Here's Sam on a really cool slide in Central Park. Matt took one movie from the bottom, but also thought that it would be a better view if he slid down behind Sam. Picture a tall, skinny guy waiting in line with all the little kids to go down the slide..........nice. But it did make for a cool shot. What a good uncle!
Monday, June 30, 2008
Central Park Zoo
Sam had fun crawling in all the animal statue/sculpture thingees at the zoo. My favorite is the second one with him entering the turtle.
Sweet!
Sam has definately learned on this trip that grandparents are there to spoil you. We stopped at a mall and they bought him tickets to ride on BOTH the carousel and the little train that goes around in circles. Had he been there with just me, he would have been stuck in the free play area with the hundred other kids.
Today, he learned that great aunts and uncles are just about as good as grandparents. For dessert at Ron and Janet's, he got a cup full of squirt cream, refilled as many times as he wanted.
Not as impressed as the rest of us
Here we are ready to go into see Matt's desk at the New York Times. Sam managed to fall asleep in his carseat on the way there, be transferred into his stroller, be rolled through 12 blocks of Manhattan, and still be sleeping for this photo op. He did wake up in the elevator, so we can say he did actually see where Uncle Matt works.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
My grandma has a sister, too?
We went to visit my Aunt Janet, Uncle Ron, and my cousins. Here are come pics of Sam with them and my cousin David.
We tried to explain that Aunt Janet was my mom's sister, but he had a bit of trouble with that concept. He eventually resorted to calling them "my friends," and any time he talks about Aunt Janet and Mom, he says "Aunt Janet and Barb." We've been trying to get him to realize that Grandma has a name (and Papa too, but that gets more complicated to explain since Papa's name is Bob and Sam can not fathom that there is another Bob in the world than HIS Bob), but apparently Grandma only can be called Barb when paired with Janet.
We tried to explain that Aunt Janet was my mom's sister, but he had a bit of trouble with that concept. He eventually resorted to calling them "my friends," and any time he talks about Aunt Janet and Mom, he says "Aunt Janet and Barb." We've been trying to get him to realize that Grandma has a name (and Papa too, but that gets more complicated to explain since Papa's name is Bob and Sam can not fathom that there is another Bob in the world than HIS Bob), but apparently Grandma only can be called Barb when paired with Janet.
Some beach pictures
Here are some pictures of the beach. And now we hear "I want to go ocean AGAIN!" about 10 times a day.
Friday, June 27, 2008
We made it to the ocean
Last week my dad told Sam that when we went on vacation we would see the ocean. So, of course, Sam asked me ten times a day "Can we go ocean now?" He even went to sleep one night crying and screaming, "I WANT TO GO OCEAN!" Not that he even knew what an ocean is...
So today we went. Sam wasn't so sure at the beginning, preferring to build sandcastles up by the towels with grandma.
He eventually decided it could be pretty fun.
And sandcastles combined with the ocean are the best!
So today we went. Sam wasn't so sure at the beginning, preferring to build sandcastles up by the towels with grandma.
He eventually decided it could be pretty fun.
And sandcastles combined with the ocean are the best!
Don't tell Dad what put me to sleep!
On the second day in the car, Sam seemed really tired around 11. We thought we'd just keep driving for a while and stop for lunch after he woke up. Finally at about 1, we stopped since he never nodded off. After lunch I was convinced he would be snoring by the end of the on-ramp. He wanted to watch a DVD, but I figured he would maybe be able to stay awake for a couple minutes and then nod off.
We broke out a new DVD that had an episode of Dora on it (which Sam has seen on TV once or twice, but never been too enamored with). He stayed awake through the entire episode. He eyes would be SO heavy and about to close for good, when something would strike him as funny and we would hear a burst of laughter. And then the episode ended.......and he asked to watch it again. And then again. And then again. And then again. And continued to will himself awake to see what happened to Dora (like he didn't already know that they would find the fire truck at the top of snowy mountain after going through the alligator lake and the blue railroad tunnel and foil all of Swiper's attempts to swipe it).
