Her words are just exploding, though they are hard to articulate. She has morphed “cracker” into a back-of-the-throat “guh-cawh” and “avocado” is something like “clalala.” But she is talking. She mimics our sounds and the right number of syllables and is paying attention when we label things. Growing so fast..
She likes to holler at us from another room or in the stroller: “MAMA!” and we holler back: “Macie!” “MAMA!” “Macie!” Sometimes she draws out the syllables, enjoying the vowels in full volume: “DaDAAAA!” “Macie!” DaDAAAAAAA!” “Macie!”
I’m thinking about trimming her hair. Not a … read on
Um. So I guess it was a good thing we were at Cafe Grumpy. I know … read on
One of the songs she used to sing–not to us, really, but it was in one of the song books we had for piano and she’d play it for me occasionally–was the Fourteen Angels song from a Hansel and Gretel opera.
The idea of making a quilt–that is, going out and buying new material, cutting it up, and sewing it all back together–still doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, and yet, I have made another quilt. A little one. … read on
I think the best way to get back into the swing of things is in list-form.
[I will make a rule: I won't post more than one list a week. I can handle that.]
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–Taylor loves quilts. And kilts. And woolens. And anything knit or crocheted. I knit. I’ve learned (and un-learned) how to crochet. I love wool, and I’m not opposed to kilts (in the right context (no, Taylor, a marathon is not the right context)). But for years I have told him I don’t make quilts. It makes no sense to me to cut up perfectly good material into smaller pieces only to sew them all … read on
Friday, after running a few errands, we headed out to see the Babe. It was a special visit this time because we spent the night at her foster family’s house, in preparation for bring her home with us in (hopefully) a week or so. We spent the morning with her, watching her with her foster family and getting a more firm idea of her schedule, her moods, her disposition when we’re not actively playing with her. … read on
I’ve known women who rarely wear anything other than jeans or jean shorts and an assortment of tees. There is nothing wrong with that, of course–t-shirts are very comfortable, modest, and relatively cool most of the time–but I never liked the way I looked in them.… read on
Her experience with her twin boys really resonated with me. In my struggle with infertility, and now with a lengthy and drawn-out and unpredictable adoption experience, I feel a growing sense of loss.… read on
If you’re looking for more to read or want to hear more details of my story, go have a look-see at the past and let me know what you think.
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