Friday, February 29, 2008

Reunited and It Feels So Good

Tonight at around 9:25 pm, I was on the phone with my Mom, as we were talking I was hit with inspiration. I realized that in all of the searching that we have done for The Choppah, no one had actually lifted the shirt that was stuffed in the back end of Bean's dump truck. I walked over as if in a trance and lifted the shirt and PRAISE GOD AND ALL OF HIS ANGELS, there was Lambchoppah!!! It was a miracle, there was dancing, there was tears, in two households mind you because Grandma wanted to still be on the phone when I called Bean over(Mom, I wish you could have seen her face). All is right in Bean's world now, her face lit up to 1000 watts and she hugged the hell outta that little lamb.
I just want to say here that it was completely astounding to me that we had lost that lamb, I just couldn't wrap my mind around it. Then I thought, what the hell, we didn't notice for a week?!?!?! As it turns out my gut was right, we weren't that careless with one of our child's friends, we did get her home safe and sound, we just forgot that she was wrapped in a polar fleece shirt in the back of a dump truck that stays parked in the dining room- that's better, right?. (a note on the dump truck thing,... have I mentioned that my daughter is a pack rat of sorts and has all kinds of bundles and bags full of stuff stashed everywhere? Well she does and I am beyond keeping track of all of them, I just notice and intervene if something starts to stink.)
I will say, Bean had a rough few days, but Choppah WAS stuck in the back of a truck with the pooping ballerina doll (see this post http://beandippin.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-those-of-you-that-dont-know.html) so of the two, I am sure that lambchoppah had it worse.
SO okay I have to dash off and cancel a couple of Internet orders for the TY Plushy Shearly the Lamb because , dudes this thing is a collectors item and discontinued and hard to find so I kind of freaked and ordered some. OH and here are a few photos of grief washing joy that only a child can feel.










Just a message from Lambchoppah.... " Thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers during this tough time. I was found and then reunited with my human, things are great now and we can both move on. I am ready to re-assume my duties as friend and confidant to a great kid"
Do you see why we love her?

Compensatory Mechanisms



This is what it took yeterday to replace The Choppah; a Pretty Pony, a Ty stuffed black bear, and Pony.....today she has Pony and, then Leon the Lion in a stroller(Leon is enjoying a delicious plastic rice snack in the photo. Photo and rice by Evelyn).

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Fare Thee Well Lambchoppah





A sad day has struck our home. Lambchoppah is lost. I mean, I think lost in the most permanent way. LC was a gift to Bean from her Aunt Lissa's friend Joanna, she was loved immediately and ferociously and had many adventures with Bean. The Choppah was last seen, that we can remember, an hour away form the house either at a store or a bowling alley. The missing status of the compatriot went un-noticed, I am sorry to say, for over a week, then the three of us all had a sudden sinking feeling and now we know. Bean is quite heartbroken over this, there has been no tears but there has been alot of conversation and hoping, coupled with a desperate house-wide, yard-wide and vehicle-wide searches, also several calls to each of the places that we were at that day. The other thing is that Bean is running thru her animal stash attempting to find a replacement, it's actually very sad. No one can quite live up to The Choppah, they don't hang out of her hand right, they dont get our jokes, they are not as adventurous, they whine more.....
She has two "go to" guys, The Choppah and Pony. Pony has always been the crib guy and not gone on adventures while LC was an on the town kind of gal. So Pony is safe and helping to ease the transition of another animal.
Thanks to Joanna's great memory, we know the brand and I have a replacement lamb ordered but they make them a BIT different now, a different color face and hooves but Hopefully Lambchoppah 2- The Return will ease some of the heartache. I have an idea to ease her into the family with an "introduction" from the predecessor, I just hope it works!