It was now nearly 2 hours since we had finished lunch, and we getting closer to our destination, and I felt he really needed to sleep. I decided to intervene and get Dora off that screen so he would finally give up on staying awake. I tried to just take the DVD player away, but I could see that was just going to make for a hysterical, awake child. So I talked him into watching his Caterpillar movie about dozers, excavators, etc. And the picture shows what he looked like within 2 minutes of hitting play on that DVD...
We broke out a new DVD that had an episode of Dora on it (which Sam has seen on TV once or twice, but never been too enamored with). He stayed awake through the entire episode. He eyes would be SO heavy and about to close for good, when something would strike him as funny and we would hear a burst of laughter. And then the episode ended.......and he asked to watch it again. And then again. And then again. And then again. And continued to will himself awake to see what happened to Dora (like he didn't already know that they would find the fire truck at the top of snowy mountain after going through the alligator lake and the blue railroad tunnel and foil all of Swiper's attempts to swipe it).
It was now nearly 2 hours since we had finished lunch, and we getting closer to our destination, and I felt he really needed to sleep. I decided to intervene and get Dora off that screen so he would finally give up on staying awake. I tried to just take the DVD player away, but I could see that was just going to make for a hysterical, awake child. So I talked him into watching his Caterpillar movie about dozers, excavators, etc. And the picture shows what he looked like within 2 minutes of hitting play on that DVD...
Never say never
My children were never going to have a DVD player in the car. When we bought our van, I specifically did not look at any that had DVD players in them. I did not want one. It wouldn't be necessary. As a child, I managed to make the yearly trip to New York and back without one (not that they were available then). We entertained ourselves just fine without watching something on TV - we played games, listened to tapes, watched the scenery go by...........my kids would certainly do the same, right?
Then came the reality of driving to New York with Sam. What did I do in preparation for the trip? You got it - bought a DVD player. And I have justified it to myself in quite well, I think.
First of all, there is no way I was as squirmy as Sam. This kid has 2 settings: moving or asleep. The only thing that makes the moving setting bearable in the car is entertainment. So, either I was going to have to entertain him for 8 hours straight in the car for 2 days, or I could get some help from Mickey Mouse and Dora.
Secondly, when I was little, it was not required by law to be strapped in to a car seat. The recommendation for tightness of car seat straps is that you are only able to put two fingers between the strap and the kid. This restricts movement pretty well. Sam, however, requires about a half a finger clearance because he is able to free his arms from the arm straps if given the space of even one finger. I remember trips to New York, taking turns sitting on Mom's lap in the front seat or laying on the shelf behind the backseat of the Volkswagon rabbit. When we took the station wagon Mom and Dad put a playpen in the back and we hung out there the whole way. If Sam could do that, we'd be fine. But instead, the poor kid is pretty much in a straight jacket in the backseat.
About 5 o'clock on the first day Sam said, "Mom, I tired of sitting in my seat." My reply: "Sorry Sam, that's the rules. Want to watch another movie?"
Then came the reality of driving to New York with Sam. What did I do in preparation for the trip? You got it - bought a DVD player. And I have justified it to myself in quite well, I think.
First of all, there is no way I was as squirmy as Sam. This kid has 2 settings: moving or asleep. The only thing that makes the moving setting bearable in the car is entertainment. So, either I was going to have to entertain him for 8 hours straight in the car for 2 days, or I could get some help from Mickey Mouse and Dora.
Secondly, when I was little, it was not required by law to be strapped in to a car seat. The recommendation for tightness of car seat straps is that you are only able to put two fingers between the strap and the kid. This restricts movement pretty well. Sam, however, requires about a half a finger clearance because he is able to free his arms from the arm straps if given the space of even one finger. I remember trips to New York, taking turns sitting on Mom's lap in the front seat or laying on the shelf behind the backseat of the Volkswagon rabbit. When we took the station wagon Mom and Dad put a playpen in the back and we hung out there the whole way. If Sam could do that, we'd be fine. But instead, the poor kid is pretty much in a straight jacket in the backseat.
