TGIF For Those With Jobs

For me….well at least I’ll have a helper for two days–oh wait only one as he’s playing golf on Sunday. 

I have so much I want to post about, but can’t quite pin it all down. 

Peepers only woke up twice last night–once at 11:20 and once at 3am.  We are making progress and all are all a little happier for it.  Did I mention that she slept until 8:30am and that hubby got up with her at 3am.  Even though I heard her and woke up too–I still got to go right back to sleep.  I hope this is a signal that we are moving towards sleeping mostly through the night.  I could deal with one middle of the night feeding. 

I have so much more I want to say about yesterdays post…I know it’s a loaded topic and one that I must tread on carefully as I am not black but my kids are and so I have to look at it from two sides while I really only experience it from one side.  So, please click on over, read it and chime in.  EDW commented and I think her comment is valid and great.  It is nice that black wasn’t the leading descriptor–that she saw more in my precious little boy than his skin color–but in this case it would have been a helpful lead as he was the only little boy of color in the place.  It is such a hard topic, especially since we often shy away from it to not offend. 

I got the most awesome compliment the other day from an awesomely kind black woman.  She thanked my for taking such good care of my kiddos and for really putting forth a great effort with Minnow’s hair.  We chatted about the products I used–Carol’s Daughter’s Hair Milk and she said that was a good choice and that their Tui shampoo and conditioner were also awesome.  I commented about not wanting to cut Minnow’s hair and she said that I’ll have to eventually because it will be too much to take care of.  She was being sincere and her tone was not at all “oh come on white woman  you won’t be able to do his hair.”  I agree with her, especially since Minnow doesn’t sit still.  I’ll be taking him in someday to get his hair cut…maybe before he starts pre-school (in a year). 

I pride myself on being a good mother and raising good, polite, and kind children.  So far, so good.  We were at the store the other day and a man held the door for us and as Minnow walked through he paused looked at the guy and said “Thank you.”  It was awesome.  Minnow has also begun trying to hold doors open for me, which is too cute especially when the door is a little heavy for him. 

I lost another pound this week and lost 12lbs (almost halfway to my September 26th goal).  WooHoo.  I don’t mind slow–especially this week when I had a really bad week of binge eating ice cream.  I have banned it from our house, because I must eat it all.  Until. It. Is. All. Gone.  That is not good for the waist line.  I simply cannot have that our brownies around.  But I must say if you are looking for a good no-fat brownie–NO Pudge brownies are the frickin’ best. 

Next week at this time I will in Portland for EOR’s first annual board meeting.  I am excited to get to meet my fellow board members IRL and get to meet their adorable children.  I am taking Minnow and leaving Peepers at home, even though I am really having a hard time leaving Peepers behind and may end up taking her with me too.  I know, I am crazy.  But she’s my girl. 

The Haze Is Beginning To Clear

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I knew this transition from one child to two would be hard.  Boy oh boy, did I underestimate just how hard it would be.  I am sure the difficulty is made worse by my own fatigue and stress about about the new baby, etc.  I have found myself completely at my wits end when it comes to dealing with the new baby.  I love her completely, but I just don’t know what she wants half of the time.  I am beginning ot figure it out–if completely by accident–tonight is a perfect example.  I was feeding Peepers her bedtime bottle.  She was falling asleep while eating–YAY–but then would wake up when I put her down.  She’d start kicking her feet and giggle a little.  I was getting so frustrated after three times of this eating, falling asleep, laying down, waking up thing, that I just put her down and walked away.  Well, Hubby went in to check on her three minutes later and she was fast asleep.  Unbelievable.  I was so happy to finally have figured something out. 

Minnow is adjusting better than I could have expected.  Part of his easy adjustment has to be due to the fact that we have not in anyway pressured him to hang out or spend any time with Peepers.  He is beginning to get a lot more curious and interested in her.  It is really cute.  they are going to be buds–someday. 

