Alternatively entitled: “Literary Distractions For The Duration Of Our Wait” and/or “Books I’ll Surely Neglect After Bringing Home Our Toddler”. I’ve always been a  book-worm. Pretty sure it all started with The Baby-Sitter’s Club… I accumulated every single book in the series as a tween. (Though we weren’t called Tweens at the close of the Read More →

Last week I gave up coffee. Well, caffeine. And deodorant. Which leads to my profession of new-found love for essential oils. A couple adoptive-mamas gifted me with a Doterra set at my recent baby shower for Little Brother, which I had secretly been coveting but didn’t want to spend the money on. (See: Funding An Adoption.) I knew my pseudo-Hippie lifestyle Read More →

I admit it, I didn’t get it. In 2008, when Smarty-Pants Husband uploaded our Disneyland pics onto a self-hosted web-log to share with family/friends, I audibly scoffed at him. Why did we need a personal website?! We weren’t selling anything! He explained that we could continue to post photos there and journal online, but I Read More →

I used to drive the freeway every day. In much of Oregon, freeway driving is simply a way of life. My daughter’s school was a twenty minute drive southbound on I5, and I made that trek twice daily. If was going shopping, I’d always find the nearest freeway on-ramp to expedite the journey. Being a Read More →

When it comes to adoption, Tom Petty said it best: “The waaaaaaaiting is the hardest part.”  Preach it, Tommy. First, it’s the waiting for approval to adopt. Then, the wait for a referral [child match]. Later, you wait (staring at a photograph) to travel. Many adoptive parents ask the question, “What should I do to Read More →

The updates we have received on Little Brother since our referral have been surprisingly informative; unusually so, according to my adoptive-mom-friends. Maybe it’s a China thing? Most of my closest friends have adopted (or are adopting) from African nations, and every country differs greatly as far as their adoption process, in general. From who qualifies to Read More →

My kid was that kid tonight. On a Facetime call with a long-distance-bestie, she plainly informed her pal “Santa’s not real.” **facepalm**  See, while we determined from the beginning of our parenting gig that we would not participate in the “Santa Game“, we recognize that there are plenty of other families in our circle who DO. Read More →