About 5 o'clock on the first day Sam said, "Mom, I tired of sitting in my seat." My reply: "Sorry Sam, that's the rules. Want to watch another movie?"
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Are we there yet?
We are on vacation with my parents right now - we left Tuesday morning and are now at my brother's in New Jersey. Twenty minutes down Interstate 80 we heard the first "Are we at Matt's yet?"
[Side note: Sam thinks that the automatic response to "Are we there yet?" is "We'll be there pretty soon." He saw an episode of Calliou once that apparently contained this conversation between Calliou and his mom, because one day a couple months ago, on our way to the post office, he said to me, "Mom, are we there yet?" I said "Nope" and he replied, "No - Mom, you say 'We'll be there pretty soon.'" So now we have that converstion at least a couple times a week while in the car.]
So, when he asked if we were at Matt's, he was quite surprised to hear me say, "No - we'll be there in a long time." He replied with, "I see Matt and Eesa tonight." We went on to talk about how we were staying at a hotel the first night, then at grandma's friend's house the second night, and then we would see Matt and Elisa after 2 nights. Sam's response very matter-of-fact was "No, I see Matt and Eesa tonight."
Time is a concept a little too advanced for a 2-year-old, I suppose.
[Side note: Sam thinks that the automatic response to "Are we there yet?" is "We'll be there pretty soon." He saw an episode of Calliou once that apparently contained this conversation between Calliou and his mom, because one day a couple months ago, on our way to the post office, he said to me, "Mom, are we there yet?" I said "Nope" and he replied, "No - Mom, you say 'We'll be there pretty soon.'" So now we have that converstion at least a couple times a week while in the car.]
So, when he asked if we were at Matt's, he was quite surprised to hear me say, "No - we'll be there in a long time." He replied with, "I see Matt and Eesa tonight." We went on to talk about how we were staying at a hotel the first night, then at grandma's friend's house the second night, and then we would see Matt and Elisa after 2 nights. Sam's response very matter-of-fact was "No, I see Matt and Eesa tonight."
Time is a concept a little too advanced for a 2-year-old, I suppose.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Put it down!
Sam is ready for his sister to come home - Saturday at the zoo he decided he needed to buy her a present, and Joe happily went along with that idea. He picked out a lovely yellow elephant, as you see in the photo. He is going to be quite the protective big brother: John was here Saturday afternoon and had picked up the elephant to look at it, and all of a sudden we hear Sam say (not very nicely!), "That's for my sister. Put it down!"
Thursday, June 19, 2008
I SO SAD!
Our conversation in the car today:
Sam: I want juice and Bob.
Me: Here's Bob. I didn't bring juice. You'll have to wait until we get home.
Sam: I WANT JUICE! (followed by some pretty impressive fake crying)
Me: I don't have any juice. Crying is not going to make some magically appear.
Sam: (More crying) I SO SAD!
Me: Why are you sad?
Sam: 'Cause I don't have juice.
Me: Oh. We'll get some when we get home.
Sam: Hold me. (That's what he says to me when he is tired/cranky/etc.)
Me: I can't. I am driving. Have Bob hold you instead.
Sam: Bob can't hold me. Bob not have hands.
Me: OK. You hold Bob then.
Sam (to Bob): Bob, I sad. You give me kiss. (Kissing sound.) It make me feel better.
Sam (to me): I ok now. Bob gave me kiss.
Sam: I want juice and Bob.
Me: Here's Bob. I didn't bring juice. You'll have to wait until we get home.
Sam: I WANT JUICE! (followed by some pretty impressive fake crying)
Me: I don't have any juice. Crying is not going to make some magically appear.
Sam: (More crying) I SO SAD!
Me: Why are you sad?
Sam: 'Cause I don't have juice.
Me: Oh. We'll get some when we get home.
Sam: Hold me. (That's what he says to me when he is tired/cranky/etc.)