*****UPDATE******OK after I ordered the quasi-lambchop, I found the actual one!! I quickly cancelled that order and ordered the REAL LIVE LAMBCHOPPAH!!!! I am so glad. Now all I have to do is wait, get the package while Bean is napping, scuff her up a bit, hide her under the couch or something and VIOLA! LAMBCHOPPAH IS HOME!! Let's all kep our fingers crossed that the smartest kid in the world doesn't catch on to my deceptions....


A good friend, we will miss you (hurry up LC 2 we need you!)

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Addictive Kid's Song

I am posting this, though I may have to offer profuse apologies later. I know! I know! Please no more silly grown ups singing to kids and driving anyone with a developed forebrain nuts. However this guy isn't bad, I would go so far as to say that I really enjoy his stuff. This is Bean's favorite song right now, it's a pretty addictive song. So, unless you want to be singing "cock a doodle doo" until you are dead and buried- do not play the clip. However, even though it's addictive, I find it's not as bad as some of those songs from the 80's that we all know, and have no idea how we know them, and will sing them for days after hearing a flat half second- actually this song I like and don't mind having stuck in my head. Maybe I need to get out more? No really I like it- so does the Bean, she really, really likes it.
(Melissa, I think that Brevin will like this one too)

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

3 Funny Things ----UPDATED


Do you ever wonder what it's like to be a part of Bean's day and hear all of the funny stuff that comes out of her mouth? Of course you do- everyone is as obsessed with Bean as we are- right? Right. Well here are a couple of random quotes....

* At the dinner table, Les was teasing her and saying things like, "maybe we should go toss her in the mud", insert insane giggly "NOOOOO" here and THEN she looks at me and says "maybe we should hold HIM down and put a Princess Dress on him!", then looks at her father with a steely eye and pointed finger and says " you just can't stop me"

*We always do the "too old to cut the mustard" joke- because, well, yes we are that sophisticated- but one afternoon for lunch, there was only mayo out. Bean looks at Les and says "you know I am too old to cut the mayonnaise!"

This is really funny stuff around here. I mean putting a dress on Papa?!!?! Come on- that's funny no matter who you are.



******* I realized that I called this 3 funny things and then only posted 2-ah- I got distracted....
so the third thing was,
*Bean is a big Springstein fan. She calls him, not just the Boss but, the Bosser Man and her favorite song is Tunnel of Love (cuddle up angel, cuddle up my little dove ride down into, into this tunnel of lu-uv). While at the park the other day, Bean was climbing around willy-nilly and Les and I were standing close with our arms around each other, talking . All of the sudden Bean pops out on the top of one of the slides, sees us and says " You Guyses! You just ride down that tunnel of love!"

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Long Post but,

this is a topic that is very close to my heart and I think that we just can not get this information out there enough. I also can not say enough about Love Without Boundaries and how much they help the kids in China that would normally fall through the cracks.


Friends and Family- Please read this.
What to Expect When You're Expecting (from China)…….
A MUST Read for Adopting Parents
Below is a letter from Amy Eldridge, from Love Without Boundaries, addressing the recent adoption disruptions and parental preparedness. If you are reading this, think about posting it on your site - a waiting parent who reads your blog may benefit from it.
*****
I have been so saddened by this situation. I most definitely wish there was a way to educate ALL adoptive parents about the truths of institutional care, however I have come to realize in my daily work that there are just as many parents who are not online reading everything they can find on adoption as are.

There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of parents out there who have no idea what life is like for a child in an orphanage, and who head overseas to pick up their perfect child only to be handed a baby who is unresponsive, thin, unable to eat….. and on and on and on.
While adopting my son last month, I walked several times over to the White Swan to talk to parents, and over and over I spoke with moms and dads who had no clue whatsoever about the issues their kids were having. I heard so many times things like, "she won't eat solid foods" (oral aversion), "she has no muscle tone" (muscle atrophy from lying in a crib all day), "she won't smile" (pure grieving from being taken from her foster mom). I guess since I live China 24/7, I assume everyone adopting does, too, which is not the case.

