not quite ready yet

My sister-in-law Elisa was here last weekend for a visit. She and Sam had a discussion one morning about family relationships. Sam told her that he was my son and Joe's son. He informed her that he was Sadie's brother and she was his sister. I think they may have covered who my brothers are and that his grandma and papa are really my mom and dad.

She asked him if he knew what he was to her. He didn't.

"You are my nephew."

This was probably the first time he'd ever heard that word and responded, "Maybe someday."

More family pictures

I picked up the proofs from Julie today - I am SO happy with how the pictures turned out. Here are just a few of my favorites. (Well....few is probably not the right word!)

Love this one

And this one, too.
I can't wait to pick up the rest of the proofs tomorrow! Thank you, Julie.

Got toothpaste?

I was putting some laundry away in my bedroom when I realized things were a bit too quiet.

This is what I found.


I guess there are a lot of worse things she could do when left unattended for a few minutes.....

Shots of Sadie

This morning we had some family pictures taken. I took advantage of Sadie still being in her cute dress (thanks to Julie!) and took some pictures of my own in the backyard when we got home. Here are (more than) a few of my favorites.

Just a little obsessed with shoes

Sadie loves shoes. My shoes. Joe's shoes. Sam's shoes. Squeaky shoes.

I think I have found a new favorite. Fake crocs from Wally World for $6. They even have nice little bunnies on top.


She has tried to wear them in the tub. She is currently taking a nap with them on. And this morning while getting ready to go get our family pictures taken, she had a 30-minute (and that is not an exaggeration!) crying fit over the fact that I made her take them off and put on some nice, cute little brown sandals.

I know I am unreasonable, but the pink crocs weren't really the look I was going for. Someday she'll thank me.

(She should just be thankful she has pink shoes! I spent by childhood in boy-friendly colored shoes that either came from my older brother or had to be passed on to my younger brother. My mom once sent my dad shoe-shopping with me and I conned him into pink ones. Upon returning home she looked at my dad and said something along the lines of "Pink shoes? How is Carl going to wear pink shoes?)

The look, revisited

Sadie had a look she gave us often while in China and shortly after coming home to show her displeasure. You can see it here.

We haven't seen it for a while - she's moved on to high pitched screeches to let us know she is not happy- but look who tried to do it today.

Does this classify as business casual?

New potty procedure

A while ago I wrote about how Sadie is a bit of a "multi-tasker" while using the toilet. You can read it about it here if you care to refresh your memory.

I have managed to break her of most of those habits (or at least don't spend the entire potty session taking things out of her hands), but she still does like to stay busy while doing her business. I am usually smart enough to grab a small toy as we make our way to the bathroom, and if I have forgotten, usually the little toilet paper holder bar (the thing that goes through the tube) is entertainment enough.

However, last night I knew she needed to sit a while to get everything done that she needed to get done (if you get my drift) and none of my usual tricks were cutting it. I really wanted to make sure she was all done before I let her get off the toilet because the tub was the next stop. In desperation I grabbed a piece of bubble wrap and showed her how to pop the bubbles.

I think it's safe to say she is in love with bubble wrap. She sat there at least 15 minutes. I had to rip the bubble wrap from her hands (which caused much screaming) and hide it on top of the china cabinet so I could get her go take a bath.

Then this morning I asked her if she had to go to the bathroom. She said "yep" and trotted off down the hall. She got in the bathroom, looked around, and held up her hands as if to say "What's the deal?" She then trotted herself out of the bathroom, back down the hall, stood at the base of the china cabinet, pointed up and said, "MINE!"


I guess I need a better hiding spot.

Or a big box of bubble wrap.

When I grow up, I want to be a construction worker!

Sam informed me this morning(while we were still in pajamas) that when he gets big, he's going to drive a dump truck.

And then he so sweetly inquired, "And what machine do you want to drive Mommy?"

I told him I though the bulldozer looked fun, and then we spent the next few minutes assigning all kinds of people particular pieces of heavy machinery for their own driving pleasure.

But then I was informed "We can't wear our jammies. We have to put on 'struction worker clothes first."
So all of you out there better go shopping for some 'struction outfits.

