Friday, September 30, 2011

Fun with Friends

There is nothing like a little outdoor summer fun with friends!  The warm summer days will soon be coming to an end.  We had to squeeze in a little more fun with our friends from next door.  A few weeks ago I stopped at the dollar store to pick up supplies for Em’s birthday party, and I picked up a few cans of shaving cream for finger painting.  I don’t remember where I read that suggestion {most likely from HP/PAI friends} but it was so fun.  I brought out my camera, but was making quite the mess myself, so Kristy was kind enough to take pictures while we all played.

The kids were all a little unsure with the idea at first, and poked at it with one finger, but the warmed up quickly.

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Lilly wanted to finger paint too.  But she bounced on the horse instead. :)

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Tate (I think?) decided to move from finger painting on the table to finger painting on himself.

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And Hudson decided to finger paint on himself too.

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Then there’s Em.  I’m not sure what she was doing, or how she got the shaving cream on her forehead.

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They all smelled manly fresh when they were done.  I’d say it was successful summer fun with friends!  We’ll have to do it again sometime.

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So, what is your favorite thing to do with toddler and pre-school age kids?  I’d love more ideas.

Guilty…

I’m guilty.  I will be the first to admit I do things that make my life easier that probably aren’t the best for my daughter.  For instance I over child proof.  Emma has clear boundaries in our house.  There are three baby gates and a fence inside our house to keep Emma in those boundaries.  She’s just such a busy kid that I would never get anything done for all of the no-no’s.  It’s easier for her, and best for my relationship with her to keep her within an area that is safe for her.  I built a cabinet to house her multi-part toys, and put child locks on them it, so that we can get one or two of them out at a time.  She has other toys that she can get to all the time.  I just got sick of sorting little people and building blocks and musical instruments, and legos, etc, after they had been dumped all over the living room floor.  She would probably be better served to learn these boundaries without child locks and baby gates, but for now, we  will keep them in place, and we’ll work on it when I can reason with her a bit more.

So this morning I got to thinking…  I know she can drink out of a cup without a lid.  She does a pretty good job of it when she wants to.  She’s often rather drink out of my cup than her own.  Sometimes that is because I have something different to drink (pop).  But other times I’m drinking water just like her, and she’d still rather drink from my cup.   She’s had a touch of a cold, and was having trouble drinking from her sippy cup so I took the lid off of it and gave it back to her to finish her milk.  It took all of 30 seconds for this to happen…

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I give up.  We’re keeping the lid on for now.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

On Second Thought…

On second thought, purchasing a toy called “Gripper Blocks” may not have been the best choice for my curly haired girl.  She figured this out all on her own.  She’s actually quite proud of herself.

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Monday, September 19, 2011

Two Years? How is that possible?

I have several blog posts started.  I’m going to finish them up and get them posted… eventually Winking smile But first, PICTURES!!!  No, wait, let me back up.

When we first moved into our home, we got to know our neighbors.  But people have come and gone since then, and I didn’t make an effort to meet the new ones.  Through our years of infertility, I managed to isolate myself quite well.  It was hard watching happy little families, when we had a family of two, and I got tired of explaining repeatedly why we didn’t have kids.  Then we did have a baby, but I had already built my lonely little walls—that and I was SO stinking tired.

Fast-forward to about May of this year.  I was out working on pulling some weeds when the next door neighbor and her adorable twin boys were walking across the street to check the mail and they stopped to say hi.  We had a great conversation and made friends.    She later sealed the deal by bringing over the most amazing cup-cakes I have ever tasted, and we’ve been friends ever since.  What does this have to do with pictures you ask?  I’m getting there!  Kristy is an amazing photographer!

I asked Kristy if she would take some family pictures for us this last weekend.  She did that, and Emma’s 2 year old pictures.  It’s true, in just a few days Emma will be two years old!!!  It seems impossible, but it’s true.  So here are the amazing little gems.

