. I have shared maternity clothes, breast pumps and baby carriers with my friends.
In short, I fit in with the the other moms I know.
I have learned over the last year that I do not "fit" the adoption mom mold. But I like to fit in. At first, you may only see the similarities, I will love my adopted child. I want the best for him. I have prayed for him and cried over him for a year. I have worked my butt off to get to him. But I am different. It was obvious when I went to an adoption conference a few months ago. It is painfully obvious as I read adoption book after adoption book about not being more than 3 feet away from the child for months on end or "wearing" the child as much as he can tolerate [I'm picturing Sam thinking why the hell is she always wearing me in this restrictive carrier (which I have already bought) and why won't she let me down to play with that other one?] or being the child's sole care provider for at least a year through cocooning where you don't allow anyone to touch, talk, make eye contact or give gifts to the child.
Here is my dirty little secret, I leave home everyday to go to a job. That is right, it is outside the home and a paid child care provider takes care of Plum. Her name is Angela. As Plum says, "her is nice. Her is pretty."
I no longer look like the others. At this point, the books don't help. The experts have no advice for you other than "you should really change your priorities and make arrangements to be at home with him for at least six months."
Well, alrighty then. The message is clear. I'm not adoption mom enough.
It is overwhelming and intimidating. My friend Ashley is always quick to remind me that while I can read book after book, none of the experts take into account that Sam is our child and that God brought us together. JR told me that although a stay at home, home schooling, garden growing, minivan driving, preacher's wife (also all good things that do not apply to me) probably would make a better adopting mom, God placed adoption on my heart and answered my prayers with Sam. I need to rely on him for healing for Sam.
I don't have to look like other adopting moms, because I am John Hinton's and Sam's mom. That is good enough.
Sam shouldn't feel too put upon by all of my short comings, John Hinton was not delivered without drugs or breastfed. And he even cried it out a couple of times, and I only wore him a handful of times. He has been fully vaccinated and doesn't even get organic food and has always had to sleep in his room. As a bright spot for Sam, I do not monitor sugar or dye intake, Fridays are candy mornings and we get donuts on Saturdays. Oh, I also allow coke.
Here is the product of first attempt at parenting...
This is waiting for my second...
I have looked like most other moms for most of my mom life. I'm the right age, married, and shop at the Gap. I have shared maternity clothes, breast pumps and baby carriers with my friends.
In short, I fit in with the the other moms I know.
I have learned over the last year that I do not "fit" the adoption mom mold. But I like to fit in. At first, you may only see the similarities, I will love my adopted child. I want the best for him. I have prayed for him and cried over him for a year. I have worked my butt off to get to him. But I am different. It was obvious when I went to an adoption conference a few months ago. It is painfully obvious as I read adoption book after adoption book about not being more than 3 feet away from the child for months on end or "wearing" the child as much as he can tolerate [I'm picturing Sam thinking why the hell is she always wearing me in this restrictive carrier (which I have already bought) and why won't she let me down to play with that other one?] or being the child's sole care provider for at least a year through cocooning where you don't allow anyone to touch, talk, make eye contact or give gifts to the child.
Here is my dirty little secret, I leave home everyday to go to a job. That is right, it is outside the home and a paid child care provider takes care of Plum. Her name is Angela. As Plum says, "her is nice. Her is pretty."
I no longer look like the others. At this point, the books don't help. The experts have no advice for you other than "you should really change your priorities and make arrangements to be at home with him for at least six months."
Well, alrighty then. The message is clear. I'm not adoption mom enough.
It is overwhelming and intimidating. My friend Ashley is always quick to remind me that while I can read book after book, none of the experts take into account that Sam is our child and that God brought us together. JR told me that although a stay at home, home schooling, garden growing, minivan driving, preacher's wife (also all good things that do not apply to me) probably would make a better adopting mom, God placed adoption on my heart and answered my prayers with Sam. I need to rely on him for healing for Sam.
I don't have to look like other adopting moms, because I am John Hinton's and Sam's mom. That is good enough.
Sam shouldn't feel too put upon by all of my short comings, John Hinton was not delivered without drugs or breastfed. And he even cried it out a couple of times, and I only wore him a handful of times. He has been fully vaccinated and doesn't even get organic food and has always had to sleep in his room. As a bright spot for Sam, I do not monitor sugar or dye intake, Fridays are candy mornings and we get donuts on Saturdays. Oh, I also allow coke.
Here is the product of first attempt at parenting...
This is waiting for my second...
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Well, hello there.
It has been a while. A month. Things have been busy here. And frankly, I've been too exhausted to blog and don't feel witty or entertaining or informational.
Traveling. Sick baby. Traveling. More sick baby and allergy testing. Our air conditioner died. Like cannot be saved. It was a HOT 5 days. After an "investment", we are cool. Plum got sicker. Finally, Plum has been fever free for 24 hours!!!
I think it was the trip to the casino buffet with his great grandmother that finally pulled him out of the five days of virus and fever. He still has pneumonia, but we will continue treatment and go back for a recheck.
We are anxiously waiting for progress from immigration on our adoption paperwork. We expect to go get Sam in December or January.
We wait.
I shop and monogram everything with his name as any good southern mama to be does (pictures another day).
His family prays for him.
We cannot wait for him to be able to express himself.
Traveling. Sick baby. Traveling. More sick baby and allergy testing. Our air conditioner died. Like cannot be saved. It was a HOT 5 days. After an "investment", we are cool. Plum got sicker. Finally, Plum has been fever free for 24 hours!!!
I think it was the trip to the casino buffet with his great grandmother that finally pulled him out of the five days of virus and fever. He still has pneumonia, but we will continue treatment and go back for a recheck.
We are anxiously waiting for progress from immigration on our adoption paperwork. We expect to go get Sam in December or January.
We wait.
I shop and monogram everything with his name as any good southern mama to be does (pictures another day).
His family prays for him.
We cannot wait for him to be able to express himself.
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