I talked to at least a dozen parents who didn't even know their child's orphanage name, and while I gently said "you might want to memorize that for your child's sake", at the same time I was trying to process how many parents get all the way to China without ever reading about post-institutional issues. It was sobering to me.

Babies in the NSN (non special needs) as well as the SN (special needs) path can have issues with attachment, motor skills, emotional issues and more. I think all of us on the WCC (Waiting Children China) list acknowledge that, while also acknowledging that all children (whether bio or not) can have these same issues. Living in an orphanage of course increases the odds.

I think the easy out is to say that agencies have to do more, as well as social workers, but I do think that most of them do try to give information to the parents but often parents don't want to hear it or else think it won't happen to them. Again, I am often surprised to talk to parents leaving soon and to realize they are not prepared. One family was adopting from our foster care program, and when I told them that the child was DEEPLY attached to the mom, the father said, "guess she might cry for an hour or so then?" An hour or so? She had been in foster care for over a year! I tried to explain that this little girl was about ready to lose everything she had ever known, and that they should not expect her to be sunny, happy, and full of personality after an hour. I told them to please remember the 72-hour rule.......that after 72 hours they would probably see her spark, but that she would probably grieve for a long time after that as well.

I think for many adoptive parents, they just don't want to read the "bad stuff", and so I do think that ultimately it is the parents who are at fault for not doing more to educate themselves. There certainly are books galore out there about post-institutional issues. I equate this to when I was pregnant with my kids and I would read "What to Expect When Expecting", and I would get to the C-section part and always skip it. Each and every time I would jump to the next chapter as "that wasn't going to happen to me". Well, on my fifth baby, when they were rushing me in for an emergency C-section, I sure was wishing I had read that section earlier! But at that point in the OR, while they were strapping my hands down to the table, it was too late, and so I felt complete panic when I could have been prepared. I think adoption from China is very similar to giving birth...it is much more rosy to only read the happy stories on APC, but I now encourage every family I meet to read the harder ones as well, because if you are the family who is handed a child that is limp and listless and who looks autistic, what you have learned in the past will help you make the right decision for your family during those very emotional first few days.

I have been called many times in the last few years by parents in China worried about their children. I agree that having a support network to help you through the initial time is essential. Everyone should go to China with at least one phone number of someone they can call if they are panicked upon meeting their new child. I remember feeling so alone when I was handed my daughter and she was so tiny and limp. Because our foundation often helps with the kids who have been disrupted, I am aware that sometimes there are children who have much more serious issues than originally reported…. and that is such a hard thing for a parent to get to China and then discover their child is truly autistic or has serious mental delays. I think everyone on both the China and international side would agree that it is absolutely wrong of an orphanage to not be honest in their reports, and no one would excuse that, but I also know without a doubt that the majority of kids who are disrupted are just suffering from institutional issues and would catch up quickly in a loving home. It is always a very sad day for the orphanage and everyone involved when a child that they know is absolutely fine, but perhaps thin and grieving, is returned by their new parents for being "delayed".

I think far too many people believe their child's life is going to begin the moment they meet them. The truth is, and everyone must realize it….. a child's life is going on RIGHT NOW in China, and all of their experiences are shaping who they are. The vast majority of aunties that I have met in China are such kind and caring people, but it absolutely is not the same as having a mom and dad at your beck and call. I have had new parents call and say "we didn't think living in an orphanage would affect her at all", and those statements truly puzzle me. How could they not contemplate life in an orphanage?

