Five years ago today, about this time of the evening, we got the call. M* was in labor, and we had to get to Florida pronto. Unfortunately, it was a Sunday. He was born 11:50pm, but we weren't there. We met him about 11 hours later when we walked into that hospital room and fell in love.
Five years later, that love has exploded into immeasurable amounts.
Happy Birthday big boy!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
The first "moment" . . . .
of way too many, I'm sure.
One of J*'s 2nd cousins told him he's adopted.
Not such a big deal, but J* didn't understand the word in the context. I wasn;t there, so don't now the situation. I was at a bridal shower and hubby was working. J* was with my FIL and the men of that side of the family at my in-laws pool while we were trapped at bridal shower hell ;)
This 8 year old boy is certainly not malicious or mean in any way I have ever seen, so I don't even know how it came up. My FIL actually didn't tell me until today (saturday, and the shower was last Sunday). The boy said it to J* and J* went to his grandpa to ask why he said it.
My heart broke the instant I heard this.
How many times after this first moment will he have to deal with such a question? It takes my breath away.
Now, it really was just a mishap that J* didn't understand the boy's meaning. J* knows he grew in another woman's tummy. He even knows her name by heart. He mentions her a lot. He knows what state he was born in. He knows his brother came from NH too. He knows the situation . . . just not the word. ADOPTED.
So we talked about it tonight. He understands its just another word for what he has always known. The truth. Just not the label.
An he had the perfect answer to my question of what would he say if someone asked him/told him that again?
"DUH! Of course! My mommy and daddy chose me!"
I love every single morsel of that kid.
One of J*'s 2nd cousins told him he's adopted.
Not such a big deal, but J* didn't understand the word in the context. I wasn;t there, so don't now the situation. I was at a bridal shower and hubby was working. J* was with my FIL and the men of that side of the family at my in-laws pool while we were trapped at bridal shower hell ;)
This 8 year old boy is certainly not malicious or mean in any way I have ever seen, so I don't even know how it came up. My FIL actually didn't tell me until today (saturday, and the shower was last Sunday). The boy said it to J* and J* went to his grandpa to ask why he said it.
My heart broke the instant I heard this.
How many times after this first moment will he have to deal with such a question? It takes my breath away.
Now, it really was just a mishap that J* didn't understand the boy's meaning. J* knows he grew in another woman's tummy. He even knows her name by heart. He mentions her a lot. He knows what state he was born in. He knows his brother came from NH too. He knows the situation . . . just not the word. ADOPTED.
So we talked about it tonight. He understands its just another word for what he has always known. The truth. Just not the label.
An he had the perfect answer to my question of what would he say if someone asked him/told him that again?
"DUH! Of course! My mommy and daddy chose me!"
I love every single morsel of that kid.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
true momma
you know you're truly a momma when you give up front row Yankee tickets so your 4 1/2 year-old son can go to a baseball game with his grandpa.
I'm so grown-up!
I'm so grown-up!
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
words, they come a-tumbling
The Coop brings home a new word every day now! Horse! Nose! Fruit! Pasta! Manny! (Handy Manny if you're curious).
And he is connecting things in that adorable little brain of his . . . he points to the stainless coffee cup and says Dada! He points to the ratty slippers by door and says Mama! Brilliant, I say!
And of course he can now connect words too - that little overachiever! More bubbles! No Mama! Bye bye Dada! And, of course, MORE PASTA!
And he is connecting things in that adorable little brain of his . . . he points to the stainless coffee cup and says Dada! He points to the ratty slippers by door and says Mama! Brilliant, I say!
And of course he can now connect words too - that little overachiever! More bubbles! No Mama! Bye bye Dada! And, of course, MORE PASTA!
Monday, April 27, 2009
It's me!
I guess I suck even more than I thought! I haven’t made a blog post in over two months. So sorry! (not that anyone is even still reading . . . .)
But if anyone is still checking in on us, you’re in luck! I started my new (old) job last week, and now I can blog again. Actually, its all I can do. Most of the internet is blocked . . . so I can’t Facebook, Ravelry, shop, visit message boards, see Flickr pictures, or look up most other things. BUT, I can blog in Microsoft Word and post it when I get home. So that’s the plan.
Now, on to the interesting stuff! Today is a big day in our house! J* is registering for Kindergarten! And . . . Cooper starts his first day in the big boy room at daycare! Wow, both my boys are getting so big. If you know me, then you know I am quite happy about this. The baby stage is just so hard for me for some reason.
