Ahhh...

Had a really nice time last night...with the kids.

I know for most, the definition of a good night is being without the kids and more than likely drinking heavily. Been there, done that. I spent a good deal of my high school and university years without kids, drinking heavily!

I simply enjoyed doing nothing with the kids. We just hung out. Vinny is so busy that he keeps us all entertained, and the kids are remarkable with him!

I am usually thinking, "I need to fold laundry," or "I really should go tidy the kitchen," or "I should be vacuuming..." so I spent the whole evening ignoring all the things that I could be doing and did what I want be doing--being with my kids.

Jason is painting my Mum's room in anticipation of her arrival in 3 weeks. The only thing I have to do today is deliver the three big kids to and from dance class and review our home study draft so it can be sent to our agency--which means we are one step closer to boarding the referral train!

Happy weekend!!

Friday Night No-Lights...

Sitting in the sun room with dimmed lights, a cup of tea, and four sleeping babies!

Enjoying an episode of Law & Order (no judgement all you Grey's and Desperate Housewives fans--just getting my Jack McCoy fix fix the weekend!)

Subject: a pro life man shoots an abortion doctor to prevent him from performing late month abortions.

The pro choice folks are arguing that late term abortions are justified when an unborn baby has a genetic glitch or some other medical crisis.

They think that they have the right to abort a baby if it is not healthy.

Two of my kids have special needs. If we had known about George's heart defect before he was born, would I have an abortion? No way. Some would.

If we had known would be facing a possible diagnosis of Autism with Natan, would we have refused his referral? No way. Some would.

Some people would like to have genetic testing to see if their children will be born healthy. otherwise, abort them.

In this particular episode, one character is a woman receiving a 7 month (28 week) abortion b/c her child had a health issue and would not be expected to live but a few days after birth. During the procedure, the woman goes into labor and delivers the baby. The doctor offers to "finish", the woman tells him to, and he terminates the baby, successfully delivered and alive, and since the woman does not want it, the baby is put in the medical trash bin. He was alive...

Does it matter when a baby is born with such severe health issues that he/she would only live hours? days? months?

Not to me. You love that baby no matter what for as much time as he/she has.

That baby should have a proper death and burial--not medical trash disposal.

I know, I know...it's a TV show. But I know this happens.

If Mimi's parents had known she was a girl, she would have been aborted. In the past in China, women were forced to have nine-month abortions if it was discovered that they were carrying a girl.

Mimi.

For any pro choicers: spend time with a pregnant woman and go to some of her ultrasounds. Better yet, come with me to Ethiopia and experience how it feels to have a child placed in your arms in an adoption. A child who could have been aborted...

How many of you have a health issue you were born with or developed?

How many of you have children with or even just vaguely know someone with a health issue serious enough to impact life?

And just to piss some of you off, I also do not believe in the death penalty.

If I did, I would have every woman who has had an abortion living on death row...

Counting down...

If you've noticed the Disney ticker, there is only one month until the BIG TRIP!!

To prepare for the trip, we are letting the kids watch Mickey Mouse Playhouse in the morning--a change from our PBS-only rule. Still only 30 minutes each morning, so we haven't added an TV watching. (There are days, however!!)

As I enjoy my morning coffee, I am serenaded by all four, in their various voices, saying: "Miska, mooska, Mickey Mouse!" Vinny just says, "Me-mouse!" but I get his point!

We end the fun with the Hot Dog dance in which participation is mandatory by all--including Mom.

We are so ready...

For anyone who has travelled with a child who screams at the mere sight of any mascot, how did you handle it at Disney?

Change of heart...

I have written before about homeschooling and been set on doing it. However, in the past year, Jason and I have come to realize that it may not be the best fit for our kids, nor is it for many kids. And as much as parents have the right to make decisions about their child's education, what happens when those decisions aren't in the best interest of the kid? Before you get your panties in a wad--I am not telling any parent what to do--this is just about our family, and what we think is best for us.
Pam (cousin): you are excluded b/c I think you hit the homeschool nail on the head with Josh and set the bar for all parents who attempt it--YOU, I applaud!
As sad as we will be to see our two older kids go off, we know that for them, it will be the right thing to do. If it's not, we'll try Plan B.
I have worked with home schoolers before, and surprise--they are not different from "regular" kids. The girls still chase boys, the younger kids still fidget in their seats...I think often good behavior is simply mistaken for a lack of spunk! I'll take a spunky kid with lots if energy any day!
We want our kids to experience a wide range of educational opportunities: academics (and yes, they get that in the school environment), arts (they're there too, and can be supplemented at home), sports (it is part of a well-rounded education and would go a long way to getting America healthier!), science (and no, they  will not learn about creationism in public school), and community service (I know some people don't care about helping others, but we do).
As a former teacher, I take education seriously. I know teachers are bound by rules, tests, curriculum, etc., but I think that even with those limitations, kids get a better educational experience (excpet for Pam!!), than many home school students. And yes, there are exceptions besides my cousin. Some people make it work.
Of course, there are those who keep their kids out of school so they don't have to immunize. You already know how Jason and I feel about that: They are putting their children at risk, and they are also putting people's newborn babies at risk. In fact, they are putting our future daughter at risk until she is immunized. That's another blog post!
I have no grudge against kids who are home schooled--it's not their fault. In fact, I asked a group of home school kids once if they liked it, and over half said they actually wanted to be in school. Hmmm...makes you think, doesn't it?
So--Ola Elementary--Class of 2028 (?)--we will descend upon you in a year. We will be ready. Our kids will be six in kindergarten (giving them an edge!), they will be able to cut, paste, and do the things that kids their age should be able to do. The rest will left to their teachers, to be helped by us at home--this education thing is a partnership. We are not so arrogant as to presume we can do this alone. We are committed to making their school years meaningful--not just a chance for me to dump them every day and have free time.
It is not enough to tell people your kids are "so smart." You have to give your kids the chance to use their brains.
Brains, like the rest of our bodies, need to work, to exercise...
And, remember...if you are reading this, it's by your own choice. I am not holding a gun to your head. If you don't like what I write, then by all means, don't read! Am I a broken record on this point??

Monday, Monday

A few things:
It's finally normal, autumn weather! Crisp and cool and it just does the body good!
We attended a fall festival yesterday and the kids had a BLAST! Mimi was a tiger/kitty/lion, George was a pirate, Natan was a reluctant farmer, and Vinny worked it as a duck!

Observation/Confession:
Why are we (specifically women), concerned with appearance and weight to the point of obsession? Look at Hollywood--the women are all, for the most part, hot and skinny. The men, for the most part, are not. And yet, only the hot skinny women get the roles. Any fat chumpy guy can land even the leading love in a romantic movie. It's not fair!
I gained 40 pounds being pregnant with George--I tipped the scale at 170 the day I delivered him. It took me a year and a bit to lose it all, and only after I got serious about it. Two hour walks pushing a double storller, running on the treadmill, lifting weights...being diligent about food...
I only gained 24 pounds with Vinny, and I started off at a lesser weight (by 2 pounds). It took me three months to wear my pre-Vinny clothing, but this time, that wasn't enough.
Ever since, I have been on a mission--lose more, lose more, more, more...
In May, I saw 126--I thought that would be enough. Then, I got to thinking, "why not 125?"
I decided against it, but it is always there in the back of my mind (and butt).
126 doesn't seem light enough. But it should be. Because my weight should not define me.
Part of the problem, I think, is that people around me constantly talk about it. I get a weekly update on the weight they've lost or gained. These same people will eat dessert, but the entire time say, "I'm going to pay for this tomorrow" or "I NEVER eat dessert." I probably say those things too.
I like feeling healthy.
But I like to eat good food and enjoy myself.
I think super skinny women who starve themselves are probably very bitchy most of the time beause they are missing out on one of the greatest comforts life offers: FOOD. Not lettuce and tuna, but real, honest to goodness FOOD.
So, eat up, ladies. You can be healthy without sacrificing your sanity.