Walk through Babies R Us and you will see every gadget known to man to make our children's lives here as ideal as possible. Now Americans have two way video monitors, so that when baby awakens not only can mommy see when to immediately rush in and comfort him, but she can talk to baby so that he doesn't even have one single second where he feels alone. How many new parents would have a newborn and then put that baby in a crib 22 hours a day on their own? How many would only feed their baby, even if they were really crying hard, every 8 hours? Or prop the bottle in her crib and then not watch to see if she ever really ate?
Of course no one would do that…... we feed newborns on demand, comfort on demand, love continuously…. and whether people want to recognize it or not, that is NOT the life of an orphan in an institution. .….. even when the aunties are as good as gold. I remember one night when I took some volunteers in for the night shift in an orphanage, when normally just a few aunties are working. One mom looked at me with tears in her eyes as she slowly realized that it was absolutely impossible with just two hands to feed every child, to comfort every child, to soothe every baby who was crying. She said her heart was aching to realize that her own daughter most likely had many, many times where she cried without someone to comfort her..... and she told me that for the first time she finally understood why her daughter had such a deep seated fear of being out of her mom's sight.

The aunties are trying their absolute best, but that doesn't equal mother/child care. I remember being in an orphanage in the north this past winter and the aunties were so proud of how they had 6-8 layers of clothes and blankets on every baby to keep them warm. They were swaddled so tight that they couldn't move, but it was freezing in the orphanage and so the aunties wanted the babies to stay as warm as possible. What alternative did they have? It really was freezing there…... I was cold in my wool coat, so the babies couldn't be up and about with just 1-2 layers on, with the ability to move their arms and legs. To stay warm they had to be immobile, and so of course all of those kids have weak muscle tone. But the aunties were truly trying their best, and when a parent is given one of those beautiful children on adoption day, I am sure they will go back to their room with concern and say "she can't sit up by herself…. she can't put weight on her legs". That is absolutely the truth, but she also survived 10 degree weather in a very cold province and she will catch up soon enough with parents to encourage her.

To not acknowledge that living in orphanage circumstances can cause lower body weights, low muscle tone, inability to make good eye contact is very sad to me. Can it be overcome? Most definitely! The one thing I have learned over and over again about the kids in China is that they are fighters and survivors. But for some reason, people seem to want to ignore these issues in public forums.

Recently, one of our medical babies that we had met several times in person was adopted, and we all knew that this child was a "spitfire". When the family arrived and spent a few days with her, they decided she was too much of a handful for them and they wanted to disrupt. She absolutely was not what they expected. When they called their agency, they were told they had two choices: adopt the child, bring her to the US, and change their expectations of what they were hoping for, or adopt the child, bring her to the US and the agency would have a family waiting at the airport to adopt her locally. Option three of leaving the child in China was never once given. I admire that agency so much, as they were thinking of the child and the child alone. The family followed through with the adoption and handed the little girl to a new family upon her arrival in the US. As horrible and tragic and emotional as it was for everyone involved...I still feel this was the right decision for the agency to make. It was done in the absolute best interest of the child, who had waited a long, long time for a family. I wish more agencies would advocate for the rights of the child, instead of always seeming to give in to the parents, especially in those cases when they know with absolute certainty that nothing is permanently wrong with the child. Recently with another disruption, the agency I spoke with told me that it was "easier" to just get the family a new baby.

Sometimes easier does not equal right. The first baby who was rejected has now been labeled "mentally challenged" even though the agency knew the child was really going to be okay.
I think all of us, who do realize that delays occur and that babies can usually overcome them, should be these children's advocates by continually trying to educate new parents on what to expect in China. By helping them be better prepared, we just might help stop a disruption in the future. I love Chinese adoption with my whole heart, and it is my life's work…. but I also want every family who goes to get their baby to go with their eyes open and to be as emotionally prepared as possible, for the child's sake.
Amy Eldridge, Love Without Boundaries

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Baby's Bad Day

We spent the afternoon at one of the parks here in town. Bean decided that she wanted to take Baby along. This is the Baby that she was given by her Great Grandma on her first Christmas home with us, it is the only doll that she will play with and needless to say Baby has seen alot of adventure and taken her fair share of abuse- today, however may have been her toughest day as a charge of Bean's.....










Happy Birthday Brevin!!!