Me: I can't. I am driving. Have Bob hold you instead.
Sam: Bob can't hold me. Bob not have hands.
Me: OK. You hold Bob then.
Sam (to Bob): Bob, I sad. You give me kiss. (Kissing sound.) It make me feel better.
Sam (to me): I ok now. Bob gave me kiss.
Soy-gurt
I never knew there was such a thing as yogurt made from soymilk, until I accidentally bought it at Wal-Mart. Sam had gotten really excited about some child-size individual portions of yogurt when we were at Melissa's house, so I thought I would get some. There are all kinds of options, from yogurt in a tube to Trix multi-colored swirled stuff to organic. I decided to be as healthy as possible and get the organic kind, somehow not connecting that the "Oh Soy!" on the label meant that it wasn't what I would consider "real yogurt."
We got home and I opened up a container for Sam. I looked at it and immediately say "ooooooooh" in a not-so-positive way. (For your information, soy yogurt has a tendency to separate so it looks like some icky watery substance on top with some random chunks floating in it.) He looked at it and said "That's not yogurt!" I realized it was probably my original comment that had biased him slightly, so I very sweetly said, "Yes, it is yogurt" followed by "but it sure looks disgusting" under my breath.
I stirred it up so that it would approach the consistency of normal yogurt, put some on a spoon and held it out for Sam to inspect. Surprisingly, he took a bite and exclaimed, "Oh - it IS yogurt!" and proceeded to eat the entire container, and then 2 more.
The next day at the grocery store I was feeling guilty for forcing him to eat the soy stuff, so I bought another pack of actual dairy yogurt, which happened to have pictures of Diego on it. I was going to redeem myself. That afternoon, I offered it to Sam. His reply, "I want other yogurt, please."
We got home and I opened up a container for Sam. I looked at it and immediately say "ooooooooh" in a not-so-positive way. (For your information, soy yogurt has a tendency to separate so it looks like some icky watery substance on top with some random chunks floating in it.) He looked at it and said "That's not yogurt!" I realized it was probably my original comment that had biased him slightly, so I very sweetly said, "Yes, it is yogurt" followed by "but it sure looks disgusting" under my breath.
I stirred it up so that it would approach the consistency of normal yogurt, put some on a spoon and held it out for Sam to inspect. Surprisingly, he took a bite and exclaimed, "Oh - it IS yogurt!" and proceeded to eat the entire container, and then 2 more.
The next day at the grocery store I was feeling guilty for forcing him to eat the soy stuff, so I bought another pack of actual dairy yogurt, which happened to have pictures of Diego on it. I was going to redeem myself. That afternoon, I offered it to Sam. His reply, "I want other yogurt, please."
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Come Lord Jesus
Sam loves to say prayers before dinner. He has managed to memorize "Come Lord Jesus," or at least his slightly abridged version of it. If anyone tries to say it with him, he says "I DO IT! I DO IT!" and has to say it all by himself before we are allowed to eat. It is so cute, I wanted to get it on video. However, during that process we lost a little of the "prayerful-ness" of it. One video shows him a bit too excited, and then just wanting to watch the movie of himself saying it. The other is a little closer to actual prayer.
Just like Carl!
Sam put on his Thomas engineer hat the other day and said,
"I put my hat on backwards.
Just like Carl."
"I put my hat on backwards.
Just like Carl."
Sunday, June 15, 2008
I picked it up!
Sam and I are enjoying our summer so far, especially since we have a pool in our subdivision. He pretty much wakes up every day and asks to go to the pool sometime within the first 30 minutes of being awake. It is close enough to walk, and since he is always wanting to go, you would think I would have to run to keep up with him on the way there. However, that is not the case.
Every time we go, I pack up our swim bag while he stands by the door saying "Let's go!" and as soon as we get about half a block down the street, he randomly stops in the middle of the sidewalk and just stands there. He's not really looking at anything in particular or doing anything - just standing. All my attempts to get him moving are futile, until I either pick him up or he decides to start walking again. I remind him that we are going to the pool, the place he has been asking to go for the last 4 hours, and he still stands there unaffected.