Random Stuff

1. Please do not refer to Chinese people as "Oriental"--if you MUST attach a label, try "Asian" or "Chinese" or in Mimi's sake...Chinese-American.
Of course, if you want to announce that you are ignorant, be my guest--it will save me pointing it out to you!

2. When you feel the need to ask me, "So...are those two yours and the others are adopted?" just save us both the trouble and keep your mouth shut. All four children are MINE. Two came from my belly, and two came from someone else's. It doesn't matter how they got here...they are MY CHILDREN!!!!!

3. Appearances. They do not matter nearly as much as what your actions demonstrate. So many people talk a big talk, but when it comes right down to it...they are just not open minded about anything different from them. Color...gender...special needs....we are all the same, with only a few differences that keep it interesting.
FYI...we have 2 special needs kids. You can't love our two without accepting and loving others.

Spay and Neuter Your Damn Pets!!!!

We helped out a a neighborhood dog yesterday by bringing her in the house until her human parents returned home. She was out runing (again), and she is a sweet, big girl.
For the record, I do occasionaly do nice things--for animals, at least!!
Turns out she's running because she's in heat.
I realized this after finding blood in my sunroom. Gross? You bet!
Did I put her out? You bet! Besides the blood, she was tormenting Stanley, who has been neutered.
I know she is not being kept for breeding...they are just too cheap and lazy to have her fixed.
I believe that it is indeed one of the most irresponsible things people can do with their animals.
She spent the day running around Ola--I am sure there are some new puppies in her future very soon...
SPAY & NEUTER your pets, people!

To be fair...

We spent last evening at the Henry County Fair.

Had a blast.

Left Vinny at home with Marilyn, so he was happy, but it felt a little lopsided without him!

Mimi & Natan LOVE the big rides, while George and Mommy prefer play games and win really crappy toys!!

The only downside was the Haunted House--we merely walked by it to get from point ! to B, and George had nightmares (literally!).

So...a good time was had by all!

Rainy days and Mondays...

Fell asleep (if you consider lying in bed not sleeping!), to rain and woke up EARLY this morning to rain...not a complaint, just a weather report!

Spent Saturday evening with about 50 or so families like us. People who have adopted, mostly from ET, but some like us, from Asia as well. It was the first of many monthly dinners at an Atlanta Ethiopian restaurant for families who have adopted from Ethiopia.

For the first time since we adopted Mimi, we weren't subjected to ignorant questions, rude stares, and plain out stupidity--what a nice change!

The kids had a great time, and we met some wonderful people. Next one is the same day as the Heart Walk--we will definitely be there!

Sunday had us at a post-nuptial reception for a friend and choir buddy. Way more elegant than we deserve! Delicious food, good company, and a babysitter! I have to admit (and you know I love being with my kids more than anything else!), it was nice to talk to adults, eat adult food, and not have to share my mini cupcake!!!!

It's also nice to lave your kids happy because they love who's watching them!

We are in crazy mode--what with Halloween decorations out and going up, the County Fair tomorrow, and Disney only 6 weeks away, the kids are on super hyper drive!

I will enjoy this unusual quiet time for a few more minutes before Wild Thing Number One rouses and flings himself downstairs.

I've had my hit of coffee crack--I am READY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

E.A.C.H.

I have recently joined an organization, "E.A.C.H." which stands for: Equality for Adopted Children.

Sadly, in this country, adopted children have not been/are not always granted the same rights as children born on American soil.

I know some of you probably do not think adopted children should have the same rights--I urge you to keep that to yourselves.

Here is a post from the E.A.C.H. website on a subject that I have been talking about for years:

Constitutional Amendment

Proposed Draft Constitutional Amendment:

Proposing an amendment to the Constitution of the United States to allow children of American citizens to be eligible for the presidency.

Resolved by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled (two-thirds of each House concurring therein), That the following article is proposed as an amendment to the Constitution of the United States, which shall be valid to all intents and purposes as part of the Constitution when ratified by the legislatures of three-fourths of the several States within seven years from the date of its submission by the Congress:

“Article ---

“A person who meets the age and residency requirements of this Constitution is eligible to hold the office of President if he or she was born in the United States while subject to the jurisdiction thereof; was born outside of the United States but derived United States citizenship at birth from either parent; or was born outside of the United States but was adopted by eighteen years of age by a United States citizen who could transmit United States citizenship to a child at birth.”

Why the hell shouldn't my adopted children have the same chance at running for President as my bio kids?

If you are in the group that thinks they are not as American as you, guess what?

You're not just an a-hole, you're an ignorant racist as well! Congratulations!!

perhaps...

I have never considered myself a high maintenance person.

Until now.

I think I have always been high maintenance, too.

The very fact that I am taking the time to write about it makes me HM.

I think I appear low maintenance because my fingernails are short and clean.

I do my own toenails...when I have time.

I don't have a cute do that takes hours in the morning.

I have a functional wardrobe to suit my life, even though I would prefer to wear Ann Taylor every day!

My make up is, and always has been, simple (which has been declared hot at Fashion Week--yay me!)

I am not anal about my home and everything being in it's place.

Except...

ITEM #1:

Jason often helps loads the dishwasher. Most women would be happy enough that their partner helps.

I am, don't get me wrong.

Except...

I like it loaded a certain way.

I load the cutlery so that it is grouped together in little compartments. Easier and faster unloading when I have a toddler trying to climb inside to search and destroy.

I load the mugs and glasses a certain way.

I load the plates a certain way.

When Jason does it, he has NO ORDER!!!! He just puts stuff in, devil-may-care!

I always re-load. Huge waste of time, I know, but there it is.

ITEM #2:

PBJ.

I can't believe for one minute I am the only person out there who likes it a certain way.

My friend Selena makes (or at least, used to make) hers so that the PB was spread on one piece of bread, and the J was spread on the other piece of bread.

Me, I spread my PB (and only a measure of 1 tbsp), on one side, from edge to edge--no uncovered parts, and it is pretty neat and smooth.

Then, the J (again, 1 tbsp) covers the PB.

Jason's PBJ:

Slop on a glob of PB and J in that once again, devil-may-care haphazard way. Then, slap the other slice of bread over it--regardless of how the edges match up!!!!!

AHHHHHHHH!

Perhaps I should stop at 2 items.

Perhaps I am not high maintenance.

Maybe I'm just a freak.

A freak who knows what she likes.

Geez...I'd better go make a list of all the other freakish things I do...

Hmmm, nothing at all HM about making lists, right???

Million Dollar Question of the Day...

"Does Batman have a penis?"

Finally!

Yesterday was a long one...

There was a delay with G's MRI so he did not go back until after 1:00--and had not eaten or had anything to drink since 8 pm the night before. I know there are others who suffer more, but when it's YOUR kid...you tend to focus on that!

So...he did fine--fell asleep even before they put him under, so it was easy. The IV went in after he was out (Yay!!!).

Jason said the two Child Life Specialists were phenomenal!

The doctor made an unofficial report that there had been no change...argh.

We found out that our Dr. Metzger is retiring to go to African and do charity work as a doctor (I'm sure there is an official title for that sort of thing!!!). Like I said, he rocks!

George spent the night throwing up until late this afternoon.

Out of the blue, he turned the corner and was his old self!

Yay!!!!!! i missed my dancing robot!

I must add that I really believe Jason is awesome.

And that is that!

Remember to check out:

www.teamgeorgeatl.blogspot.com

Eerily quiet...

George left this morning for his MRI with Jason. He was on no food or liquid after midnight which is painful, since he is an eat-by-7 a.m. guy! Managed it like a trooper!

This will be his first MRI in the day surgery dept. with a Cardiac Anesthesiologist so hopefully they'll be able to complete this one--last time, his blood pressure dropped and they had to stop.

He took his hospital bag full of robots, paper dolls made for him by Mimi and his African American plush doll, Michael.

