Archive for the ‘family’ Category
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Six Years
Six years ago today, I had been married for just a day.
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16ish Months
You may have been looking for an update on the Babers on Good Friday. I’m sorry if you were disappointed. Maybe this will make up for it. Let’s do it in list form. #yaylists!
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Climb Every.. Chair
Today we’re heading up to Macia’s 16 month check up. Yes, the kid is 16 months old.. is that crazy to anyone else?
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Abundance
We have lots of carrots. ‘Tis the season, apparently, for our CSA produce share, but I made the mistake of asking Taylor to get “some carrots” at the store
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Up To?
Up to? What is she up to these days?
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She’s So Beautiful!
Yes, we hear that a lot. I am not ashamed to brag about it either, since we had nothing to do with her genetics.
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Babe-isms
When she wants to get down (from her high chair or from the mei tai) she points down and growls: dooooooww
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Lost. And Found
The great irony of our journey to parenthood, to me, is the bottle brush that hangs by our sink. We use it almost daily to wash out the Babe’s bottles, but we didn’t buy it for her. We didn’t even buy it for baby bottles.
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Babers Update
Yesterday, we bought the Babe a new car seat. ‘Cuz seriously you guys, that kid is getting huge. And don’t tell me, “oh, but you’re just missing her bitty-baby days,” because we weren’t able to be there for all of those days.
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Cloud 9
“Oh, Anne–congratulations! You must just be on cloud nine. How exciting–it’s finally over.”
I’ve been getting that a lot lately.
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My Golden Hour
Babes and I have spent some time at the park this week.
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Looking Back
A friend reminded me of when we first met the Babe.
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Walking Along
Yep, the Babe is walking.
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Sunday Thoughts
Today I was thinking about clothes.
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And Joy, Again
We are laying low today. Babe and I are enjoying a quiet recovery day while Taylor studies au cafe.
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Joy
Most of you have seen the news on twitter or facebook already. That the Babe can stay with us.
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Tuesday Three’s-Day
No, I won’t ever be ready. I think part of being an eternal being is that we are never ready to say goodbye. We weren’t meant to.
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Today Is Monday, Again
The days just keep coming. One by one they tick away.
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Babers McMoany Pants
This week, there’s been a lot of moaning. We suspect it’s mostly teething–kid is working on her left molar, poor thing. But that cranky tooth apparently makes it less comfortable to communicate.
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Still..
Eight days.
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Babe Update
How would you all like to have Fridays be the “update on what the Babe of Cutness has been doing this week” days?
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Lucky
People have been telling me how lucky the Babe is to be with Taylor and me right now. We’ve been told how noble and selfless we are to open our hearts and home to her, and how wonderful we are for loving her.
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And She Shall Be Called…
Y’know, some people long for nicknames. And others naturally evoke an abundance.
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Sunday, Ice Cream!
Saturday, chicken.
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Friday, Fresh Fish
Thursday, roast beef.
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What I Have Learned
I have been “momma” for two months. I have been changing diapers and filling bottles and washing clothes and wiping boogers and kissing fingers and toes for a wonderful nine weeks.
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We Will Keep Hope
Beautiful words from a dear friend…
“I look forward to the day when the 3 of you come to the ranch on a beautiful summer’s day filled with sunshine
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It Takes A Village
On Saturday, I went through some pictures with the Babe’s foster mother. Many pictures that, surprisingly, I have never seen before. Moments we were not present for. Smiles we never saw, laughter we never heard.
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Autumn
My mother died in March. On the eleventh. Two and a half years ago.
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That Moving Day?
We are still waiting.
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Moving
Last weekend was good. It was great and very full. And here is another one looming, just down the road–how quickly time moves 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…
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Engaged
One week ago, my younger sister’s boyfriend asked her to marry him. She may, perhaps, have been furious with me, even in her ecstatic joy, when I admitted that I knew about it (well) ahead of time.
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A Home for Baby
In many ways, simply fostering an infant seems easier to me. If one takes the infant home, as a foster parent, one knows that the infant will only be with you for a time, that he won’t stay in your home forever. And you will, at some point, have to say goodbye. I don’t pretend to believe that having that knowledge will make saying goodbye any easier, really, when the time comes…
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You’ll Always Be..
I wake up to this song most mornings. Lilting and a bit mournful, it reminds me of being so far from our baby girl, but still treasuring the time we’ve had with her. We’ll always have that.
Happy 9-month birthday, Little One.
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5 Months?
A veritable eternity in the life of a nine-month old. Or for the waiting, hopeful-parents of a nine-month old.
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Waiting…
Two more hours and I will cycle home from work.
Two hours and 10 minutes and I will call the foster mother
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Anticipation
Sitting in the sunny window seat of a cafe last week, glancing outside between sips of my cappuccino and notes to my husband on chat, I saw a young man hanging around in front of the cafe.
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Red
I remember very clearly how I felt, walking along a sunny side-street in Ravenna, Italy, when I felt the first mild cramping that signaled the beginning of my period.
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Come
Peter called out: “Lord, if it is You, command me to come out to You on the water.”
And the Lord said: “Come.”
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On Edge
She is 8 months old today. 34 weeks. 243 days.
I have seen her less than 30 times in her whole life.
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Newly Wed
So many smiles. Clapping. Tear-wiping. Even a little whooping and hollering. Mr. & Mrs. for the first time.
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Not As the World Gives
Mass this Sunday was my first of the summer without Taylor. Last week we were in California together. The week before, Seattle. It was a strange feeling, surrounded by people but sitting by myself.
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To Tear
You can read “tear” two ways. One, those salty-secretions from your eyes–in joy or sorrow or laughter or allergies. Two, as in things-torn, the act of ripping
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Traveling
Today I am flying to California to see my family. My WHOLE family. [Except for baby girl.. She has to stay on this coast.] My flight was delayed 15 minutes,
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More Than Goodbye
It was so much more than simply saying goodbye to my husband for a few days, or a week, or several. It was more than knowing I would be facing an empty house coming home from work, or going to bed alone every night.
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One Thousand
With my head perched on the sill of my bedroom window, I hear birds in neighboring trees through my wire-grid screen. When I focus closely, every part of the world fits into neat little boxes.
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Mourning
The other day, I read a post by a recently-delivered mama of twins. [Please read it, it's wonderful!] While her boys are mostly healthy, they were born a bit premature, and so they had to spend some time in the NICU, which is always hard for parents. And not less so “just” because their babies aren’t severely sick.
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.
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Enough
I am in limbo. Hovering, or perhaps falling, in an empty space I didn’t even know existed in the realm of “becoming mother.”