The other day, I was getting quite frustrated (and refusing to carry this 35-pound child for the next 4 blocks when HE was the one who wanted to go to the pool in the first place) and I said (slightly sharply) "Sam - pick up the pace!" He looked at me and started moving! I could not believe it..........until I saw he was not moving in a forward direction. He was bending over. And then he pretended to pick up something off of the sidewalk. And then, with a big grin on his face, said "I got it! I pick up pace!" And then, he did walk forward. Until he stopped. Again. And bent over, pretended to pick up something else, and said "Here you go Mommy. I pick up 'nother pace for you."
Every time we go, I pack up our swim bag while he stands by the door saying "Let's go!" and as soon as we get about half a block down the street, he randomly stops in the middle of the sidewalk and just stands there. He's not really looking at anything in particular or doing anything - just standing. All my attempts to get him moving are futile, until I either pick him up or he decides to start walking again. I remind him that we are going to the pool, the place he has been asking to go for the last 4 hours, and he still stands there unaffected.
The other day, I was getting quite frustrated (and refusing to carry this 35-pound child for the next 4 blocks when HE was the one who wanted to go to the pool in the first place) and I said (slightly sharply) "Sam - pick up the pace!" He looked at me and started moving! I could not believe it..........until I saw he was not moving in a forward direction. He was bending over. And then he pretended to pick up something off of the sidewalk. And then, with a big grin on his face, said "I got it! I pick up pace!" And then, he did walk forward. Until he stopped. Again. And bent over, pretended to pick up something else, and said "Here you go Mommy. I pick up 'nother pace for you."
Friday, June 13, 2008
"When Daddy gets home....
he'll help you go get my sister." That's what Sam told me today.
We have been showing him Sadie's picture on a regular basis, asking "Who is this?" to get his response of "That's my sister - she's in China." We hadn't really talked about where China is, or that we have to go to China to get her, or when she is coming to live with us. We stuck with the basic "That's your sister" not thinking he even knew what a sister was. We figured we'd just get him used to that, and when it got closer, we'd give him more details.
Then one day he was looking at a picture of her holding a toy, and he said "She needs bunny." I had no clue what he was talking about, until I remembered that Joe had bought a little pink stuffed bunny the day after we found out about her. Sam had seen it and we told him it was for his sister. Then he says, "When we get back from China, I'll give it to her." Wow.....I almost started crying.
Yesterday, Sam and I got Sadie's room arranged (after having picked up the crib from Jen in Cedar Falls last weekend). I told him the crib was for her, and his reply was "Can I sleep with her?" Seeing as he started treating the crib as a climbing wall as an 18-month-old, I don't think that is going to happen. Sam is quite delighted to have the crib back to use as a jungle gym - as well as play with the couple dolls we've gotten as gifts (making sure they are broken in, I am sure). Today we were playing in there, and all of a sudden he says to me, "You go get my sister now. She play with her dolls." I told him it was going to be a long time until she got to come home, and he told me that when Joe got home, he would help me go get her in China. The poor kid is going to be disappointed when all Joe does tonight is grill supper.........
Here's some pictures of the room - and Sam enjoying it!
We have been showing him Sadie's picture on a regular basis, asking "Who is this?" to get his response of "That's my sister - she's in China." We hadn't really talked about where China is, or that we have to go to China to get her, or when she is coming to live with us. We stuck with the basic "That's your sister" not thinking he even knew what a sister was. We figured we'd just get him used to that, and when it got closer, we'd give him more details.
Then one day he was looking at a picture of her holding a toy, and he said "She needs bunny." I had no clue what he was talking about, until I remembered that Joe had bought a little pink stuffed bunny the day after we found out about her. Sam had seen it and we told him it was for his sister. Then he says, "When we get back from China, I'll give it to her." Wow.....I almost started crying.