Mimi is moping around--just said, "I want Georgie..."

Isms

Mimi: "Bob (Crane) is my best adult friend..."

George: I was running on the treadmill, flipping through channels--stopped at "Baby Story" because George saw that the woman was having a baby and he wanted to watch. As the baby was making its final push out of the "area", George looked at me with intense seriousness and said, "Mom--I am NOT going to do that!"

Natan: Sitting in between Mimi and George this morning watching Mickey Mouse while I made b'fast: "I wub you, Mimi...I wub you, George..."

Yeah...I teared up a little!!!!

Rainy Day Ramblings...

Jason has the day off due to the flooding downtown--I don't ask why I just accept with tremendous happiness!!!
Here are some things:
We found out yesterday at George's appointment that our beloved Dr. Metzger is retiring. NO!!!!!! George was bummed, as was I. He's been with us from the start--walked us through the diagnosis and always treated us like we meant something to him.
So...we are now with Dr. Singh--we will come to love her, I reassured her, but yesterday, we were a little sullen!! Actually, she was great and very open and answered all my questions! She offered to have some more genetic testing done to see if George is affected in any way by Williams--on the spectrum, perhaps, as they say. She will have his calcium and elastin tested again.
He has been put on activity restriction for competitive sports but she gave him the OK to continue with dance (!) and asked that we check with her before he starts other recreational sports. Since he is so into drumming, I am hoping Marching Band appeals to him in the future!!!

After our appointment, the kids asked is they had behaved enough to be allowed IN to Chick-Fil-A and not just got through the drive through (a great reward for those long appointments!). It wasn't busy, so in we went.
Readers, keep in mind, I never do this without the proper reinforcements: Jason, Mum, or Sally!
As we walked in, the manager and one of the staff opened the door and greeted us rather enthusiastically--very Disney-esque!
They were SO helpful...Yvonne (my new friend at CFA), took my order from the table so I could stay with the kids then took my money, brought the food to us, refilled my coffee (!), and was all-round fabulous! The manager came back to talk to me about the kids...he was not ignorant (what a nice change!) and inquired about how our family came to be--foster...adopt...we had a nice talk about it.
I enjoyed an hour with my coffee, watching all four of my beautiful creatures playing together and having a ball!
Good times.

Now we are in the rain--not complaining, except that I worry that my future Atlanta real estate dreams may be soggy! I almost have Jason convinced to move in town--flooding will not be a plus to him--go figure!!!!!

George is sitting here with me at the piano...
Vinny is in with Jason causing more trouble than I ever though possible...
Mimi is still in wake up mode--we moved Vinny in with her (her choice) and he was up a little earlier than she might have wanted...
Natan just helped me make Janice's biscuits...he is a great sous chef!

Have a great Tuesday!

Heart Walk 2009

One more thing...
Check out the 2009 Heart Walk website:
www.teamgeorgeatl.blogspot.com
Register to walk, or donate!
The money raised helps save little lives like George's.
No amount is too small or too large!!

Rainy days and Mondays...

Two big kids are up--numbers three and four still sound asleep...coffee in hand...Word World on.
So...
Today we have a cardiologist appt. for George--taking all four kids. Should be a story there! It's his physical before this Thursdays MRI. "No needles!" George keeps saying--is he telling me, or reassuring himself??

We had a nice road trip to Birmingham to see the Ingrams with the Healy women--Mimi was in girlie heaven as she got to sit in the back of the van with Katy and Grace there and back. George got a taste of what it's like NOT to be the center of attention--all those girls!!!!!! There are a few people I know who have managed to cut through life's crap and are very "real" and open. It was nice to spend time in the car with one of those people!

Someone I know (no name) has a principal (not mentioning the school), who asked another teacher to spy for her--to see which teachers (not if, but which) teachers are making disparaging remarks--not if, but which ones! Does anyone else see what is wrong with this picture??

Oh yeah... about today's physical. For all you who are opposed to universal health care: If we lost our insurance, George would die. You see, he's not out of the woods. His arteries are not growing. He may need another surgery. So...the next time you are berating President Obama, think about George. If you have a heart, think before you speak.

Five years ago today...

George Williams came into the world

during Hurricane Ivan and a tornado...it's been a

whirlwind ever since!!!

Happy Happy Day, George!!!!

Mondays with Mimi...

A list of almost all the questions asked by Mimi driving home from shopping yesterday with Mimi (a minimum 20 minute drive)

Where does dirt come from?

Where do trees come from?

What's inside a seed?

Where do seeds come from?

Where are cars made?

Where is this knob made?

Where are windows made?

What is the sun made of?

What is the sky?

How are clouds made?

What is plastic made from?

What are polymers?

Why are there factories?

Where are dinosaurs?

What are organisms?

I am proud to say I answered every question as thoroughly as possible--we even had a discussion about Evolution and its process. She now understands that the world is billions of years old and that dinosaurs and humans DID NOT roam the earth together!

There were more questions...there are always questions...it's what I love about my Mimi!!!!

Stuff...

There is a walking stick on our outside wall. The kids are fascinated and even more so because it has been there ALL day!

Tonight when we came home and saw it, George asked:

"Why can't all the other sticks move??"

Mimi had her first violin lesson today with a high school student who plays the violin (helpful!). She is very excited and this is even before her violin has arrived! There are stickers in the book, so all is good!

Natan is talking up a storm, and we can understand more and more of it!! He has passed a milestone with his moods and frustration and seems to be making more meaningful connections, with fewer and fewer inexplicable "moments."

Vinny spends most of his time CLIMBING on everything...calling, "MIMI!!!!!", and learning new words..."moo" and "shoe" and hmmm...not much else!

Hi Ho Silver????

On our way to Panola Park yesterday, we saw this, and HAD to take a picture. Just when I think McDonough is not an exciting place to live...

One more thing...

Not that ALL we do is video Vinny dancing, but it sure does happen alot!!

Here is the latest--groovin' to Gwen Stefani!

Pondering...

A Facebook friend (Karen) posted this today and I like it!!

Read this!

Remember...I am Canadian (therefore I know how Universal Healthcare works), and have also spent tens of thousands of dollars on health insurance since George was born. George--who would be dead if we had not been able to afford insurance.

And don't give me that, "If you can't afford insurance, you shouldn't have kids" crap (all you Neal Boortz followers).

Here's a news flash based on experience: Rich people do no necessarily make good parents.

They tend to be moronic and neglectful.

I will not make the obvious "Republican" crack--the words moronic takes care of that for me!

Sorry--had to say it!!

Just One Voice...

Mimi: "Is that the same picture as the one on the fridge?" (looking at my Barry Manilow t-shirt)

Me: "Yes--good observation!"

Mimi: "How you got two pictures?"

Me: "We went to the concert and I got the shirt and the magnet."

Mimi: "Is it because he is the best singer?"

Score! Another Fanilow!

The Normative American Family

We have to turn in a family photo tomorrow to our Social Worker--we actually got this one after the first try--never happens!!!!

I LOVE the way Natan is holding onto George. We just told them to stand still and smile--they grabbed on to each other all by themselves...

And look--they are all dressed!!!!

Rat Race, baby

There was a rat in our pool today.

Gross.

It fought the good fight.

It swam around from the early, dark morning hours until sometime around noon.

Did not know rats could swim so well.

No. I did not rescue it.

It's a rat.

Rodent.

Disease-carrying crap animal.

Go ahead--call PETA.

The rat removal man is here now--that would be Jason.

Ugh.

Up and at 'em!

