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In June 2001, as our long-awaited nuptials drew near, I stressed about the dumbest stuff. The strapless bridesmaid dress that wouldn’t zip, the harpist that lacked punctuality (yet possessed ample attitude), delegating the precious task of pining corsages on grandmothers to the nearest helper and neglecting to take photographs with them. Dumb. I’ll just go ahead and…
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Coming Home
When we arrive back in Montana with Little Man in tow, any and all are welcome to greet us at the airport before we retreat into our Cocoon for an unspecified period of time. Though we will have had almost three weeks of bonding as a family of five under our belt from our time…
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Good Mornings
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…
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Ringing In the Year of the Horse
Gung hai fat choy! Last night we rang in the Chinese [Lunar] New Year with friends and a traditional Chinese feast. I intended to snap a photo of the bountiful spread just before we dove in, but we were having too much fun and I didn’t want to be that hostess. (i.e., Myself. These are…
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On Blogging
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…
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Showered
I was showered by my friends today. I couldn’t resist saying that. My Bozeman Besties all convened for a delightful baby shower in celebration of the arrival of our long-awaited Little Brother. the lovely hosts, the No Book Book Club Hailing from a family whose older generation strongly advocates a one-shower-per-mother policy, regardless of how many…
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In Defense of Video Games
Though I married a gamer, I naively thought I was off the hook when I birthed him daughters. I should have known better. Our girls love to play video games. Although I certainly don’t understand the allure, I have always maintained that I’d much rather my children engage in interactive video games where they can…
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Highways, Biways, & Driving in Montana
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…
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Survivor’s Guilt
I love my adoptive mom’s support group, I really do. And I’m over-the-moon excited to be so close to bringing Little Brother home, I really am. But I am also acutely aware of the several families in my support group who should have brought their kiddos home before me. Families who are stuck at the…
