Hey cutie- I think upside down is a good way to describe how you came into our life. What a whirlwind! I have a feeling that you are going to make the rest of our lives very interesting. You are just perfect. You have the sweetest fingers, the cutest ears, the funniest facial expressions. Your … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Adoption
Shooting Nerf Guns at Moving Cars
Truth: I would not have wanted to parent my father when he was a child. He was a complete mess. As a toddler, he climbed over the fence and started to walk towards the circus. As a teenager, he rolled the car out of the garage and took it on a joy ride. He replaced … Continue reading
Dear Son: My Apologies
Hey booger- Maybe, some day you’re going to be a parent. Whether via adoption or the old fashioned way, you’re going to stare at your child lovingly, wonder how God could have created such a perfect little person. You’ll imagine all of the dear times you’ll have together, finger painting in the sunshine and laughing … Continue reading
Don’t Mother-Teresa Me, Bro
I have a confession. I have a big head. I mean, physically, as in my head is ginormous for my relatively short, apple-shaped stature. In high school band, I always had to take the walk of shame to the boy’s line to get my already nerdy marching band hat (in case you’re counting, that would … Continue reading
Dear Son: Chicken Gum
Hey buddy boy- You sleepwalked for the first time last night. I’m kind of a kook about you getting enough sleep so I was surprised when you threw open your door last night and walked halfway down the hallway an hour after bedtime. Then, you just stood there and looked at us. When I asked … Continue reading
29 for my 29th
Did you know that, in some countries, you are considered 1 year old when you are born? It’s true. Sometimes, refugee families come in to my work and they tell me that the child with the pacifier and the diaper who is barely verbal is three years old. So, then we have to get the … Continue reading
Dear Son: For When You are a Lowly Human
Hey boo- You’ve been home 14 weeks now. It’s getting to the point where I’m going to just start counting in months instead of weeks because when people tell me that their baby is 119 weeks old, I get a little confused. I don’t want to perpetuate that descriptive system, so you’ve been home three … Continue reading
Dear Son: Your Laugh
Hi boo- Last night, we rode bikes to the nearest snow cone stand. We just found this place and it’s currently your all-time favorite. You can’t get enough. I’m pretty sure you could eat an entire extra large snow cone if we would let you, but your teeth would be vibrating until Wednesday from the … Continue reading
The First Week of School
God and I had a (ahem) moment before the kid came home at the end of June. It was around the time that I wrote this post on accompanying my son into the depths of (shit) that he has had to deal with in his short 9 years. I was ANGRY that this kind of stuff was … Continue reading
Dear Son: First Day of School
Hello there, you hunky pumpkin (inside joke)- Today is a big day. HUGE, actually. For two reasons… Big Day Reason #1: You have been home for two months today. That’s two months of time that we got to play and laugh and fight and make-up and travel and dance and sing and swim and hang … Continue reading
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