Month: September 2012

31 days to talk about (adoptive) mommyhood

“The Nesting Place” is doing a 31 days series. For 31 days she’s challenging us to write a post daily on one subject.  I thought it would be a fun exercise and might help me catch up on the loads of stories and thoughts rattling around my brain about our amazing son and being an adoptive mom. Let the games begin… tales from a trans-racial family at target of trees and foster mothers we see his face, part 5: together (a letter []

Dr Who meets Mr Toddler

The music swelled, our heroes raised their weapons, the film speed slowed to half, mouths opened, muscles tensed, they charged… And the screen went blank. Our little stinker found the power button to the X-box at the most perfect moment in all of time and space.  We laughed our heads off and he couldn’t have been more pleased.  So the next day I grabbed a picture of him trying to do it again, because perfect timing should always be remembered. {{That’s his []

storks and airplanes

I don’t feel the need to say I love my kid like he was my own flesh and blood.  The truth is I love him like he was adopted into my family. See, I don’t believe that blood is the all holy grail that everything must be compared to.  I don’t feel the need to somehow prove that we’re as viable a family as those who share a biological code.  I don’t need to compare my love to that of genetically linked []

random memory dump

When I’m rocking Thane to sleep for naps (Daddy does nighttime duty) my mind replays images and memories and I think – I should write that down! And then I don’t, and the next time I sit and rock they come back again.  They make me happy.  So even though I’m risking the well known “fact” that once I write something down it gets erased from my mind, here’s some recent ones along with some pictures from June/July I never posted. I think Thane’s []