6:00 a.m.--Vinny is awake and running through his plethora of words
6:10--bottle, hoping he'll fall back to sleep and not wake George who is in with me (me who has been awake, as usual, on and off through the night)
6:20--after having slipped out to go downstairs, sitting with coffee in hand, I hear two creatures talking in my room. Hmmm...
6:35--George, Mimi and Vinny are up and downstairs--I have yet to take a sip of my liquid crack.
Mimi says to me: "It's way too dark to be up!" (Hello?? What I always say!)
I ask her why she's up so early.
her response: "Oh...it's because of all the sound. I heard footsteps and doors and whispers. Imust have good ears in Chinese--everybody in Chinese has good ears."
So--see what you can learn before 6:45??
Now to tend to the hungry creatures...and wait for Natan to rise.
After my coffee...

The Normative American Family

A new requirement for adoption is to complete a ten-hour "international adoption" parent study. Yes, it's as big a waste of time as it sounds, especially when we've done this twice already. We are having to record our answers to question such as: "What talent do you not have that you wish you had?"

Jason said "Exotic Dancer." VERY helpful...

"What do you not have in your home right now that you would like?"

I said a Maid.

So...not answers we'll be using.

It really is pretty ridiculous.

We are both a little out off by the phrase they use throughout stating that we will feel the loss of not having a "normative American family." WHAT???

Newsflash: Our family is the all-American family.

Look around.

The American family of the future is not made of little genetic parcels who all look the same.

It is a hodge podge of color...race...whatever.

Normative American Family.

Whatever. I just want to get on with this!

Random things...

George, sitting on the throne pooping:

GEORGE: "Will my bones come out?"

ME: "When?"

GEORGE: "When I poop."

ME: "No, they'll stay right where they are?"

GEORGE: "Then how WILL they come out?"

ME: "They won't. Your bones are what give you support."

GEORGE: Does Papa still have his bones?"

ME: "Yep."

GEORGE: "Am I going to die like Papa when I', old?"

ME: "Yep...but that's a super duper long time away/"

GEORGE: "Will Nana miss me when I die?"

(OK, at this point all I am thinking is OMG--what will my mother be like/look like when she's 130 years old??!!! HELP!!!!!)

End of discussion!

Mimi driving home from choir today:

MIMI: "Can I be a policeman when I big?"

ME: "Sure." (what I want to say is NO! Too dangerous!!!)

GEORGE: "Mimi...you can't do that. Police carries guns." (we're working on our grammar!)

MIMI: "Mama...will i have a gun if I a policeman?"

ME: "Yep."

MIMI: "Why I carry a gun?"

ME: "Sometimes police officers have to protect themselves."

MIMI: "Against bad guys?"

ME: "Yep."

MIMI: "Will I have to shoot bad guys?"

ME: "Sometimes. And sometimes police officers get shot, too."

MIMI: "I do NOT want to be a policeman!!"

(pause)

MIMI: "Mama...can I be a fireman?"

ME: "Yep."

MIMI: "What do they do?"

ME: "They put out big fires."

MIMI: "Can they get burned?"

ME: "I suppose they can."

MIMI: " I am NOT going to that!"

(Pause)

MIMI: "I just won't be anything!!!!!!"

Vinny can say "shoe" now.

He can also climb onto the kitchen table and try to swing form the light fixture.

He may actually be worse than Mimi and George together.

Holy crap.

He hasn't climbed out of the crib yet nor has he taken off his diaper and painted with his poop. He did, however, take it off tonight after dinner. I believe he likes to feel the wind beneath his...well, you know!

Natan is being Mr. Helpful these days--cleaning and tidying.

OCD? Maybe!

Helpful? Totally! I'll take it!

This is all very exciting, I know.

Isms

George: "Daddy...can we fly kites today?"

Daddy: "There isn't enough wind today, George."

George: "But Dad...I can run REALLY fast!"

Mimi: "Mama...I love you forever and a hundred..."

(we were having our Friday all-girl slumber party while the boys had theirs in "the boys' room with Daddy)

Mimi saw an adorable panda onesie at Walmart the other night and convinced me to buy it for her new sister. She has decided to start a box of things to collect to give her new sister upon arrival!

Vinny: TALKING like crazy now!! It's taking us back to when Mimi and George were starting out--they had their own little language that they understood perfectly but we would take days to decipher! Vinny is saying all the standard, "normal" baby stuff: Ba-ba, Uh-oh, ah...ah...CHOO!!

Natan is LOVING his new dance lessons! Miss Beverly is the perfect match for him and he knows that...it's amazing how kids react to those who show a little love...

Jason: Turns 40 this year but is living in the body of an 80 year old! One of his feet hurts so much he can barely walk in the morning...saw a specialist a few months ago but they "came up with nothing."

Probably caused by living with me--his brain telling him I need a swift kick in the ass!

Waiting...

EVERYTHING is done. I sent our autobiographies today. Now we wait.

Our next step is fingerprinting. All the while gathering more and more paperwork to send.

Then, more waiting.

Hmmm...

Is it wrong that I let Mimi watch law and Order today while I sorted laundry?? It's the one down time hour I catch during the day--I like to spend it with my TV hubby, Jack McCoy. She couldn't sleep during nap time, so down she came.

After the telltale scene change, "Duhn. Duhn." she told me, "I like that sound mama..."

Yes!! A Law and Order convert!

Oh...don't you judge!! Some people love their Soaps...I love my L & O!

On our walk this morning, Natan inadvertently stepped on a live cicada and it buzzed rather fiercely in defense! Everyone froze, not quite knowing what it was, and then we saw the bug and realized Natan had stepped on it, we all had a good, gut wrenching laugh!!

Natan's comment: "Wet's do that again!!!"

That's all, folks!

Some nice things to say as well

I realized that some my blogging gets a little ranty (see previous post from a few minutes ago!). I am not apologizing, but there is more to me than the occasional vents and rants--they just make life exciting! I have always thought that if you don't care enough about anything to get worked up, you are just wasting space!

I think perpetually bubbly people are hiding something...

So here are a couple of nice things to balance out the venting:

It poured rain her just after dinner. All four kids ended up outside, naked (duh) in the rain--dancing, singing (yes, it was something out of a movie...) and f course, splashing each other. It was just...Nice. I took pictures. Unfortunately, can't post any because of the naked!!

I love how the kids are real people now. Not that they were aliens before, but they are REAL.

They have meaningful conversations with me and each other and they want to know stuff and they are smart and funny.

And they will come at random times and hug me and say "Love you, Mama!" for no reason.

It does a Mama good.

I have also perfected "Janice's Biscuits" and tonight's batch were the best yet. Big, fluffy (seriously fluffy in fact!) and just brown enough on top. OMG. Delish!!

Natan ate a bunch and after almost every bite said, "This is deee-wicious!"

**Janice, if you're reading, I have to use a stick of unsalted butter since I can't get Becel here. Would plain yogurt work too??**

Today

Started back to dance today. Mimi & George go first and of course, were elated to see Miss Beverly!! Natan was next and he had a GREAT time! Miss B said he did the "Head & Shoulders" dance before anyone else--I was beaming! When you have a child with a developmental delay, you tend to relish in the small accomplishments!

Mimisms:

"Are you real?"

Me: "Yeeeesssss..."

Mimi: "Are you sure you're really real?"

Me: "Real? Yeeessss..."

End of discussion--I may never know what she meant!

George: watched him outside on the "pitio" for a goodly amount of time playing robot. Sitting by himself in a chair, thinking no one could see him, moving his arms robot-esque and speaking robot.

Random Friday night thoughts...

Mimi is 5, George will soon be 5. Where has the time gone? And why do I constantly hear parents breathe the proverbial sigh of relief when their kids are back to school?? Don't they even miss them a little bit??

Again, I ask: If you stick your kids in daycare (anything up until Kindergarten), and then can't wait for them to be in school full time, why the hell did you have them in the first place?

This is, of course, excluding single parents who have no choice.

But, as I have said before, the people I see and hear are working for the "stuff."

I remember a woman--a lawyer--once saying to me, "I can't believe you stay at home. I was so bored until ______ was three months old. I just HAD to go back to work."

I should have said, but didn't:"You're a lawyer? How on earth do you do that every day? I'd be SO bored..."

