Saturday, December 17, 2011

Christmas Cheer!

I don't have time to blog, but thought I could hold you over with some beautiful pictures of my Christmas angels!

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The Adopt Shop

I am now addicted to Etsy. Late nights, early mornings are spent with Jack on my chest and computer on my lap searching through pages of beautiful, artsy things that I wish I had the time (and two free hands) to make.
But anyway, while stumbling upon "Russian Jewelry" I found this cute little shop "The Adopt Shop", owned by Kate.
She is adopting from Taiwan and the proceeds from her shop go towards getting her little angel home.
Check her out HERE
And perhaps buy something for someone who really likes this. (hint. hint.hint)

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Open mouth, insert foot

This is an oldie I never finished, but I thought you would love this! (This is a pre-Jack post as you might be a little confused...)
I was shopping at the grocery store alone on one of those rare occasions and I was standing in line behind someone with a lot of stuff. One of the store employees approached, an older woman, and tried to convince me to switch lines. I told her, really it's fine, my mom was in town and I had a free babysitter! I was just enjoying the silence!
At that point, she asked "an infant?" I guess because I was buying newborn diapers with some stellar coupons. I said "well, we have a three year old, but we are adopting an infant soon"
Preparing myself for "oh that's wonderful..." NOPE.
She asks "from where?" I tell her: "it's a domestic adoption".
At this point she launches into a soliloquy about how she "was so happy it wasn't one of those foreigners" and "what kind of people sell out and forget their own country" and "what did China, Russia, etc. ever do for us?" I just let her go on forever. I mean forever.
When she was done bashing every country under the sun, she said "what does your 3 year old think of all this, is he jealous of sharing?"
I smile and say "well he is the most kind and loving child, he is really doing well with the whole thing. Maybe it's the fact that he's adopted too. FROM RUSSIA." Then it was my turn. I told her a little bit about the orphanage Charlie grew up in. I told her that I was fairly certain that a three month old baby being raised in an orphanage really didn't care about politics or history or hard feelings between our countries. That all he ever wanted was a mama and papa to tuck him in at night. He didn't know about a Cold War or any other war for that matter. He just wants hugs and kisses and a backyard to play in. I told her that orphans from any country were causalities of ignorance, like hers. And unless she had personally visited an orphanage and decided little babies were responsible for the World's woes then her point of view was not valid. Then I turned and started unloading my cart.
I bet she'll think twice before opening her big fat stupid mouth.
Agrhhhh. Meet the Mama Bear. 

Friday, December 2, 2011

Love Seat

My Parents

Chad's Parents
Chad's Parents

Chad's Parents

My Sister, Aunt Nene!

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Conversations with Charlie

Well, we all knew it was coming.
Since Charlie has mastered the following questions:
"What you doing?"
"Where they going?"
and..."Who's that?"
We knew the dreaded "Why" was only short behind.

Why this new question? Explaining Christmas movies with subtle themes and complex emotions have been a real challenge. While watching the "Grinch that Stole Christmas" Charlie asked "Why" approximately 8,342 times.
"What's he doing?"
"He's stealing all the Who's Christmas decorations"
"Because he's bad"
"Why he bad?"
"Well, you missed this part because you were asking me what he was doing, but according to Dr. Seuss he's bad because his heart is three sizes too small."
"Oh. Why?"

And repeat.