09 March 2011

WW: Watch Your Back..

...ground,


 and your foreground.






Oh, never mind, just put the camera down you are running down my batteries.


Oh, I think I have the solution.

cleaning up, or




no, that wouldn't be any fun at all.

 

...and we take our fun pretty seriously.


 I am proudly sharing these photos of the kitchen we renovated three years ago, that is just the right size for Paul Bunyan's wife; when we had no thought of adopting a small fry, who would just like to be able to reach some stuff, with Wordful Wednesday at:









08 March 2011

Long Past Due Update: Amazing

Yes, in practically no time at all, our 6 month post placement report is due.  The worker came Friday.  I had forgotten she was coming and I was so incredibly glad we were home.  She said she hadn't meant to make a surprise visit.  That's cool.  The house wasn't half bad except for the fact that we had a week's worth of laundry standing around waiting.  Mickey was home to fix the dryer and therefore joined us.  We would not have had him there otherwise.

Since I was updating, I realized I needed an update here, too.

He is hysterically funny and I have been collecting little tidbits but am currently drawing a blank. (Hey look, excellent excuse to post more often!!!)

The seemingly never-ending series of doctor visits has settled into a predictable routine.  A few weeks with none.  Then everyone wants to see him at the same time.  Surely, this will space out over time.
Generally:  He didn't get the "coldy-flu-y-virus" thing the girls and I got.  He has grown two inches and gained four pounds since his first visit to the Pediatrician in November.
Eyes: Strabismus, or Lazy Eye, was slowly robbing him of his distance vision and would have taken the eye.  Thankfully, a great pediatrician did a basic vision screen in his well check and we are in glasses and patching.  This is not a treat for him or for us. He does report that he can see the numbers but not the letters in his school work.  Hee.  Hee.  This is just one example of all the fun of being six that I forgot since my girls were that age.
Hepatitis B:  We had him re-tested based on the fact that the pediatrician could not locate his liver by feel.  Usually Hep patients livers are slightly larger.  Yep, he still has it.  The Pediatric Gastroenterologist told us that in 40% of children with congenital Hep B, it disappears.  He feels that our son will more than likely be one of these children.  We will be screened every six months.  This office staff are awful.  I thought it could just be me, but I have spoken to another adoptive mom, and she has had difficulty with them too.  They are the only game in town.
Cleft Lip and Palate:  Surgery is currently scheduled, but may have to be re-scheduled per our insurance and FSA.   Of course, photos will be forthcoming.  This team is friendly positive and enthusiastic.  We are glad to have them.  I have never been under general anesthesia, and my husband responds poorly to it.  I am terrified slightly nervous about this aspect.  I have never had a child in hospital before and am not sure how to ask about how to prepare what we will need.  The instructions from the doctors office are friendly and positive and...MINIMAL.
Academics:  He could do as much as I could provide.  He has whipped through a series of workbooks that are intended to be review.  I gave him a really short explanation of  multiplication, on the fly, hoping to come back and have a more detailed discussion later.  His face lit up like Christmas morning.  He required no further explanation.  He can read aloud at a higher level than his comprehension. His developmental report said his comprehension is terrible.  It really isn't.  It is at grade level, while his ability to decode is above grade level.  It makes it seem weak, but it is just out of balance.  He is just like all the rest of us.  He enjoys the easy stuff more than the stuff that makes him slow down and work.
Loves:  His Bed, Chicken (can make a leg bone SHINE), Winter Wipeout, video games, American milk, Sunday School, Pastor, Awana (a kid's program at our church), math, baseball, grape slushes.

Favorite song:

 



I guess that says it all.

Looking back over 6 months, I can't help but be amazed.




14 December 2010

Worth the Wait

I have been trying everything to get my kids to smile.  Making them study, do their chores and wear shoes rather than flip flops when they leave the house in below freezing weather.  Yeah.  The smiles have come few and far between.  Let's just put it this way, have you seen the commercial for a cruise vacation where there is a young teenage girl who doesn't smile except for when there is a tanned and muscled windsurfing instructor? 


There are no windsurfing instructors here.

Do you remember when your younger brother was born?  What were you, like, three? Things had been pretty sweet up to then.  You had Mom's undivided attention whenever she wasn't on the phone you wanted it.  Everything you did was clever and every paper you brought home from school was further evidence that you were a genius.  Grandma was wrapped around your little finger.  And Grandpa.  Forget about it.  You owned Grandpa.

Until he HE came.  Nothing like carrying on the family name and having a, um...five o'clock shadow, to make them forget your name.

But you got their attention.  He cried; you cried.  He wet; you wet.  He messed himself; you...

colored on the walls.

Imagine, if you will, that you reigned for another ten years before the little fella came along.  Everyone you knew was cooing over the new guy.  Asking you what you thought of the new guy.  Impressed with all the manners and the accomplishments of the new guy.

Imagine you were thirteen.  THIRTEEN, people!  When you are thirteen, everyone hates you for new reasons everyday, mostly because your shirt is the wrong color or your hair doesn't look right.  When you are thirteen, your parents are wrong about everything for reasons that you are making up as you go.  When you are thirteen, you are frantically clinging to the idea that you are the center of the ACTUAL universe, and the axis of the earth LITERALLY shoots up through the downstairs half bath.  Life is not generally cooperative and you are continually at odds with a world that insists that the earth's axis really shoots up through the north pole...  That's why they refer to it as a pole.  Even though it isn't actually a pole. 

It is really confusing to be thirteen.

Then your embarrassing parents adopt a little boy.  Who is six.  Not only is everyone looking at you.  Actually.  Not just in your imagination.  The kid is also dynamite.  "What if Mom and Dad notice he has better manners?"  "What if he makes better grades?"  "What if his cute and cuddliness accentuates my repellent prickliness?"  "What if they decide not to love me anymore?"  "I have been rather a "fire-breathing so and so" for a year or two; are they trying to replace me?

We did.  He does, but he's in the first grade.  It does.  Are you serious? I might as well decide to fly with these batwings.  While you do tempt me, no; never going to happen.

For his part, he loves them truly, madly, deeply.  No matter what their drama.

For a minute this evening, there must have been a surf instructor behind me while I had the camera out.

Or maybe it was just the chocolate ice cream.





I couldn't ask for a better gift for the holidays.

I am participating in the Invisalign Teen Bright Smiles Holiday Photo Contest with Dumb Mom.”




17 November 2010

Wordful Wednesday in the Woods

 
Several weeks ago, while the jet lag was still beating me down, we took this show on the road for a day trip to the nearby national park.  No one fell in the water.


They were grinding corn in this mill the day we were there and if you wanted to take some fresh cornmeal home, you could.

 
Again, no one got wet.  Really.


 Remember I said, "Jet lag".  It was about three a.m.  And the sun is in my eyes. 
Look at the boy.  I don't know who the frowning woman behind him is.

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09 November 2010

Right on Target

Why am I running to the store again?  This time for T.P.  Another non-negotiable.  He really doesn't use all that much more of anything. He really is just one small child.

Need anything while I am out?