So, here I sit at the end of a very good week.

Jason's first week back.

We have played outside, we've walked every morning, we've practiced letters & numbers, we've read books galore, we've swum every day in the pool, been monsters, aliens, Jedi Knights, princesses, packages (hide underneath an upside down laundry basket), sous chefs, bakers, cleaners, and anything else you can imagine!

Bored? Hardly!

Happy? Over the top!

Mimi had her 5 year check today.

Normal. Always good.

Vinny had his 15 month visit as well. (15 MONTHS!!!!!).

They both received the necessary immunizations.

I asked their pediatrician (awesome doctor!!) what she says to parents who are stupid enough not to vaccinate. She said that she tells them she grew up in a Third World country and saw people die every day from diseases that could have been prevented with vaccines. To choose not to have them is putting your kids at a terrible risk.

As you all know, Jason and I are vehemently opposed to parents who do not vaccinate. It is neglectful and truly not an act of love.

To all anti-immunizing parents: Find an isolated island far, far away. Please...

Finally...some isms:

George: "Mama!! I have my underwear on! Now my penis is protected!"

(We were walking in the rain--he had on underwear and a 3T raincoat. That's it.)

Mimi: "Mama--will you remember his day forever? Even when I'm a big girl? 'Cause I will remember."

(We were hanging out, rolling a ball back and forth to each other with no boys around)

Natan: "Good job!" "That was AWESOME!" "Wook!" "Sawee!" (Sally)

George: "Can I see your jingles?"

He meant "shingles" which I may or may not have had the past few weeks--doctor isn't sure anymore! I corrected him and said they are called "shingles" and he said:

"Oh, yeah. Right, right. Jingles come at Christmas!"

Vinny: "Coo-coo" (cookie) "Poo" (pool) "Tan-too" (thank you) "Uh-oh"

(And...he can swim! Jason throws him in and he comes up laughing!)

Thanks for reading...g'nite!

V-Master's Groove

SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE

Vinny dancing is perhaps one of the funniest, sweetest, and down-right cutest things I have ever seen! he does it ALL the time! Sometimes, without music! He dances to the beat of a silent drummer!

He likes all genres of music from Mozart to AC/DC to Sharon, Lois and Bram!

Today's clip is to "Louie, Louie" and he added a couple of new moves!!

Enjoy!

Paperwork!

The first round of papers have been sent to their respective recipients.

Requesting a girl (Mimi is READY!!!), and looking into some Waiting Child options.

The wait is 12-18 months.

From today.

This is all thanks to my Mum...

Children's HomeSociety & Family Services

Found this today...I just like the faces.

Click here!

Girlie-Girl

Mimi is no girlie-girl!

Am I glad? I have to admit...I am!

I don't know what I would do if she were a timid little priss!

This is the picture to prove that she can hold her own in a house full of boys...in her hand is the live frog she caught.

She came running into the house yelling, "Mama! Mama! I caught a frog!!"

Score.

Mimi-ism...

At my doctor today, we waited for an hour and a half. Then, waited another hour to see the doctor. No kidding. Then, another half hour with the doctor. In at 3, out at 6.

Then...the nurse taking my blood couldn't get any blood from my veins after two attempts.

Ever had a needle inserted and then jiggled inside your arm?? It hurts a little.

Then, the next nurse couldn't get any blood either. She jiggled the needle too, and finally, blood letting began!

Afterwards, Mimi came to me and hugged me.

She said: "I will be you little Ya-Ya and make you feel better Mama..."

Jason-ism

Jason just told me about a woman he spoke to yesterday going through the checkout line at Lowe's.

She told him (out of the blue) that she used to weigh 500 pounds and had lost over 200 pounds.

His reaction: "Holy cow!"

He then said Congratulations. But I think the damage was done...

He didn't get it. Until. Just. Now.

I finally managed to pick myself off the floor (where I was rolling!) to blog this.

For Better or For Worse...

Click the link below for a cute For Better or For Worse comic. She' one of my favorites!

(And then, Mum...click on the "Back" browser button to get back to the blog. Don't keep clicking it and get mad.)

Click for a cute comic!

Milestone

We've passed the moment when our kids hate for us to leave them.

We went to the annual Meadow's Music Party (an amazing evening of good and "other" musical talent and lots of catching up with folks), and before we left, George came into the kitchen and said, "Mama...are you going to leave now? It's time for you and Daddy to leave. I'll miss you. You can go now."

Mommy Baby Yoga

I know there actually exist out there several programs that offer "Mommy/Baby Yoga".

Mine isn't one of them.

My Yoga consists of me doing yoga and Vinny sitting on me...pulling my ponytail...tickling my feet...and whatever else fancies him!

The finale was Vinny jumping on my stomach in the "Let's just relax and unwind" portion of the session.

I think I see a video series in my future!!

Bums Away!

So...the kids are potty trained but still want their bums wiped after pooping (just to make sure)!

Evidently, Mimi has taken on a new chore--today when George yelled, "Help I poop-ted!" she went running and before either of us could get to him, she was wiping G's bottom.

And she did a fine job, too!

Ayaan Hirsi Ali cont...

"Submission Part 1" is the movie that Ayaan Hirsi Ali made with Dutch Director, Theo Van Gogh. He was brutally murdered as a result of making the movie in 2004. She now lives under the threat of death for speaking out against Islam.

Right after that is the interview between Ali and Anderson Cooper. She is a phenomenal and inspiring woman...

Submission Part 1

Interview

Everything & Nothing...

In Love...
So much to write, and my mind simply shuts down when I sit here...
I love my kids. There. I said it. I think they are perhaps the most beautiful, outstanding, gorgeous, happy creatures I have ever known.
Yes, I know other people love their kids too. And I know they think their kids are all that. But aren't we, as parents, supposed to think our kids are the most fantastic?
So there. I admit it. I am madly in love.
And yes, Jason is pretty OK too!
My problem is that I forget to focus on the moment. I pay too much attention to the chores that need to be done...jobs that should be accomplished. The kids are growing up so fast, and I am afraid that it will be over with in the blink of an eye.
My new goal is to forget about the crap and focus on what counts. The laundry will still be there, waiting to be put away. The vacuuming can wait another day. But my kids are not always going to say,"Watch me, Mommy!" or want to curl up on my lap and snuggle. They are going to, someday, want to spend more time with their friends than their parents. They will not always ask to sleep with us. So...I am going to enjoy each moment. Chores be damned!

It's Not Over Till...
On that note...we had a lovely party for Mimi on Thursday with most of the usual suspects present, plus a few newbies.
However, our day did not end happily. Post party, we went to register for dance. On the way home, George used the glass breaker (which Jason keeps in the car for emergencies and failed to notice George playing with), to break his window in the Mac Daddy Van. We heard a sound that really sounded like a gunshot.
Here is my confession: I yelled. All the way home. First at George because he scared the crap out of me and all I could see were shards of glass all over the seat he was sharing with Vinny. Then, I yelled at Jason. because he was oblivious to the fact that George, right under his nose, found the glass breaker and was using it as a toy while I was inside the dance studio.
So there. I yelled. I did not use profanity. There was no need. I don't spank, but I can rip a good tongue lashing off when necessary. I believe it worked. Both boys were chagrined and I do not believe George will attempt any such stunt again. I can't speak for Jason.
Don't judge me. Sometimes a Momma gots to yell.

Isms...
Vinny is now waving and saying "Hi!" to everyone we see, including all present family members. He is a talker! "Tiko" means "tickle." "Ta-too" means "thank you."
And the dancing continues, with some new and improved hip hop moves!

Natan is improving every day and I think it is in part to Mimi and George. He repeats everything they say, and actually has some meaningful conversations with them and us. I am so glad I kept him home instead of going the Special Ed route.

Mimi is sleepwalking again. She managed to get down to the TV Room the other night (2 flights of stairs), whimpering but not aware. She had not recollection the next day. I slept with her to make sure she was OK, and she did not remember that, either. Hmmm...