Yesterday, Sam and I got Sadie's room arranged (after having picked up the crib from Jen in Cedar Falls last weekend). I told him the crib was for her, and his reply was "Can I sleep with her?" Seeing as he started treating the crib as a climbing wall as an 18-month-old, I don't think that is going to happen. Sam is quite delighted to have the crib back to use as a jungle gym - as well as play with the couple dolls we've gotten as gifts (making sure they are broken in, I am sure). Today we were playing in there, and all of a sudden he says to me, "You go get my sister now. She play with her dolls." I told him it was going to be a long time until she got to come home, and he told me that when Joe got home, he would help me go get her in China. The poor kid is going to be disappointed when all Joe does tonight is grill supper.........
Here's some pictures of the room - and Sam enjoying it!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Happy Underwear Day!
Sam has been on the lllllllllloooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnngggggggggg slow road to potty training ever since he saw his papa go to the bathroom last November (don't worry - I won't post a picture of that!) and then decided it might be a cool thing to do himself, every once in a while. The past couple months he has been in pull-ups, and the past few weeks is able to stay dry all day, as long as I remember to put him on the toilet at fairly regular intervals.
Today was Underwear Day at our house - with the hope that with underwear Sam would feel the wetness of going in his pants and then figure out that he should really tell me he has to go, and not just rely on my somewhat random potty breaks. I should not have had such high hopes.
Basically, all underwear accomplished today was MORE going in his pants, since once one pair of underwear got wet, he got to go put new ones on. And why would a 2-1/2 year old want to stay in the same boring pair of dump-truck undies all day, when there are fire truck ones, and Thomas ones, and Cars ones just crying out to be worn (and then peed in)! He even announced to Joe when he came home from work, "I went potty in my dump trucks!"
My mom says not to give up. However, I really don't mind pull-ups............... :)
Today was Underwear Day at our house - with the hope that with underwear Sam would feel the wetness of going in his pants and then figure out that he should really tell me he has to go, and not just rely on my somewhat random potty breaks. I should not have had such high hopes.
Basically, all underwear accomplished today was MORE going in his pants, since once one pair of underwear got wet, he got to go put new ones on. And why would a 2-1/2 year old want to stay in the same boring pair of dump-truck undies all day, when there are fire truck ones, and Thomas ones, and Cars ones just crying out to be worn (and then peed in)! He even announced to Joe when he came home from work, "I went potty in my dump trucks!"
My mom says not to give up. However, I really don't mind pull-ups............... :)
Sam's fun week away
Last Wednesday we left for Grandma and Papa's, we saw the Mason's too, and then on to Newton to see the Sommars and Capmans. Here are some of our favorite pictures. (Totally out of order since my mom hasn't quite figured out this blogging thing yet, says Sam.)
Me and Aunt LaLa
The Fabulous Five ready to eat (Corbin, Mikayla, Sam, Kacey, and Kennedy)
The same Fabulous Five taking turns in the car
Puzzles with Grandma and Papa
I got a new George with shades like me!
With my favorite cousin, Molly!
Me and Aunt LaLa
The Fabulous Five ready to eat (Corbin, Mikayla, Sam, Kacey, and Kennedy)
The same Fabulous Five taking turns in the car
Puzzles with Grandma and Papa
I got a new George with shades like me!
With my favorite cousin, Molly!
Saturday, June 7, 2008
What's in it for me?
Sam wanted to play Thomas games on the computer this afternoon, but I told him he couldn't because I had to work on the computer.
"Mom - why can't I play Thomas?"
"Because I have to work."
"Why you have to work?"
"So I can make money."
"Why you need money?"
"So I can buy us things we need."
"Oh.........that's okay then. What you going to get for me?"
"Mom - why can't I play Thomas?"
"Because I have to work."
"Why you have to work?"
"So I can make money."
"Why you need money?"
"So I can buy us things we need."
"Oh.........that's okay then. What you going to get for me?"
Don't tell me maybe
So - the other night Bob was lost at bedtime. This was the first time since Sam has cared about Bob that he had to face the possibility of not going to sleep with him. We, of course, played it like it was no big deal. "Bob's sleeping somewhere else tonight - let's go up and say prayers." And Sam actually agreed.