We are beginning to settle into a routine–a loose routine, but a routine and it is welcome.  Peepers napped twice today for the first time and the naps were of a good length.  I know it will take time, but I am happy to see everything moving towards the direction of manageable. 

I know I haven’t really posted about the trip to Ethiopia but I haven’t had time to really sit down and write.  I have been so tired–which is why I really wish I would have taken my laptop to Ethiopia with me.  I will write about it and post about it soon.  I promise.  In the meantime here are a few pics of Peepers in Ethiopia–I have lots of pictures since we have been home, I just haven’t loaded them onto my computer yet.  I will, I promise.

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But for now–we are just surviving. 

Bad Parenting Moment #15,652

So, I go to get Minnow this morning after he wakes up.  I find his bed sheets/pillow and his clothes somewhat covered in puke.  His puke.  Either he did it in his sleep or we just didn’t hear him.  How awful is that? 

On a positive note…Peepers did sleep a lot last night.  This two kid thing is hard and it’s only day 3.  Crap!

Can’t Tell One End From The Other

My life is a complete and utter frenzy of chaos, excitement, sorrow, happiness, sadness, and so on and so on.  I leave for Ethiopia in 3 days.  Saturday at 12:50 I will be on my way to Peepers.  I am so excited and if I didn’t have almost a million other things to do before I left, I might be calm.  But there is so much to do.  I have to admit that I catch my breath every time the phone rings.  I know that this adoption is going smoother than Minnow’s adoption.  I mean we passed court the first time and all of our paperwork is in order.  But I can’t help but be cautious. 

I am having a hard time balancing my happiness with the feeling of sadness I have for my friend Anne and her loss of their beautiful baby.  The loss of a child is something one never gets over.  It forces me to remember and appreciate the miracle that is a child.  During our last adoption another family lost their baby two weeks before they were to travel and about a month or so before we traveled.  It is scary and reminds me of the dangers of life in a developing nation.  I am happy and sad at the same time. 

I have a list that just keeps getting longer and lists about my lists that keeps getting longer.  I know it is all worth it, but I am gettin dizzy trying to keep it all straight and together.  And, I cannot believe that I am leaving Minnow for 8 days.  I don’t know how I am going to do that.  I don’t know how Minnow is going to handle me being gone.  I am sure he will be fine and won’t really miss me that much–but I worry that he might and then what. 

Okay. Must. Stop. Worrying. About. The. Things. I. Cannot. Change.

I am leaving just over 72 hours.  Holy Shit.

Fathers

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I am excited that we are going to have a daughter.  Not just because I get to buy really awesome clothes–even though this is awesome–but I am happiest for hubby as there is something special about the relationship between a father and his daughter.  I know that Hubby is looking forward to having a girl and I hope his relationship with her is half as awesome as the relationship I have with my dad. 

Fathers are often overlooked on so many parenting levels.  I was reading an article today that said the average father now spends 6.5 hours a week caring for their child (that is not even one hour a day) which is up from 4.8 hours per week back in 1984.  This stats means the fathers are the primary care givers for those hours.  I know stop laughing moms…okay how can I ask you to stop when I can’t.  I have to say that I pretty lucky as hubby spends a lot more time than 6.5 hours a week parenting our child–soon to be children.  It is stats like this that give dad’s a bad rap. 

I am amazed at the father my husband is and that my father is/was (when I was young).  I am so happy the Minnow and Peepers will have both of these men as constants in their lives.  Fatherhood is tough and a pretty thankless job.  As the mom and primary care giver I receive most of, if not all, of the credit for the awesomeness that is Minnow.  Hubby doesn’t get much.  But he is an awesome father and I have to remind myself to give him some of the credit that I get. 

So ladies, make sure to tell your hubs what a good father he is.  It’s okay to lie on Father’s day. 

How many hours a week does you hubs (or wife if you are an at-home dad) spend parenting your children without you?  Do you wish he’d do more?