George. Obsessed with robots. Obsessed with his penis. Obsessed with dying (ever since Dad's funeral). Obsessed with signs that say "NO--" It's the slash line that he seems to like. Obsessed with car washes.

So I've rambled on. Before I go...top five favorite things this week so far (yes, I know it's only Monday!)
1. My Mom. For many reasons, but in particular, an offer she made to us that I will divulge later.
2. Slum Dog Millionaire. OMG. What an awesome movie.
3. Tropical Desire: Canadian bacon, pineapple slices, tomato, lettuce, Swiss cheese, grilled on an English muffin.
4. Steroids. Don't ask. But I love drugs!!!
5. Augusten Burroughs and David Sedaris (equally talented authors whom I love!).

5 alive!

Five years ago today, Lou Fu Si was born. That wasn't her name until she was discovered in a park a few days later.

Now she's Mimi and I can't imagine what it was like before we met...

We may not have been there on that day five years ago, but we are here today. And man are we going to celebrate!!

We are having a Panda Luau today! Mimi is all about the party...especially the cake.

Let the good times roll!

Here is a short video montage of her life thus far:

Make photo slide shows at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Good Times...

Spent the day in Birmingham with the Ingrams...so good to see ML and the kiddos int heir new and fabulous house!

At one rest stop, the kids saw a mother smoking while holding her toddler's hand. Their response:

"Her teeth are going to turn black. Then she is going to die. She's a bad mama, isn't she?"

Jedi Master...taught them well we have!

I also love that when we were up in Cobourg, whenever the kids saw someone smoking (of which we saw a lot), they would point and exclaim loudly: "Why do you want to die?? Mommy? Daddy? Are those idiots?"

My instinct would normally have been to shush them...but not anymore. You wanna smoke around my kids? Good luck with that. Oh, and good luck with your future cancer. Hope it's worth it.

Cheese!

So Uber Boy Baby Vinny is not only walking but also talking! Like a maniac!

His current three favorite activities:

Dancing. Put on some fast, rockin' music, and he immediately starts bouncing and moving his arms! Yes, I have video to upload!

Saying, "Cheese!" with toy camera in hand

Saying, "Aaaa....CHOO!"

Never a dull moment...

Also, kudos to Jason for transforming my piano studio for me. Can't wait to see what my students think!

Random musings...

Click here to read about an incredible woman.

I devoured her book on the way to Cobourg...could blog for hours but won't.

Ayaan Hirsi Ali answered many of the nagging questions I have always had regarding organized religion. Here are a few, and no, I don't want personal answers!

How much does a person have to suffer and still be expected to believe in some/any sort of higher being?

Is faith in the untouchable necessary?

Is faith in things concrete enough? If so, why are people judged for being Agnostic or Atheistic?

Why do people use religion to justify behaviors/decisions that are clearly human?

What matters most: how you treat others, or how well you know the bible or other religious text?

Maybe it's time I packed it in and went to bed...

For those concerned that I am actually reading smart literature, fear not: I also read several discount "cottage" books--books that are perfect for sitting in jammies, drinking coffee, and ignoring children! Fast, fun, and good for the soul...

Boy in the Mirror

George just came and told me that "someone is being mean to me." I naturally assumed Mimi or Natan...turns out it was the boy in the mirror, staring back at him, being mean.
Well. We told that boy in the mirror. I made him apologize, which he did, and now all is well.
The final mark was George shutting off the light and making the mean boy in the mirror go away.
Man oh man.

Canada Pics

Uploaded all our Canada trip pictures yesterday. They are in "Family Pictures" which you can now find under the Google ads.
Also added a few more to "May 2009."
Enjoy...

It makes (Ad) Sense???

I have added Ad Sense from Google to the blog...I apologize in advance if it is a pain.

Home again, home again...

Arrived home last night, 11:30 after 2 solid days int he van. Survived! Kids watched "Wall E" umpteen times...very clever little movie!
Almost didn't come home, mainly because we wanted to stay! However, pay checks are kind of a nice way to pay for things, so here we are, back in McD.
We extended our trip from Cobourg to head to Nova Scotia for a visit with Sara and Dwayne and to hang in "Nana's Blue House" on the Point. Ahhhh...let the slug behaviour commence!
Daily schedule at the Blue House:
Wake up. Drink coffee. Read. Think about getting dressed. Stay in jammies. Drink more coffee. Eat breakfast. Continue reading. Check to make sure the kids are safe (playing outside). Read some more. Make and drink more coffee. Drag yourself to change into cottage attire. Read. Lunch. Read. Nap. Dinner at Aunt Sa's and Uncle Dane's. Walk on Point. Get back into jammies. Read. Hot tea. Read. Fall asleep. Go up to bed.
Repeat daily.
Have I mentioned that we LOVE Nana's Blue House?? It sits up a hill at the end of a long lane. Ocean to the front and side. Cows in the surrounding fields. No TV. No computer.
Damn.

Now for fun!

Mimi: "But the boys kept waking me up, so I HAD to play!" (after getting in trouble from Da b/c she and the boys were NOT sleeping):

George: |"There's that noodle dog again." (Meaning the golden doodle dog we saw yesterday!)

Natan: "Well done!Well done!" (his "phrase-of-the-day")

Vinny: "Cheese!" and pose...whenever the camera comes out!

Heading to Tim's for biscuits then shopping...beach again tonight.
Scottish Highland festival tomorrow!!!! Haggis, anyone?????!!!!!!

Stupid Toronto Union

So...Canada Day is rapidly approaching (July 1) and the Toronto city workers are on strike. Garbage is not being collected. Instead, temporary dump sites have been set up throughout the city--parks of all places! The union workers (who are paid VERY well and have great benefits) are demanding higher pay and more benefits.
Now, as you probably know, I lean toward a very Socialist ideal.
HOWEVER...I have been to developing nations. I have seen the work conditions. People in Toronto should be thankful they are employed and are compensated well for their work. Should I dare mention that these workers have high school educations?? Not that there's anything wrong with that, but...I have Master's degree. If I want to work, I will earn more because I have earned it!
I am trying to convince Jason to take a road trip with a load of garbage to dump in front of the picketers, but he is not game. Mimi is...maybe I'll take her!
So, avoid Toronto! What was once a gorgeous city is turning into a garbage slum at the hands of the unions.
This is both a pro and a con to moving back to Canada. I am not in favor of unions, but I would like to part of the solution.

Eh??!!

Having a BLAST!
Left McD. at 2:30 Sunday afternoon...arrive Cobourg, Ontario at 10:00 a.m. Enjoyed a Tim's and ate breakfast at the park since Nana was out when we arrived--note to self: get a house key!!!!!
Mum left right away for a dentist appt. Within minutes of us arriving, Mum leaving, George somehow set the house alarm so as soon as we opened the front door, the house was filled with a screaming siren and automated female voice announcing there was a "South Door" open. It went on for a good twenty minutes. The security company called, but with the siren bleating and George standing in front of me crying, 'I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!!!" she couldn't hear me. I called the dentist's office finally and got the code from mum who said, "I THINK that's it!!!"
So, we have likely already over stayed our welcome, but man, are we having fun!!!!
Had a birthday dinner for Nana (which she cooked!) and then headed to the beach for fun in the "water fing" which is the playground of water spraying thingys! Woo Hoo!!!!!!!
Off to Auntie Gail's today to see Heather and Uncle Biff before Heather downloads the baby!!
Anonymous: I brought a forzen section of your cake for thebirthday dinner...LOVED by all!!!! Mimi and George loved finding out those cakes belong to their beloved Celeste!!!!! Thanks!

All our bages are packed, we're ready to go!

Car cleaned and packed...
House cleaned and ready...
Blackberries picked and packed and ready to go into Nana's pie...
Suitcases, etc. packed and loaded...
Last load of laundry drying...
Kids sleeping...
Two very tired parents vegging...
Leaving tomorrow afternoon...
And...I only made three lists!
Here we come, Nana!!!!!!!!

