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Saturday, October 9, 2010

I love technology.


Here he is using my laptop to watch a video (of himself), while sending an embarrassing, nonsense text to someone I barely know, while guarding the remote control. The globs of applesauce on my computer should prove that this wasn't the first time. It starts young, huh?

I'm sure if he could do more than repeat syllables, he would be singing this classic...

"Yes, I love technology.
But not as much as you, you see.
But I still love technology.
Always and forever."

Monday, September 27, 2010

Walk tall.

My little stinker turns 11 months old this week. He is on the move!
I am so proud of how hard he has worked... and here he is walkin' tall.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Busy body.


We spent the whole day indoors. Not that it wasn't sunshiny (if a little cold), we just needed the day to chill. El Senor took two, two-hour naps (holla!) and I...well, I did too (HOLLA!).

He is really getting around now, and by getting around I mean getting in. to. every. thing.
Holy cow. No (dusty) corner goes untouched.

Here he is 'helping' me sort his clothes. (For the record, this was already done and packed up nicely to go to the basement.)
And here he is playing in the bathroom. Who knew a roll of toilet paper could entertain for so long? Don't you think this means he's ready to potty train? :)

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Guess who..

...was witnessed shouting to her son today, "Stop growing! I'm not done with you being a baby yet!"

Yep. And then I packed up all of his 0-9 month clothes. And wiped away lots of tears.

Did I mention he is walking (read: breaking my heart?!).

Just stop it already!!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Hard day.

Today was one of those days that really catches you off guard and knocks you to the ground. I feel like I got the emotional wind knocked out of me. I was down for the count for a good half of the day.

The grief surrounding adoption is intensely sad and consuming. The thing that I kept thinking about today is that I am the member of this triad that has lost the least. And this is how I feel?

And then I just feel more sad.

Thanks to some good AP buddies for listening and being generally awesome. What would I do without you?


Saturday, September 18, 2010

The boy loves his food.

Abel is obsessed with oatmeal lately. He gets so excited that he cheers for it between bites. Today, I couldn't tell if he was cheering or asking for more. He loves to eat!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Stuff people say

So, of course the words of this post are still ringing in my ear. I've thought through it a lot. (Thanks for the supportive emails and comments, by the way.)

I'm pretty good at forgiving lame things people say to me. Probably because I lay in bed nightly and think of the (fifteen or so) ridiculous and regrettable things I have said to people during the day. I get that sometimes the things that come out of your mouth and your intention can be very different. I'm just as guilty as the next person.

That said, things people say about my adoption (the process, but especially about my son or his birthplace/history) sting a little more than the average zinger. The thing is, our little family is still very new and oftentimes people assume I am more confident or comfortable in my role than I really am. I'm still learning it, figuring it out. And I'm EXTREMELY protective over my son, his history, and how we became a family. I recognize that because of this I am pretty sensitive.

I have heard A LOT of ridiculous comments since starting the process to adopt. The most offensive questions have been about Abel's medical/family/social history. I mean, really, the audacity of people when it comes to this stuff is beyond me. (Would I walk into a newborn nursery and say to you, "Your baby is beautiful. Does his dad have AIDS?")

The thing that struck me today is that while that comment about being "let" to adopt my child stung, it's a lot easier for me to take than the obnoxious comments directed at my son. I can take it. I'm a grown up. I can rationalize and recognize stupidity. My son can't do that and won't be able to for a long time. It kills me to think of these comments hurting him someday.

I am attempting to change my attitude from balking at stupid questions to taking the opportunity to educate about international adoption - the beautiful and the ugly. Any advice on transitioning awkward adoption questions/comments into teachable moments is appreciated!