Month: June 2012

a broken hallelujah–remembering our referral

A year ago two pictures changed my life. Two pictures of a sleeping baby boy with a head full of curls and the sweetest lips in existence. Adoption is an imperfect answer to an impossible question. I happen to wish that all Babies could be raised by their first mothers & fathers, the people who brought them into this world, the people whose blood history they share. But we don’t live in a world where “shoulds” always happen. Life is messy and []

the baby turns one

I’m a bit late in writing about this, but we’re been living life too hard to record too much of it the last three weeks. Thane’s birthday fell on a weekday and we decided to celebrate with just the three of us.  Our own, still relatively new, little family.  (We had a family party later that weekend, and a bigger one in CO a few weeks later.) N had to go to work of course but he got off early and Thane and []

what he’s been up to

His clapping has gone epic. He does it at appropriate times (after someone says yay! or he does something clever) and occasionally at inappropriate times (after I said “please don’t touch that, maybe he was applauding my gentle parenting?) and my personal favorite, he claps along with the television. And this isn’t the clapping at first that was hesitant and required great effort. Now it’s quick, virtually without effort and experimental: What happens when I clap in the water? What happens if []