Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Our office is moving downstairs ssssllllllooooowwwwllllyyyyy!
I do not have picture-posting abilities at the moment and have great pictures to share.
We are enjoying summer. Busy building a garage/shop and eagerly planning our summer vacation to the coast.
Lastly, we know what a turtle-ferter is!!! I'll tell soon.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
1. They are generally yellow--mostly on their backside.
2. Though, if I had one it would be blue.
3. Mine would be bigger than Sylvie's.
4. Turtle ferters can be found at Grandma's and Grandpa's. Whom, by the way, have NO IDEA what a turtle ferter is.
5. To eat one would be inappropriate, funny and even yucky!
Monday, May 31, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Minutes before we leave brunch, I take S-A for a pit-stop in the bathroom. While going potty, she squeales, "I is soooo esssscited! We are going to the Scare-ousel and it is going to be SCARY!" I try re-frame the way she is thinking, but decide it doesn't really matter, as she does proclaim to be "soooo essscited".
Right before the ride begins...
Everyone looks happy, right? Then the ride starts. So does the screaming, wailing, shreiking, demands to get off NOW. Add that to the fact that everyone's huge, amazing brunch is whirling around in their stomach like a tornado.
It was HORRIBLE!
This is what the carousel riders looked like when they were done.
Sometimes it is such a blessing to be the picture-taker rather than a participant.
Funny thing about this story is, over the year, it will somehow be dulled, or even erased, from our memories. And, next Mother's Day, we will end our brunch with tears, shouts of dismay and scrambled stomachs.
Scare-ousel is a comprehensive way to put the experience into words Sylvie.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I need some sunshine. I want to water my flowers, pull out the beach towels, frolick in green grass, sleep with windows open, wake to birds chirping, slather on sunblock, meander through Farmer's Market, go barefoot all day, enjoy a cup of steaming coffee on the porch, let Sylvie run around outside in her birthday-suit, star-gaze from our rocking lawn chairs, try to eat an ice-cream cone before it melts, take the kids to the pool, pack a picnic, wear my flip-flops...
Boys on their way to school. I should have shot lower, as Liam is wearing SHORTS. He suffers a bad case of denial.
Wouldn't he look better spouting water into our pond?
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Again, it was wonderful.
And the gifts! Chocolates from the boys, a treasure hunt from Clark (which was SO much fun), and this from Sylvie-Aganoti...
One last time, wonderful.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Then came the Olympics. And the justifications. Just these two weeks. What kind of Americans are we if we do not watch our best and brightest perform? The kids would be missing history. We love sports. Sadly, even the old stand-by, everyone else is doing it.
Well, we watched those two weeks like we were addicts on a bender. At our house when we do something, we do it BIG. And, I must be honest, we are still using. Three times a week. "The Amazing Race", "Survivor" and "Parenthood". Tonight, in fact, is TV-night.
I need to apologize to other TV-watching families. I have judged you in the past. As we had wholesome, television-free evenings, I imagined you hooked up to the Tube, aimlessly amused, with drool running down your chins, and brain-cells leaking out your ears. Now we join your ranks. Humbly.
So, I confess. We are watching TV. Cautiously. And liking it.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Sylvie-Aganoti bypasses her doll-house daily to play with her brother's ensemble of men with weapons stuck to their sides. She has them walk and talk. She sneaks them into her pockets, and includes them on many-a-family car ride. But what she is really enamored with is hiding them in various tuck-away spots in our home.
Arriving at the point of this post...
Liam has a solo trumpet performance yesterday. He is good at playing the trumpet. Really, really good. Though, this piece in particular he struggles with. He has been playing this song, this one and only song, for weeks and it just does not seem to be evolving.
Picture him standing in front of an audience. Feeling quaky. Feeling unsure. Feeling insecure about the piece he is about to play.
He starts out with a wobbly note, continued by several others. He hears some classmates giggling. Liam is getting that stomach-sinking sensation. The giggling is becoming more enthusiastic. Liam considers bolting for the door.
One lone voice rings out, "Liam, you might have a guy sticking out of the bell of your trumpet."
"What?", Liam thinks. "A guy? Did I hear that correctly?"
Band Director intervenes. Sticks his hand deep into the trumpet. And produces... ...an action figure.
Thank you very much Sylvie-Aganoti!
p.s. After this traumatizing experience, Liam prevails. He plays his piece better than ever!
Monday, March 8, 2010
What does the School Counselor say to the new, shy student?
She says, "Student, I really like your cute buns!!!"
Yep, that is what I said.
Sinking to a new low in putting my foot in my mouth.