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Thank you again Kristy.  These pictures are truly more than I could have hoped for!  You are truly gifted, and I am blessed!!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Growing Girl...

So once again, I've been absent for awhile. I'm not going to make any promises about more frequent blogging. I can say I'd like to do it. But we all know how that has worked out so far...

What a difference a year makes.


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Yesterday Emma turned 20 months old! My how time has flown by. She is a SUPER busy girl. My mom has commented several times that Em is by far the busier than any of her kids, or other grandkids ever work. Give her some space, and she loves to run and run. She jumps from one activity or toy to another, to another. But turn on a VeggieTales movie, or Dora, and she goes into another world. She will come hold her hands up and say "dow" (down). That is our cuddle time. I'll take it however I can get it these days. She loves to climb.  She'll climb anything she can these days... except for the jungle gym at the playground strangely enough.


I've given up on keeping her out of the linen closet.  I just moved all of the sheets up so I don't have to constantly refold them.  Her blankets are the only thing within reach for her.  And if those go unfolded... oh well!!

Her vocabulary is increasing by the day. I think she has 4 new words in the last week. She has 45 words or short phrases that she now says. (She has several short phrases like "there he is" that I count as one, because it she says it so fast it sounds like one word).

She weighs about 28 pounds. I need to get her height measurement today. She is wearing size 24 month clothes for the most part. And clothes. That is a whole other subject. She's started learning to take things off. One day last week I decided to see how far she would get. She got all the way. She took EVERYTHING off. Then she sat down and tried to get her diaper back on.

It is now naptime. However from the sound of things, she has decided not she doesn't need a nap today. :( So I better go hurry up and get some things done in the kitchen before she revolts. So I will leave you with a few pictures.




Tuesday, May 17, 2011

I'm trying out the "Blog this" feature in Picasa. Pretty cool! So... something is out of place in this picture, can you spot it? ;)



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Monday, March 14, 2011

More thoughs I've been thinking...

Here I go with a controversial topic.  What am I thinking putting this out there for the world small handful of blog readers I have left to read?  I conflict.  I hate confrontation.  But yet, here I am.  I have some more thoughts I've been thinking today, and I'm going to use my blog to process these thoughts.  I really should be sleeping.  But here I go.

I will start by saying, I believe life begins at conception.  I believe that abortion stops a beating heart.  Conclude what you will from that.

Before I left the workforce to spend my days in my jammies eating bon-bons and watching daytime tv stay home with Emma, I worked in an office building.  The main entrance to that office shared a small entryway with the local branch of what is known in pro-life circles as one of the nations largest abortion providers.  (Note I'm purposely not mentioning their name here.)  I've been told that abortions are not performed in this specific branch, but rather referred to another branch in a larger city.  Every year in the 40 days leading up to Easter, pro-life groups would stand in protest daily outside this office building.  It is my understanding that it is a national campaign.  I believe a fair number of these protesters go to my own church.  (We drove by that building today, sparking this stream of thoughts.)

Each day as I walked into my office, I would be embarrassed.  Why?  Why was I embarrassed?  I certainly wasn't going to have an abortion.  Wasn't even considering it.  Wasn't even entering that clinic.  Then there's the pesky fact, that thus far my body has been unable to successfully sustain a pregnancy.  Most days these protesters never said a word to me.  They didn't have to.  The judgment and condemnation oozed from their pores.  This condemnation was directed at anyone walking toward that building.  They did try to force literature on some of my co-workers.  I wonder is this REALLY the way to go?  I guess only God truly knows how effective this tactic is. But I can tell you, it left a seriously bad taste in my mouth.  Out of the nearly 6 weeks that the protesters were there daily, only two ladies kindly greeted me.  I wanted to hug them, but instead thanked them for their kind greeting, and told them that made a difference in my day.