It looks like Coop will be moving to a big boy bed soon too. He refuses to go to sleep in his crib, and if we move him in there after he falls asleep, he screams his head off if he wakes up in the night, and is inconsolable until you bring him to a bed or the couch. Sigh. I have failed twice as this sleep thing. Oh well, at least they eat vegetables, right?
Cooper got a real haircut yesterday too. Now he really looks like a big boy. No more curls! But it looks so much better. Before, he looked like a mad scientist by the afternoon with those curls sticking up! Hopefully I can post a picture later.
But if anyone is still checking in on us, you’re in luck! I started my new (old) job last week, and now I can blog again. Actually, its all I can do. Most of the internet is blocked . . . so I can’t Facebook, Ravelry, shop, visit message boards, see Flickr pictures, or look up most other things. BUT, I can blog in Microsoft Word and post it when I get home. So that’s the plan.
Now, on to the interesting stuff! Today is a big day in our house! J* is registering for Kindergarten! And . . . Cooper starts his first day in the big boy room at daycare! Wow, both my boys are getting so big. If you know me, then you know I am quite happy about this. The baby stage is just so hard for me for some reason.
It looks like Coop will be moving to a big boy bed soon too. He refuses to go to sleep in his crib, and if we move him in there after he falls asleep, he screams his head off if he wakes up in the night, and is inconsolable until you bring him to a bed or the couch. Sigh. I have failed twice as this sleep thing. Oh well, at least they eat vegetables, right?
Cooper got a real haircut yesterday too. Now he really looks like a big boy. No more curls! But it looks so much better. Before, he looked like a mad scientist by the afternoon with those curls sticking up! Hopefully I can post a picture later.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Yes, I suck
Get your filthy mind out of the gutter! I suck at blogging, yo!
Quick note to say hello, and to confirm that its just the same old continuous madness in our household. J* woke up in the middle of the night screaming Ouchie!!! over and over, which meant he had a raging ear infection. Now on ABs and drops and 12 hours of TV, he's doing fine.
The Coop, on the other hand, is the healthy one, for once! Those ear tubes are golden. He is talking up a storm, saying apple, birdie, car, tree, fish, baby, ball, oh yeah, more, and NO! And can this kid eat!?! He SHOVELED in the chopped tomatoes from the Bruschetta at a baptism party last night, and is currently oohing and aahing over ravioli and broccoli.
And least I did one thing right.
PS - that new job is still on hold . . .they froe the hiring to re-evaluate the department's stucture. Will know more on Wednesday.
Quick note to say hello, and to confirm that its just the same old continuous madness in our household. J* woke up in the middle of the night screaming Ouchie!!! over and over, which meant he had a raging ear infection. Now on ABs and drops and 12 hours of TV, he's doing fine.
The Coop, on the other hand, is the healthy one, for once! Those ear tubes are golden. He is talking up a storm, saying apple, birdie, car, tree, fish, baby, ball, oh yeah, more, and NO! And can this kid eat!?! He SHOVELED in the chopped tomatoes from the Bruschetta at a baptism party last night, and is currently oohing and aahing over ravioli and broccoli.
And least I did one thing right.
PS - that new job is still on hold . . .they froe the hiring to re-evaluate the department's stucture. Will know more on Wednesday.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Facing Another Big Decision
This one has to do with my career.
I spend 2-3 hours a day commuting into the city for my dream job. I love my job, but it leaves me no free personal time, or time with the boys other than what we spend on dinner, bath-time, and reading before bed. I am worried about when J* starts Kindergarten in the fall, and when they both start after-school sports in a few years. Will I be the mom who CAN'T go to the games?
Its not that I was looking for an immediate solution to these questions. But one popped up yesterday. My old job, which is 4 minutes from my house, is available, and my old boss took me to dinner last night to pursue re-hiring me.
Its not my dream job . . . it'll be a step back in title, and a world away from my current career path (it would be clinical instead of research), but it is an ideal situation in every other way.
So I am faced with the horrible decision of choosing career over family. And its making my stomach very ill.
I spend 2-3 hours a day commuting into the city for my dream job. I love my job, but it leaves me no free personal time, or time with the boys other than what we spend on dinner, bath-time, and reading before bed. I am worried about when J* starts Kindergarten in the fall, and when they both start after-school sports in a few years. Will I be the mom who CAN'T go to the games?
Its not that I was looking for an immediate solution to these questions. But one popped up yesterday. My old job, which is 4 minutes from my house, is available, and my old boss took me to dinner last night to pursue re-hiring me.
Its not my dream job . . . it'll be a step back in title, and a world away from my current career path (it would be clinical instead of research), but it is an ideal situation in every other way.
So I am faced with the horrible decision of choosing career over family. And its making my stomach very ill.
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