Then once he and I were laying in bed (yes, I know every book in the world says NOT to lay with your children until they fall asleep - have they ever tried to get this boy to sleep?), Sam says to me "Mom, I want Bob." And here is the conversation we had.
"Remember, Bob is sleeping somewhere else tonight."
"At grandma's and papa's?"
"May-be......."
"We go pick him up?"
"We are going to grandma's and papa's tomorrow."
"Is Bob at grandma's and papa's?
"May-be........"
"DON'T TELL ME MAYBE!"
(Silence on my part - what do you say to that?)
"MOM - TALK TO ME!"
"Bob is sleeping somewhere else tonight - we'll find him tomorrow."
"Is he up in the sky already?"
"Do you think he is up in the sky already?"
"I don't think so."
"I don't think so either - we'll find him tomorrow."
"OK."
Then once he and I were laying in bed (yes, I know every book in the world says NOT to lay with your children until they fall asleep - have they ever tried to get this boy to sleep?), Sam says to me "Mom, I want Bob." And here is the conversation we had.
"Remember, Bob is sleeping somewhere else tonight."
"At grandma's and papa's?"
"May-be......."
"We go pick him up?"
"We are going to grandma's and papa's tomorrow."
"Is Bob at grandma's and papa's?
"May-be........"
"DON'T TELL ME MAYBE!"
(Silence on my part - what do you say to that?)
"MOM - TALK TO ME!"
"Bob is sleeping somewhere else tonight - we'll find him tomorrow."
"Is he up in the sky already?"
"Do you think he is up in the sky already?"
"I don't think so."
"I don't think so either - we'll find him tomorrow."
"OK."
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Here she is!
Here she is - Sadie! As I said in my earlier post, we got a call from Holt asking us to consider a little girl in China..........
We had submitted some additional paperwork to be considered to be matched with a child with special needs in April, not thinking anything much would come of it and we would still be in for a lllllllooooooooonnnnnnnnngggggg wait, and lo and behold, we get a match about a month later! Her Chinese name is Shan An Xian, and is considered a special needs adoption because she has a repaired cleft lip and will need cleft palate repair once she gets to the US. Her paperwork describes her as "looking for fun when she wakes up" and "cannot be quiet for 10 minutes," so we think she and Sam will make a great pair.
Sam needs a sister
This was the scene in our backyard the morning of May 14. I had recently gotten Sam his own Sam-size patio chairs - 1 for him and 1 for his friend Ryan when she comes over so it's not a constant battle over one chair. His favorite activity for the previous couple days was to drag them all over the patio and then sit in them. This morning he took Bob, his dog-blankie-thing, out there with him, and then proceeded to have quite the conversation with Bob.All I could think was "This boy needs a sister - SOON!" and was a little depressed over the fact that the recent referral calculators I had done on the internet had us getting our little girl from China sometime between 2010 and 2012 (that was for the standard process, given the date we sent our stuff to China.)
And then that afternoon I got a call from Holt saying "I want to talk to you about a little girl......."
Am I really doing this?
So........I always swore I would never blog. Only people with WAY too much time on their hands blog. But here I am, attempting to figure this out. After many, many comments to myself of "I really should be writing some of this stuff down" concerning things Sam says and does, I have come to the conclusion that this is the best way to accomplish that. Plus, now all of you who are interested in my lovely children can keep up with all the wonderful, cute, intelligent things they say and do. I am sure all of you will have a hard time getting your work done during the day because you are constantly checking to see what is up over here at the Mason house. Actually, my dad and Alissa will probably be the only ones that read it, but that's ok.
And yes, I said children: We have a daughter waiting for us in China. (And if you haven't figured it out yet, her name will be Sadie.) But I'll write more about that later.
And yes, I said children: We have a daughter waiting for us in China. (And if you haven't figured it out yet, her name will be Sadie.) But I'll write more about that later.
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