Yes, there are people out there who have repeated abortions, as some sort of means of birth control.  But I'm guessing far more than that feel they are simply not in a place in their life to care for a child, they probably feel scared and backed into a corner, with no other way out.  So, if you've never experienced an unplanned pregnancy (as I have not) step outside yourself.  Imagine you are now facing that.  Would you rather be met with judgment and condemnation, or love and compassion?

At times I've felt looked down upon for choosing domestic infant adoption.  I've heard people say, "Why wait on a list for a newborn, when there are hundreds of thousands of kids waiting in foster care in our own country, and even more in orphanages abroad?"  My answer to that would have to be that choices made in growing one's family are deeply personal.  It took many years, and we wholeheartedly believe that this was what God had for us.

I've been doing a lot of thinking on open adoption over the past few days.  We are part of a semi-open adoption.  I have been so blessed to see the healing begin to take place in Emma's birthmom's life.  I'm not saying that the whole thing is easy for her.  I know she misses Emma.  I know at times she grieves the fact that Emma is not in her everyday life.  But she has also expressed to me that she does not regret her decision.  Oh how that blesses this adoptive mama's heart.

Recently I read an exchange between Emma's birthmom and some of her friends on facebook, and all I could do was cry.  I don't know for sure what her stand was on abortion previous to now.  However she was expressing how she would like to see abortion become illegal, and that adoption was the way to go.  She shared a bit of her adoption experience.  She outed herself on facebook.  Before this she had kept her pregnancy with Emma and the whole adoption on the down-low.  Only a select few in her life knew.  Now she is ready to spread the word about the beauty that can be found in adoption!  As I reflected on these thoughts today... not to toot our own horns, but... well... Mark and I are going to have to take a little credit there.  Follow my logic for a moment.  We have taken great care to do everything we can to provide the best possible adoption experience we can for Em's birth parents.  This is not to say that it has been easy for them, or that we have done everything perfect.  However, we have stayed true to our promises as far as our openness agreement.  We have shown love and care for them.  We will always honor and respect them in our home as the people who chose life for our daughter.  I don't want our attitude or actions to ever make them regret their decision.

I'm certainly not trying to infer that we did some great and noble thing in adopting Emma.  It couldn't be further from the truth.  Our motives were quite selfish.  We wanted a child.  Adoption vehicle God used to add a child to our family.  I think the "savior complex" in adoption is a slippery slope.  Children don't need saved.  They need FAMILIES and love!

I'm also not trying to suggest that everyone is called to adopt.  But that doesn't mean you can't make a difference.  You can financially support, and/or volunteer at a crisis pregnancy center.  You can help someone who is called to adopt.  There are many ways.

So I am left wondering, which truly has a larger impact on someone considering abortion... The words of a woman who chose an adoption plan for her baby and doesn't regret it, or the judgmental looks, and condemnation from someone holding a sign outside an abortion clinic?

So those are the thoughts I've been thinking.  It's now 2 am.  I really should go to sleep soon.  Stupid daylight savings...

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

Thoughs I've been thinking...

I don't know if there's a point to this post, but I'm going to post it.  It's just some thoughts I've been thinking.  Let me start with this.  I don't like to debate.  I know this may very well spark some debate (if anyone sees it).  But I'm going to say it anyway. I guess sometimes I've got to get a little uncomfortable.


A high school friend posted on facebook over the weekend about finding an african american doll was on clearance at Target, while it's caucasian counterpart was not.  My initial reaction was to share her frustration.  I wanted to think it was some ugly commentary of corporate America.  However the more I thought of it... it speaks more of us as a society than it does Target.

I simply can't fault Target.  Target is practicing simple economics.  A company purchases items to sell in their store.  They are out money until that item sells.  They don't want items sitting on their shelves for months on end.  They want to sell it and get their investment back (plus the obvious profit that keeps them in business).  If an item goes too long without selling, they are going to focus on recovering their investment into that item (clearance!!) and open that shelf space up for something that will make them a quicker and or better profit.

