adoptive parenting · Butler · feelings · firsts · Keith · Little Man · real life friends · sadness · surprises

Basketball and Big Bellies

Yesterday we were treated to a basketball game at Butler University. I graduated from there nearly fifteen years ago (gulp! gasp! ack!) and my parents have season tickets. Their seat neighbors were going to be unable to attend, so we got to go instead. We began in the West Gym (where I suffered such stupidity… Continue reading Basketball and Big Bellies

busy toddler · Little Man · sleep · sleep study

Sleep Issues: Toddler Sleep Study

Imagine my surprise yesterday when the pediatric sleep clinic called to schedule Little Man’s sleep study. The ENT office had said to give it a week. Imagine my further surprise when the scheduler said, “We actually had a cancellation for tonight.” We’ll take it. That was about 11am yesterday. We were to be at the… Continue reading Sleep Issues: Toddler Sleep Study

Little Man · sleep · sleep study

Sleep Issues: Step 1 Complete

We visited an ENT today. He was great; the visit overall was not (but that topic is for another day!). Nothing definitive came out of the visit. Dr. F proclaimed Little Man’s tonsils not abnormally large, but suggested a sleep study. He did ask about LM’s sleep habits, and I was relieved that as I… Continue reading Sleep Issues: Step 1 Complete

being a mommy · fear · Little Man · sleep · sleep study

Sleep Issues: A Diagnosis?

Two weeks ago was Little Man’s two year checkup. 35 3/4″ tall, 30 pounds, big head, very healthy 🙂 But I told our ped about the snoring, gasping and coughing I noticed while LM and I co-slept in Florida in November. She preliminarily diagnosed him with obstructive sleep apnea. That would explain the frequent night… Continue reading Sleep Issues: A Diagnosis?

adoptive parenting · being a mommy · busy toddler · firsts · Little Man · real life friends

Today, I…

washed, dried, folded and put away four loads of laundry made strawberry jam and raspberry jam had a new friend and her daughter over to play intentionally worked on nurturing that fledgling friendship ate leftover salad out of the giant salad bowl washed dishes. twice. sat with my toddler in my lap for 45 minutes… Continue reading Today, I…

bragging on my boy · faith · Little Man

Love My Boy

Cute Things My Son Has Done Recently: 1) At our first Christmas event, he ran around excitedly with tissue paper from his first gift. He didn’t care about the mega blocks in the bag – he loved the tissue paper. 2) He said “tank you” for every gift. Sometimes even unprompted! 3) He sings “Glory… Continue reading Love My Boy

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Merry Christmas

I have been especially susceptible to the magic of Christmas this year. I am sure it is due to my Little Man, but watching his glee over a simple piece of tissue paper at Friday night’s family gathering almost moved me to tears. Saturday he received a stuffed Larry the Cucumber and a stuffed Bob… Continue reading Merry Christmas

Keith · Little Man · parenting

Mommy Rock You!!!

We knew it was coming. The Phase. The Phase where Little Man prefers one parent over the other. I didn’t know it would be 24/7 Extreme Clinginess Edition. The last two nights, Keith has started to put LM to bed and he screams, “mommy rock you…mommy rock you!” over and over again. (Little Man screams…not… Continue reading Mommy Rock You!!!

adoption · adoption myths · adoptive parenting · anti-adoption · Little Man · parenting

Today As An Adoptive Mom

You know, most days, I am just Little Man’s mom. We do normal stuff. He calls me “mommy,” we go to the zoo, we watch Sesame Street. It’s not that I forget that he was adopted, but it’s not on the top of my list of things I think about. But today…oh, today. First, in… Continue reading Today As An Adoptive Mom

adoptive parenting · being a mommy · Little Man · questions

Is This Normal?

I love my son. No, really. I LOVE my son. I cannot believe how much I love him. Before we adopted, I did secretly wonder how much I would love our child. I mean, you hear all the time about the bond between a mother and the naked, slimy newborn laying on her chest. I… Continue reading Is This Normal?