My nephew is two. Well, his birthday is Feb 16 but his party was today. I hope that he had a great time and was spoiled rotten by all of the attention. This little boy stormed into our lives two years ago and we have never been the same. He is dynamic, energetic, funny, smart and an all around blessing. I love the brown color of his skin and his devious little smile. I love his curly dark hair and that tough guy walk of his. I love his roars and the way he says Dean when he talks about Evelyn. I love that he is rough and tumble and very, very busy. I love that when he hugs you, he hugs you with absolutely everything that he has. I love that he has healed my sister's heart and helped her find the best in herself.
Del Del loves you fella- don't you ever forget it.

Friday, February 22, 2008

And then my heart melted....




Let me say that my Butter Bean has been doing so many new and exciting things, that I can hardly keep track. It's like there has been an explosion on all fronts. The other day she did something that amazed me and now I can't even remember what it was, and I looked at her and I said " OH! Evelyn you are getting to be such a big girl". Well, she got real quiet and sort of slid off of my lap and wandered off. I thought, well ok, maybe she's just in a mood- because let's face it, she's what one would call a "dynamic personality" just like one of her parents..... Then a few minutes later I realized that she was crying. I went to her and picked her up, snuggled her on my lap and when she was ready to talk, I asked her of she could tell me what the matter was, and she said this " Mama, I don't want to grow up. I want to stay like I am. I don't want to be a growed up because then I won't be your tiny Butter Bean". And then, you could actually hear my heart melting....
I never expected moments like this. Really. I never knew that the love you felt for your child could combine with your deepest desire to keep them just as they are forever and threaten to turn you into a blubbering pile of jelly. I never knew that when they placed that sick, tiny girl in my arms, that she would very quickly have the ability to make me experience the most intense love that I have ever felt. How could anyone ever tell you that in a book or in a conversation? The thing is, they can't. It's every mother's privilege to learn it on her own, in those moments when you think that you could out sing the angels.
Why did this moment make me so happy and heartbroken at the same time? It made me happy because to hear your child say that she wants to be your little girl forever means that she, at least, thinks that you are getting the job done. It also broke my heart because for the very first time, I lied to my child, I told her that she didn't have to grow up- I know that she will grow up, you know that she will grow up, her Papa knows that she will grow up....but, for just a little while longer, I don't want her to have to worry about it.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Warm Day

While the north was all snowed in yesterday, we had a warm and sunny day (we wanted to go back to Ohio?!?!), that meant, that even though the yard is still a swamp- there is fun to be had. Bean headed out first thing with smoothie in hand to stroll about the yard and take in the morning. After that there was much monkey-ing around with Papa, the tree climbing lessons were a big hit! We spent all morning in the yard playing and doing some outside chores, then in for lunch. After lunch we headed to a local playground to meet some friends for playing. By nap time, we were all done in and pleasantly sleepy. Here are a couple of highlights from the day.





This just cracked me up, here is Bean strolling around the yard while sipping her Breakfast Smoothie (Tropical Orange)



And here she is , high in a tree, up over her Papa's head!

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Getting prepared for the day.....

