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Adopted

My kids are my kids. It is official. The finalization was bizarre in the extreme. A new law in Nevada allowed us to call in to the hearing instead of traveling the eight hours it would take for the 15 minute hearing. So we finalized on the living room floor, three adults; the hubs and … Continue reading

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comfort food

Have you ever noticed that the real key to comfort food is having someone else make it for you? That and the food is weird. Dang weird to anyone outside of those making it and those being comforted by it. My mom used to make lumpy malt-o-meal for breakfast. She was a harried chef. Most … Continue reading

why I foster

  Why. It’s a good question. Even without a question mark. I’m introspective so I ask it a lot. I’m extroverted so then I answer. (That’s right, I can’t stop talking even when I’m the only one listening.) Right now, I’m asking it. Why do I. And here’s what I am answering to myself. Because. … Continue reading

wading into the mommy wars

I don’t usually do controversy on my blog. And I probably won’t in this post either. (Sorry to disappoint those of you who popped in because you googled “war.”) I promise that I am super-saucy and offend people in real life all the time if it makes you feel better. Just ask me how I … Continue reading

in defense of the yelling mommy

I have been reading a lot of mommy bloggers who have given up yelling at their children. Um. Way to go you guys! Really. I’m impressed. All other mommies stand in awe of you and that is why your posts are getting so much traction and attention because being a mommy, in practice, seems almost … Continue reading

spring break

This year: We went to the lego display at the local mall. Last year: We went to the real thing at THE Mall – just him and me. We miss it. Especially since, this year, my big kid is snuggling with his book, feverish and shaking through his Spring Break. Between him and his daddy, … Continue reading

having my cake &

I’m pretty bad at birthdays – like stinky bad.  I’m not going to remember yours even when facebook reminds me. If I do, I probably won’t do anything terribly special.  I might buy you a taco, I know a good place. Or, I might send you a text.  But chances are much better that I’ll … Continue reading

it’s a pinocchio hippopotamus

Remember that joy I was talking about six bazillion years ago when I last posted? Some of that is coming up for us. We are going to be able to adopt DJ and Lala. Lots of things (read: paperwork, red tape, and transferring case stuff from one state to another) have to happen first but … Continue reading

a mixed bag

Have you ever experienced the kind of joy that is born from someone else’s pain? It’s the kind where two parties give and get and both hearts burst but in opposite directions. Foster care and adoption are full of that kind of mixed-bag joy. It is always holding your happy and someone’s sad at the … Continue reading