hitting my stride

The one year mark must be approaching. I feel so good about mothering these days. Even on a morning like this morning–Ezzy is crying in her room, Juan P. is cleaning up his drenched pull-ups and pajamas, and Danny is pranking his sisters at the breakfast table–I feel great! As the effects of survival mode slowly wear off, I find… Continue reading hitting my stride

readers beware…venting required

I saved this post for far too long. Now I have an appropriate place to post it. 🙂 ———————————– To no one in particular, I am quite sure that your slight remarks, quick roll of the eyes, and obtuse views of my parenting are due to the fact that you are completely incompetent at parenting yourself.… Continue reading readers beware…venting required

mr. falso–adoption and discipline

I would say that lying and whining have been the biggest hurdles we have come across the past month or two–across the board, with all four children. As the kids emerged into a new phase with us–I would say around Thanksgiving–instead of having major meltdowns and screaming tantrums, we started having more incidences of whining, pouting, and… Continue reading mr. falso–adoption and discipline

belly wars

I was sitting in my sister’s car waiting for her to drop Spence off at grandma Hirschi’s. While I was waiting for her, I saw her sister-in-law, Sandi, cleaning out her van. She is pregnant with her fifth child and starting to really show. Wade her youngest was tagging along beside her, Anna her next… Continue reading belly wars

dear daniel,

Papi and I just got off the phone with Senor Raul. He is one of the people at Commonwealth Adoptions that is helping us bring you home. Raul says that you and your siblings are very excited to be adopted. He also says that you, in particular, are very anxious and nervous about all the… Continue reading dear daniel,

letters from mom

To my sweet children, Uncle Rob taught papi and I to pray in Spanish a few nights ago. I’m trying to memorize as many of the phrases as I can before we travel to Colombia. Aunt Jaime also tried her hand at Spanish. She particularly likes tortugas–I think she just likes how the word rolls off… Continue reading letters from mom