Ahhh....

All our kids are having fun this week at "camp"--even Vinny is happy since he is with his Maggie! Except for the mysterious red thing in George's nether regions, there haven't been any glitches (to my knowledge!).

Successful outcome at the dermatologist for Natan and me today, and we only waited 45 minutes in the waiting room, then another 30 minutes in the exam room and only saw the PA for about five minutes...

Got everything planted that needed to be planted...

Every time we leave the house, the kids think we're "going to Nana's!" They are so excited but then so bummed when we end up at church or Wal Mart!!!!!

Night swim with the kiddos to cool off before a way too late bedtime...

Anonymous, if you're reading this...THANK YOU for making this such a fabulous week for our kids, and also THANKS for your cake today--I haven't snacked all week, but I did today!!!!!!!

So you think you can dance!

Mimi & George performed in their spring dance recital on Saturday! Their teacher, Miss Beverly, is super sweet to the kids and understands their age and all that comes with being this age, which is the entire reason both kids actually moved on the stage this year--they had a blast!
Here is the video...pics posted in "Family Pictures":
dance

We had the talk with George about dance after an older boy pitched an awful fit on stage at the recital (not dress rehearsal). George is a great sport about people picking on him and being able to brush it off. He understands that people who pick on you are "just idiots." A couple of lines I've taught him to say in response to kids who may tease him about dance:
"On the football field, guys are surrounded by other guys in tights...on the dance floor I'm surrounded by girls in tights with no underwear!"
"It's all about the chicks and the tights..."
Feel free to add more!

George-isms

George, as I was pushing Natan and him in the cart while shopping:
"Are you going to have another baby in your tummy, Mommy?"
"I don't know--why? Do you want another baby?"
"Yeah...I want more Vincentses!" (the plural for Vincent--I don't think there's a dictionary spelling for that!)
Of course, the next thing out his mouth was to ask to go see the live lobsters! I guess I won't read too much into the musings of George!

Mimi-isms...

In the dressing room at the GAP store:
Mimi tried on a halter top but I didn't tie it tightly enough at first. She looked at herself in the mirror and exclaimed rather loudly: "Mama...everyone can see my boobies!"
I heard a woman next to us laughing. And the problem has been fixed.

Mimi on Sunday morning, after being woken up (again!) by George:
"I want to move to a quiet house so I can sleep in."

June is busting out all over!

We all survived the trip home for my Dad's funeral.
Observations on said funeral:
Mum had a picture of Dad in the living room from many moons ago--looking the way we all remember him. Mimi and George couldn't say who it was in the picture. Natan, however, took one look and said, "Papa." Then, before the funeral started and people were gathering and milling about, Natan walked up to the closed casket in the church, touched it and said, "That's my Papa."

George insisted on sleeping with Dad's "bio" which had a photo on the front. Even woke up in the night frantically searching for it.

I took Mimi and George to view Dad before his casket was closed. They were not afraid of him, lying there, looking very unlike how I will remember him, and how I will hep them remember him. They asked if they could touch Papa. Mimi wanted to know if it would wake him up. I think she hoped it would, rather than feared it would...

George fell fast asleep at the beginning of what was a fabulous funeral service, and Mimi squeezed my hand the entire time.

I'm glad we took all the kids...my Dad would have loved them to bits.

Briefly...

Just added some new pictures into "May 2009" in our family photos. They're at the end of all the other May pictures...

Dad

Here is something that shows a tiny part of my Dad! It's funny that pictures can show a person's reaction to different people...each picture, for me, has a story behind it, or a memory implanted.
I feel sad on a personal level that I won't even share with Jason. But mostly I feel sad because he would have LOVED the kids. And he never got to know them. And that sucks.
Makes me think about my own Life video and what it would look like...
Click on the picture:

My Montage 5/14/09

Good times...

Had a nice party for Vinny--good friends, and what I hope was good food!
Here is Vinny post-cake-smoosh!
I must say he rocked the party--give him a room full of women who will laugh at EVERYTHING he does, and he is in hog heaven!!

May 12, 2009

Vinny turns ONE today! Can't believe it!
Click on the picture below:

Vincent 1st Birthday

Confession

I'm having an affair.
I love Sam Waterston.
I think it's his eyebrows.
Jason knows.
He also thinks it's sad and a little pathetic.
And now, I'm five minutes past my SVU opener.
Chung. Chung. (That's the theme!)

The sun sets...again!

"Toodles" is gone (name chosen by kids). One of the sweetest dogs I have ever met is gone. I am sad. It doesn't mater that we didn't need him...it doesn't matter that we already have four kids, one dog, one cat. I am sad.
Turns out he is a show dog and that's why he's "intact." So THAT'S the word!!!
I'll say one thing: If Toodles gets out again...I'm keeping him!!!

P.S....Ever hear of putting up FENCES you idiot dog owners!!!

Dog is my co-pilot...

You've heard this before I'm sure. I am now living proof!
We were out on walk number one this morning and as we approached out house, saw a sweet little Miniature Schnauzer. CLEARLY looking to find a feisty female--judging by the size of his...ummm...attributes! He followed us in through our open breezeway door and is a real charmer!
Am I being sent some cosmic message from Dog???
Once he is snipped he will stop lifting that infernal leg, and may be a keeper!
Unless any of my faithful readers are interested...
Just another day in the life...and I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

stuff...

Six Flags (or "Seven Flags" as George seems to think it's called!):
Took the kids on Saturday because Jason was going with a group from his school. Had a BLAST!!! 12 hours of walking...LOTS of rain...no whining, fussing, or napping!! Mimi is the daredevil of the group--George errs on the side of, "Maybe next time..." as far as the "scary rides" go!

Walking back to the car through the park, I saw that Mimi had a look of terror on her face (she was behind us with An"from Daddy's work). She jumped into my arms and finally told me that "I ate my money!!!!!!!!!!" She had been finding and collecting pennies off the ground ALL DAY--eight to be exact. Evidently, she decided to swallow one and now and some regrets. She, in typical Mimi style, heaved and threw up her $16 Ben and Jerry's ice cream while throngs of people walked by. It just isn't a day out if one of the Montague kids doesn't puke.

This morning:
I gave George his morning BP bill. He always just takes it, no fuss, no muss. Today, he said as he was chewing it (it is actually meant to be swallowed!!):
"What the hell."
I asked what he meant. He answered: "What the hell--I'm not going to take my pill anymore."
In between gulps of laughter, I explained that yes, he would continue taking it, no questions asked.

Natan brought down two pairs of pants this morning instead of pants and a shirt. He got one pair of pants on, looked at the second pair, realized his mistake, and promptly put the other pair on his head. "Wook, Mama--my hat!" He is still wearing it...two hours later!!

For those who care...Natan is just about fully potty trained!!! YAY!!!!! Now...to get started on Vinny. He is almost one, after all!!!!!!

I love my kids.

Bad, bad people...

We went to Panola State Park yesterday morning to play and hike around--a favorite place of the kids.
Arrived at 9:00.
Found abandoned puppy on slide at 9:02.
Argh.
I am normally OK in these situations--logically I know that you can't pick up every stray animal just because it is in heaven romping with your kids, who, it would appear, are also in heaven.
So, guard being down and all, I agreed to bring him home, with the rule that he may not be ours to keep--"we are just keeping him safe for now."
Not many people are looking for a puppy. Most people also don't like mutts.
We kept him--the kids named him "Panola." I thought it would be OK until today when he started in with his puppy bites on Vinny. He did it to me, and I have to say, it hurt!!! Imagine that on the fleshy little arm and face of a one year old.
So...because some IDIOT couldn't bother to spay or neuter, and then abandoned the result of said idiocy, I had to call Animal Control and be the heavy.

People: SPAY AND NEUTER YOUR DAMN ANIMALS!!!!!!!!