It's really no different than the stroller I bought last month.  I searched Amazon for the brand and model I was looking for.  The red one was $30 cheaper than the other colors.  Does that mean that amazon hates red?   No.  It means that color is discontinued, or not moving as well as the others.

So if if an evil corporation isn't the problem, who gets the blame here?  I guess we do.  How many of us have purchased a brown skinned doll?  Have you?  Until I became the parent of a bi-racial child, I can honestly say I hadn't.  I didn't have them as a child.  Then again, I live in rural, predominately white Idaho.  This doesn't mean I think everyone is some sort of big racist.  I think it's only natural for us to look for something we can easily relate to--especially in purchasing a doll for a little girl.  Emma received a couple of soft, plush "my first baby dolls" as gifts.  But when it came time for me to buy a doll for her, I looked at the plush cabbage patch.  I looked for one with brown hair, brown eyes, aaaaaaaand a nice creamy latte tan skin.  It looks like her.  It's relatable. (I can't figure out the spelling of that word, maybe it isn't a word--did I just make it up??)


What's worse than a clearance doll, and I think what initially came to my mind when I read the facebook post was adoption fees.  I know this doesn't jump into the minds of people who haven't been directly involved in adoption, but did you know that some adoption agencies reduce fees to place african american children for adoption?  It's horrible.  Or, at least it sounds horrible.  Then again, it can be argued that the same rules of supply and demand apply.  The fact is, there are less people willing to accept placement of a child from outside their own race, making it more difficult to place children of minority races.  Once again, I'm outraged at first thought.... and then upon further examination, the blame falls in the same place.  Us. Society.


I'm not trying to push my views on anyone, or condemn those who chose to adopt from the same race.  It's just some food for thought.  Our daughter is bi-racial.  Most people who look at her don't see it, but we have to be much more deliberate with respect to race in our parenting.

No one has asked, but I'm sure someone is wondering... so I'm just going to say it.  Our agency did not offer reduced fees for trans-racial placements.  God just chose her for our family.  Oh, and I went to Target today in search of the deal on the brown-skinned baby doll to buy for my girl, but it was already gone.  I'm glad someone bought it!

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

The Great Playhouse Build of 2011--Details

I'm jumping all over with the building lately.  I've been working on some of the details lately.  They are things I can get done relatively quickly, and with Em nearby.  I'm definitely on the downhill side of this project.  Getting excited to get it finished and let Em play in it!

framed chalkboard on inside wall

a little closet for little dress-up clothes under the top storage stair.


Monday, February 07, 2011

The Great Playhouse Build of 2011--Bring on the STORAGE!

So one of my big justifications reasons for building this playhouse bed now as opposed to later was storage.  I want somewhere that Em will be able to play in her room, and a place to put the spare bed that will eventually become her big girl bed when she is a big girl, and a place for toy and clothing storage.  Today I began working on the storage aspects of the project.  It's all starting to come together.  There will be a small set of shelves that face outside, and a small set that face the inside.



Saturday, February 05, 2011

Please note

Please note, the levitating baby is gone.  She was supposed to be sitting by the hill.  Now she's sitting in the road. 

The Great Playhouse Build of 2011--it's HUGE!

Since my last post, I have completed the assembly of the remaining rails and walls.  Those walls have been assembled in Emma's bedroom.  This thing is HUGE!  I measured everything out in her bedroom long before I started building.  I measured correctly.  I knew it would be large.   But the real life thing bed seems so much bigger than I imagined. I had a moment of panic.  But I'm warming back up to it.

Now that the walls of the playhouse are together, I now will work on the storage aspects I have planned for the playhouse.  In the next couple of days, I plan on getting a bookshelf built.  Then the storage stairs.  After those things are built, it's all about the icing!!

So here are some pictures of the progress.

The walls are up and painted.

The window frame and shutters.

frame and shutters painted and installed--and begging for a window box

playhouse front with door frame and window, and trim installed--and the window box that window was begging for


side by side view--look at what a difference the details make!