two years later…

Danny…kind, sensitive, a joy to parent –you love building model rockets with your dad –you are super grossed out by your sister’s new bra –you are very serious and diligent about your school work * The most surprising thing about you is how easy you are to parent. Ezzy…goofy, sassy,  hormonal –you are developing physically… Continue reading two years later…

rejection

We were “rejected” this past November. Adam and I had started the required adoption classes, but had not yet completed our Homestudy when a friend called with a potential placement–we like to call it our quasi-referral. Among other things, I spoke with the birthmother on the phone. She subsequently chose a different family for her… Continue reading rejection

the proverbial they

“We decided to go with someone else.” is the dreaded phrase adoptive moms fear to hear (something bio moms never worry about). Adoptive Parent Translations: ‘You are not good enough for my baby.’ ‘You have too many children already, you don’t need another.’ ‘You are not exactly what we were looking for.’ WHAT?!? However you slice… Continue reading the proverbial they

flashes of infertility

Two Christmases ago we were in Washington when I found out that I was pregnant, again. It ended up being my most painful and prolonged miscarriage for many reasons. A truly horrible experience. Heck, I am still paying it off because we were uninsured for a brief time. Flashing forward to this Christmas…we headed back… Continue reading flashes of infertility

1st famiversary

2019 Well, it wasn’t the Famiversary we envisioned, due to some health and vacation issues, but at least we were all “kind of” together. My mom and sister remembered our One Year Family Anniversary, and they had hot fudge sundaes waiting for us when we arrive in Utah. We were able to video call Adam… Continue reading 1st famiversary

all mine

When in public, I am usually asked if the children are “all mine?” I have learned that this question has many connotations–good and bad. I think the questioner most often means, ‘am I the biological mother?’ They are intrigued by the small gaggle of four brown children. Which, as my blogging friend, Wendi, just posted… Continue reading all mine