I admit it here, right now, publicly. When I begin praising student's buns, it is a clear indicator that I am loooooong overdue for Spring Break.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
I loved my child, your student, when he was just an idea. A maybe. A hope. A dream.
He and I functioned as one for nine months and seven days. When he was born it was a loss as well as an indescribable gain.
As a baby, he held qualities beyond his time. We laughed, finding him an old man in a young boy's body, possessing an uncanny understanding of his world and those around him. Yet, ironically, that is his bane--functioning successfully in this world and with those around him.
It hurts my heart in ways immeasurable to see him struggle and it is hard not to point my finger at you sometimes.
He is special. He is valuable. Do you know that?
I want you to care enough to know him.
He lives for bugs and treeforts, taking things apart, reading a book until (in his sleep) it drops to his chest, throwing pebbles into water, the color purple, his stuffed bear, shattering rocks to find what might be inside, getting a letter addressed just to him, asking "why", riding his scooter over a bumpy course, wearing tennis shoes without socks, having his hair ruffled, eating homemade popcorn, exploring nooks and crannies, receiving a compliment.
He is a shining star.
He knows you groan inside when he walks into your classroom, yet he climbs out of bed each morning to spend his day in your care.
I ask you to change some things for me. For him.
- Please do not sit him furthest away from where you teach--that alienates him.
- Please do not have him write his name on the board with a sad face underneath--that humiliates him.
- Please do not pull him out in the hall to tell him you think he is mean, a bully--that deflates him.
- Please do not put him at a table with others who have a hard time concentrating, telling him you don't want him make hard-working students less successful--that beats him down.
- Please do not reward kids by table when you've put him in a group where everyone struggles--that sets him up to fail.
- Please try to feed him more positive feedback than negative--that builds him up.
- Please give him a genuine smile--that makes him feel worthwhile.
- Please treat him like an individual and give him goals he can achieve--that empowers him.
- Please write nice things on his paper in your red pen--that encourages him.
- Please place your hand on his shoulder from time to time--that refocuses him.
- Please tell him a joke or give him a hug every once in a while--that humanizes him.
- Please remember he is a little boy, trying his hardest, who wants more than anything to please you--that is his intent.
I wish I could wrap my arms around him all day long and protect him from unkindness. Sit on his shoulder and guide him seamlessly through social situations. The depth to which I hope he succeeds is immense.
You, he and I want the same thing. He is a boy who leaves our home each morning, declaring, "Today is going to be a good day Mom."
Please be good to him.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Tuesday morning to our dog, "Margaux, you are soooo smart. Just like me!
After bursting into daycare, "I am here!!! It's Sylvie! I am here and I am brown like chocolate!!! And chocolate is YUMMY!"
Looking at our friend's new referral of a beautiful baby boy, "He's Ethiopia!"
At the grocery store after being told she's cute, "Yep, I am cute!"
When asked her name, "Sylvie-Aganoti Teresa Tower Stinker-Pants." Guess what we've been calling her?
This kid is FANTASTIC.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Incidentally, "A Mother for Choco" has to be one of the best adoption books we've read. It is a favorite of Sylvie-Aganoti's. In fact, I bet any one of us could practically recite the entire book we've read it so many times! I highly recommend it!!!!
Monday, February 8, 2010
I needed some new undergarments. The boys waited (they'd rather not go in!) and Sylvie-Aganoti made her first trip to Victoria's Secret.
Not five minutes in the so, so busy store when Sylvie loudly declares, "Momma, Momma!!!! These breast-es are HUGE!!!!!"
I don't know if she was talking about our fellow shoppers. I don't know if she was referring to the displays.
In either case... ...she's rather accurate.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
A couple of months ago a woman had her eye on us (mainly Sylvie-Aganoti) in the Good Food Store. After a bit, she approached and introduced herself as a fellow adoptive mom. I LOVE these moments. She has a Haitian son who is home and another they are waiting for. They have been waiting a long time to bring him home. As we exchanged information, she showed S-A a photo of she and her husband visiting their son in Haiti. Sylvie hugged the picture to her chest and did not want to return it. The mom gave it to her. She said, "It isn't often our kids see a family that resembles theirs. I have more at home." Sylvie carried their photo around for days.
The picture of their family has been lost for quite awhile. Sadly, the same can be said for her contact information. But, she is on my mind and heart. May her son be unhurt and his needs met.
There are many orphans in Haiti waiting for U.S. families in harm's way at this very moment. Two hundred and fifty four to be precise.
Tonight I emailed my state senators. I asked them to support Humanitarian Visas to bring the 254 waiting orphans home. Quickly.
It was a simple thing to do. Do it! http://www.senate.gov/general/contact_information/senators_cfm.cfm
It is one small way to help those hurting in Haiti.