when Evelyn figures out about birth mothers and birth fathers and asks me questions about hers. When you have an adopted daughter, the birth parents can play a big part of things, even if you have a child that never really seems interested in them, you as her Mother will sometimes think long and hard about the birth parents- it's inevitable.
I have often felt guilty because I have no particular love in my heart for Evelyn's birth mother. I respect her decision and every day, every minute I am glad the she made the choices that she did, but that is really it. The guilt comes in when I read about other adoptive mom's and how they have special rememberances for the birth families and when I hear them talking about deep emotional commitments to the birth mother. I have always wondered about this and after reading a blog entry from a fellow adoptive mom, I understand.
It was and is very evident that Evelyn did not receive any love and affection before she was placed in our arms. Her basic needs were met and I am truly grateful for that- but that's it. Without getting too personal here, I just want to say that the way Evelyn was found in China does not speak volumes about any sort of mother love. Yes, her birth mother had other options than leaving her where she could be found, but there could have been more. I can't really describe what I am talking about, but, you can tell when a child was loved and left and when a child was just left. Then the SWI staff took care of her physical needs and that is it. I get so angry when I think about this. There was another little girl in the group that was given to her adoptive parents with toys, outfits, lots of pictures and she was very well fed and obviously LIKED/LOVED- an obvious difference in how Evelyn was presented to us. I understand that they have only so much time and blah blah blah. What I have a hard time wrapping my mind and heart around is the fact that while one child got so much, there were others that got so little, in the same place and the same time.
I think that had Evelyn had any amount of love in her life, I mean a physical sort of caring and emotion here, not just that decision that enabled her to be MY daughter, I would feel different. I know nothing really about Evelyn's first days,and that will be very hard for this particular girl to take. I know what I was told and I know what my heart feels. I will tell her these things and I will do it with as much tenderness and respect as possible. For though I have no deep emotions for her birth mother, I have love and concern for Evelyn and I don't want her hurt.
So, while we tell her stories of China and how we became a family, they always start at the moment of "the open door" and they do not go any farther into the past than that. I am ok with that for now as I know I have some emotional work to do before we ever talk about her time in China without us.
I am not meaning any disrespect to her birth mother, I can only imagine how hard it was to walk away, maybe the lack of anything extra was just a coping mechanism and maybe my inabilty to go any farther than that is my coping mechanism. Because when I look at that beautiful little face and I hear that sweet laughter, it is completely unreal to me how anyone could be in the same room with this special girl for more than 20 seconds and not want to hand her the moon. In a way I guess her birth mother did hand her the moon- she followed some whispering in her heart, and left Evelyn in a place that would end up in her being here with me and Les. Because I know that Evelyn is mine. There is no doubt that we were meant to be together.
Does it seem that this post is all over the place? Well, that's a view into the heart of an adoptive mother- at least this one's. It's as honest as I can be and I hope that it's enough for my daughter when she asks "What came before us?"
This entry is so much more eloquent than mine so give it a read and maybe it can fill in some blank spots
http://jazzieandtahlia.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/02/this-morning-i.html
On second thought I should have just posted this link and left it at that....

Monday, February 18, 2008

Welcome to Puddlemere...

We woke to a wet, wet world again today-thunder and lightning with tons of rain. What are two home girls to do?
Well, we had some muffins for breakfast. Played about the house. Watched Singing in the Rain with a pic-nic lunch. After that, the rain had stopped so we headed out for a walk. Of course, Bean hit every puddle in the neighborhood so when we got back to the house, I just turned her loose in the flooded yard, much to her delight. By the time she was done, she was wet up to her armpits and blue lipped and shivering- she never had it so good!










Just Because......

I love this picture. This is quite possibly my favorite picture of Evelyn -ever. Her little personality is so evident here, and her being that darn cute helps too.


Sunday, February 17, 2008

Saturday Fun

Yesterday, Bean requested that we, "get her outta this damn house". Well kid, ok! So we went up to the Aqaurium again, this time the Octopus was awake and moving around so we were all happy. Then we took her off to spend some money that her Grandma had just sent to her- she bought a Thomas the Tank Engine Playset.I loved watching her take in all of her choices and thinking about whatshe really wanted, she was so funny, it took her like a half an hour or so to decide. After shopping, we had a stop for an ice cream treat and THEN we went..... bowling!!! It was Bean's first time bowling and she loved it! She has been talking about it all day and has been trying to scam us into taking her back today. She was so funny with the balls, we would help her get them going down the lane and then she would just start jumping all around, mostly not even paying attention to the pins. If it were mine or Leslie's tun, she would stand off to the side, jumping and cheering us on. A good time was had by all. Oh, mama won.






These pictures aren't that great, it was dim in there and Bean was having a hard time being still. Yet you can see that the balls are bigger than her head.