That is my thought for toady.

Good times...

Walmart. 8:30 this morning. Greeted by all the nice ladies that work there...nice, quiet store.
First, right off the bat, Natan scammed a Cheeto from a Walmart Lady. She thought it was very funny, and was impressed that he said Thank You!
Near the end of our shopping, the same nice Walmart Lady gave each of the kids a small bag of Cheetos (she asked first!). They spent the last ten minutes of the trip yelling, "Thank you, Cheeto Girl!" every time they saw her.
On our way out, a lady stopped and asked me if she could walk with us. My first thought as you can imagine, was that she was some zealot who was going to try to convert me to some wacky religion--she would have met her match! However, she only wanted to know where Natan was from, although she alraady knew. I also asked if she were from Ethiopia--clearly she was. She has lived here for 18 years and is married to an American from Texas. She gave me her number and wants to try to get more ET folks together--adopted or otherwise.
I was also very proud Mimi who, when Hannah (woman from ET), asked to hold her hand as we walked, Mimi asked me, "Is that OK, Mama? Is she a good or bad stranger?" YAY!!! She's been listening!!!!!
OK, so Natan DID take "it" out to go wee-wee in front of a car full of people, and I DID put "it" back in just in time, but all in all...a great morning!!! And we were home by 10:30!!!!!!!!

The BooBoo Bandaid Monster

Jason and I got the kids up last night, as usual, for one last wee-wee, and found what seemed like hundreds of band aids and wrappers all over the bedroom floor. Then, I noticed, George had wrapped a band aid around each of his fingers, and some were stuck haphazardly on his body. Mimi had some stuck on her legs, but she confessed that George had wanted to be the "Boo Boo Band aid Monster".
Oh my.
Even in the middle of the night, they keep us laughing!!!!

Dear Anonymous

I wanted to restate that you are NEVER the subject of my blogs in a negative way! I thought a lot about what you said last night...about age giving a person a sense of freedom, perhaps?? I agree wholeheartedly!
My vent stemmed from typically "old" ladies (women who act older than they really are and are negative beyond imagination), criticizing me for the little things: my baby is not wearing socks...why aren't my kids in school...the kids will catch a cold not wearing shoes...that sort of thing. And this from people who do not even know me! And it happens EVERY time I go out.
Advice from those with experience and wisdom is always welcome--I don't have to follow it if I choose not to!
And, FYI...You have two of the nicest grandkids, so you got street cred!!!

why bother...

Maybe venting is pointless. People continue, on almost a daily level, to say things to me which are highly offensive--personal things--while I remain quiet, lest I offend them...I blog because I don't want to hurt someone's feelings and this is the safest place for me to react.

When someone criticizes me for not putting the kids in school yet, do I answer them back and criticize them for their use of daycare? No.

When someone says something racist, do I tell them that stupidity is color blind which their ignorant comments prove? I should, but I don't.

When people say,"Oh, you must want to be like Angelina Jolie..." should I respond that they must want to be like Britney Spears (works for folks with two kids)?

When people say I am not old enough to know what I'm talking about, do I tell them that life's experiences make us wise, not age, and until they know my own experiences, they shouldn't judge? Nope. Because that would be rude.

When a woman told me she and her family were "chosen by god" and that we weren't and that is why George has a heart defect--should I have asked her why she would be chosen--she and her disgusting, mouth breathing kids??

I can't go anywhere and not get attacked personally without even asking for it. Checking out groceries...shopping at Target...church...anywhere.

Jason and I have a large family because it's what we want. We will add to it in a few years. It's nobody's business.
We adopt because it's what we choose to do. It's nobody's concern.
Feel free to make your comments.
One of these days...

This needs no title...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGEPjFfP5TQ

You've got to be kidding...

A local "private" school (in quotes because it's really a lightweight "christian" school), ELCA-- founded years ago under a different name because white parents didn't want their white children attending school with black children when integration occurred--is holding some sort of religion conference later this month.
Jason and I know a rather misfitting teacher (misfitting because he actually has a brain but desperately needs a job!), is part of the planning. He had various people of varied religious backgrounds coming. All the plans were in place, and the administration dropped the bomb at the very last minute and asked him to tell the Muslim leader to "not attend" because of the outcry that came from all the parents.
He did--against his better judgment.
Here is a school teaching its students to be intolerant, hateful, and judgmental--JUST what this world needs!!!! And they do it in the name of "christianity" which is just a cover for people to act poorly.

Just for laughs...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omApdPl0ovI

Seuss!

Went to see "Seussical the Musical" put on by the talented Henry Players...fabulous!!! Mimi and George went with us and they loved it!! Can't tell by the look on G's face in each picture, but we all had fun!!

The Mayor of Whoville and his wife.


Horton!


Jill Bird Lady


The Cat in the Hat!

Question...

This has been bothering me for some time...
Why do some parents think that bullying is the way to raise their children?
Name calling...
Corporal punishment...
Yelling...
Humiliation...
After reading one of the best books EVER, "Nineteen Minutes" by Jodi Picoult, I realize even more that children are fragile. When a parent or adult they look up to or love, beats them down again and again, their self esteem will be demolished and they will lash out in violent ways--either against themselves or someone else.
Telling your child s/he is "stupid" or "dumb" or a "moron" just hurts. Perhaps YOU, the parent, are the moron.
My favorite is the parent who uses the word "retarded" to bully kids. It doesn't get lower...
I guess the real question is: if you don't have it in you to simply LOVE your children and show this love with your words and actions, why the heck did you have kids in the first place??

Kidisms Part ??

Jason just came in and told me that he was teaching Mimi some Chinese words at bedtime and George yelled from the other room, "Stop talking like that! I only speak Georgia!"

Yesterday, Mimi asked me if baby bees could make honey in the "honey house."

George said on the way home from dance class yesterday that he wold be "so much mad" if Natan had his R2D2. So much mad, indeed!

Braggin' a little...

Today, the Children's and Youth Choirs that I lead presented a powerful and fabulous Palm Sunday program. They always do a great job, but the tone of this one was different, and they NAILED it! I am proud and bragging!

Someone told me awhile ago that "not every child has the right to be in a volunteer children's church choir." (not exact quote, but close enough!)

Pause for expected laughter.

Isn't that the most ridiculous and arrogant thing you've ever heard?? It's also sad. For someone to think that a Volunteer Children's Church Choir should be exclusive...if it didn't make me sick, I would likely laugh along with you!
I have lots of different kids in choir--some behave, some don't always...some can sing on pitch, some cannot. My goal is to create a safe and fun environment for the kids to develop an appreciation--and hopefully love--of choral music. I tolerate a lot because I know that all children are different (yeah...here's where that Master's degree and basically having a brain come in handy!). I see them once a week for an hour at best. I am not a yeller and I do not resort to humiliation. It's wrong as a leader, teacher, and especially a parent.
So, yes, any child is welcome in my choir. There are lots of auditioned children's choirs in our area that are exclusive...I like mine.

And, KUDOS to all the great kids today--and thanks. You rock!

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A Letter to My Friend

Dear Anonymous,
My apologies that I have not blogged recently.
Lazy? No. Busy? I suppose. Nothing to say? Never!
I have a lot to say, but not enough time to write!!
How about a sneak peak:
1. Bullying (by parents towards their own kids and by kids to other kids)...stemming from a recent incident reported to me and also a great book I am reading.
2. School shootings vs. war vs. abortion (again, based on this latest book)
3. Kidisms (they happen so frequently, I cannot possibly write them down fast enough!) but I will try!
4. Our upcoming sojourns with Nana "from here to there, from everywhere..."
5. The upcoming ruin of the family name as soon as my sister sees a needle within three feet of her on her surgery day--it will not be pretty!! (Note to self: Buy stock in Valium NOW).
6. Republicans (just kidding--why waste time!!!!!!!!) Insert evil laugh.
Much love from your blogger friend...