Archive for the ‘family’ Category
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On Becoming A Family
I don’t have many words this week. But I want to share this with you. … read on
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Hey Seester..
I miss you.… read on
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Where We Came From
Next door to Macia’s favorite coffee shop is Magpie, a store I could spend all my money in. … read on
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What Macie Says
Her language is exploding. She went straight from two word sentences (Daddy sit. Mommy eat.) to whole paragraphs. Her first long sentence was (furiously) “NO WADDO READ BOOK!” … read on
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Saying Goodbye
I remember, after my grandmother died, my mother went back home to divvy up the inheritance with her siblings, and to clear out Big Mom’s house so that it could be sold.… read on
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A Cousin for Macie
Two months ago, Macia got her first cousin on her daddy’s side.… read on
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Blue
berries!
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
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Water, Oil, Fire
Her dress is finished. She has new white shoes. I have enough lace left over to make a headband or a bow for her hair.… read on
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Almost 20, Brought to You by Instagram
So, I joined Instagram. … read on
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rose + mary
Sitting in front of the Mary grotto while my Macie Rose played in the sand, I stared blankly at Momma’s huge rosemary bush, following he twisted branches in and out of the center of the bush. It was tough and twiggy–a hearty desert plant. I pinched some leaves off and crushed them between my fingers, inhaling the strong, woodsy scent.… read on
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Mourning, Still
I wasn’t expecting the grief that surfaced when I was alone at Daddy’s house. … read on
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F. Liszt
Does anyone remember Victor Borge? He did the phonetic punctuation bit? He also did a bit where he plays a piece by Fliszt. It’s not F. Liszt, of course. You don’t say “M. Ozart,” do you?… read on
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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!… read on
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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? … read on
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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.… read on
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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.… read on
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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.… read on
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My Golden Hour
Babes and I have spent some time at the park this week. … read on
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Looking Back
A friend reminded me of when we first met the Babe.… read on
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Walking Along
Yep, the Babe is walking.… read on
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Sunday Thoughts
Today I was thinking about clothes.… read on
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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.… read on
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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.… read on
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Today Is Monday, Again
The days just keep coming. One by one they tick away.… read on
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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. … read on
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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?… read on
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And She Shall Be Called…
Y’know, some people long for nicknames. And others naturally evoke an abundance. … read on
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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.… read on
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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… read on
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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.… read on
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That Moving Day?
We are still waiting.… read on
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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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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…… read on
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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.… read on
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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. … read on
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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. … read on
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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.… read on
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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. … read on
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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.… read on
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