Friday, February 15, 2008

We may have a drinking problem.....

This is what our fridge looks like- all of the time. Why do we have so many beverages? I have no idea but we have a near panic attack if there isn't two kinds of milk, three choices for juice, tea, fruit punch and soda option. Also having V8 is good. Does anyone else have this many drinks in the fridge- or do we have a drinking problem?







At least it doesn't look like this-heh.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

He's Back!!!!!

This will either kick much boo-tay or the cheese will choke ya but I can't wait to see it either way. Go Indy.


Happy St. Valentine's Day!

I got The Bean all jazzed up on chocolate and then decided to take some pictures- you can tell she's jazzed by the over the top smiles that I just love.
We are wishing you all chocolate and snuggles. Lord knows, we are getting our fair share around here today. Life is good.


Operation Cheer Up The Bean

Yesterday, we woke up to a bleak and rain filled world. The wind was howling and the rain was pounding against the windows, even when the rain would let up for a minute, we had great plops of rain dripping down form the moss all over our trees. It really was one of those dark, need the lights on at 9 am kind of days.
I always do some deep cleaning on these kinds of days so after we got up, read three books, had a little snuggle and breakfast, I geared up and went to work. Bean started playing about me and around the house so, all was well. Then about 30 minutes later, Bean looked at me and says (now let me say this whole time we were talking and joking so she was NOT being ignored), " Mama I'm just going up to my room". I tell her okay and to let me know if she needs anything. Well, 20 minutes later, I was completely engrossed in cleaning the keyboard for the computer, I realize that she is quiet up there and that I can hear sniffling.
I creeped up the steps and looked into her room. The sight I saw twisted my heart into a pretzyl. Bean was standing at her window, the one with all of the stuffed animals, she was holding her Pony and she was watching the rain and quietly weeping. I went into her room , picked her up and started rocking her and trying to figure out why she was crying. The nearest that I can figure is.... that it was just the rain making her sad! She wasn't upset about anything particular- she finally said "it's all this rain, I just don't know".
I launched "Operation Cheer Up The Bean". This included a complete halt of all and any forward motion on the cleaning front, a Brunch of Mama's Super Duper Rainy Day French Toast that Bean helped make, a late morning puzzle marathon, and then general silliness. Sometime during the festivities, the rain stopped and the sun came out a bit but I like to think that it was her Mama's intervention that helped Bean out of her slump. It's funny to me that a three year old can be affected by the rain,I mean I get a bit sad on rainy days (thus the weird cleaning) but I never expected to see a little one made sad by a rainy day.
So here are a couple of pics of Bean eating her French Toast......
We will have some Valentine's stuff a bit later on today.



Monday, February 11, 2008

ok this did get me, bad mood or not

a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/02/09/funny-pictures-bachelor-2/">Humorous Pictures
moar funny pictures

Hormones and Not Much Else

OK. I am a raging beast. Yes the hormones are getting the best of me today. Plus there is not much happening to keep me distracted.
Well, Les came home after a 3 day duty and he took over the Monkey Wrangling for me so I could indulge in some sleeping in and some alone time. It was very nice and much needed, when I am sane again I will remember to give him a big smooch and hug for being so nice. (Now that I think of it, he could probably sence my mood from a half a block away and he was just trying to keep the family safe)
Right now however, I am going to shut myself in a room and crochet so that I am not making my family suffer through my bad mood.
One thing that I have learned. Do not attmept to look for a new home- even if it is on the internet- when you are in this mood. Bad ju ju. Do not go there. Oh! and a lesson learned in past hormaone storms? Do not attempt to color your hair either.
I will be back with more Bean news when Mama Jeckyll goes away....

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Butter Bean Reads



This is one of Bean's favorite books now. We got it for her at Christmas, it was one that Les enjoyed when he was young. She is actually getting the highlights of each page if you don't know the jist of this book.

Friday, February 8, 2008