Sassy sunglasses

Sadie has recently discovered the joy of sunglasses.
Doesn't everyone wear them while eating breakfast even though the curtains (behind them) are drawn!?

Sam's secret

The other day I looked down the hall to see my son taking off his pants and underwear, seemingly for no reason.

"Sam, why are you taking off your pants?"

With a very serious look on his face he said, "I can't tell you."

Then after about 2 seconds of silence I heard him whisper, "My underwear stinks."

As I said....

this was much easier to do with a sleeping baby than with these two. But not near as much fun, right?

Here they are waiting in the lobby.
We walked the hall as we waited down by the sherriff's office to go in and get served. Don't I look thrilled to be there?
More walking - the 17th floor was a bit more more entertaining than the hallway downstairs
Oh what fun to jump over the gaps!
Wow - we are really high up!
Jumping!
Ahhh.....lollipops...this is what we have been waiting for!

I never thought I'd wish for this

Last week I randomly happened upon a show on the travel channel about China. I rarely watch any TV geared for anyone over the age of 4, so I was in heaven for 20 or so minutes of adult TV. Sam eventually came over and asked what I was watching, so I pointed out to him that I had been in the exact place they were showing on the screen.

"It's a show about China. Mommy has been right there!"

Instead of being impressed with that fact, he asked, "Can we watch the show about Skokie?"

Unfortunately, I have yet to find a travel channel show about the particular suburb of Chicago Sam was born in, but I told him we'd do something even better than watch a show about Skokie - we could go there! I told him that Monday after Sadie's adoption court we could go visit Skokie and see the hospital where he was born. He was beside himself with excitement.

Monday morning I woke him up at 5:45 am to get ready to go, since we had to be downtown by 8. He usually sleeps in until 7:30 or 8, so he was in quite a bit of a daze. Seeing the look on his face, I thought he was going to cry at the prospect of having to wake up. He surprised me with our conversation:

Sam: Is it morning?
Me: Yes. We have to get up and get going.
Sam: Do we get to go to Skokie?
Me: Yes, after we go to Sadie's adoption.
Sam: (while clapping his hands) I'm so excited!

And then the words I never expected to hear come out of his 3-year-old mouth: "Will my mommy-tummy be there?"

With tears welling up in my eyes, I explained that she wouldn't be there. He moved on to getting dressed and thankfully didn't ask why I was crying.

Now, we have talked about the fact that he has a "tummy-mommy", but I didn't think much was sinking in about it. We never want him to remember a time where he did not know he was adopted or know that I did not physically give birth to him, so we started talking about adoption concepts before he could understand them.

Thanks to some pregnant friends we have talked about how babies grow in mommies' tummies, and lots of times the babies stay with their "tummy-mommy," but sometimes they can't. He knows his tummy-mommy picked us to be his mom and dad, and that we will be his mom and dad forever. He has pictures in his room of his court proceedings, and we've discussed how the lawyer helped us ask to get to be his mom and dad and how the judge said it was ok.

However, in getting to those concepts, he never seems too interested in what point I am trying to get across. He's pretty matter-of-fact about the whole thing, and usually moves on to a new topic without a second thought.

One time when discussing Sadie being in China, I was trying to get him to see that she had a tummy-mommy in China just like he had a tummy-mommy. I was going through a bunch of questions trying to get him to come to the conclusion on his own. When I got to asking where Sadie was before she was born, he looked me straight in the face with a big grin and told me "Panera."

So, while I know he knows about his tummy-mommy, I never imagined he gave it much serious thought. And I never connected that he would think she'd be there on our visit to Skokie.

I thought we were done with the topic until we were on the drive up to Skokie after court. We told him we would go eat lunch the same place we ate the day we took him home from the hospital, and he wanted to know if his tummy-mommy would bring lunch to us. And then when he and Joe went inside the hospital to look around (and couldn't go up to the 2nd floor since the hospital no longer has a labor and delivery floor) he asked Joe if his tummy-mommy was upstairs.

His questions weren't all that emotional (unlike his parents as we heard them!), but kind of more like just a logical connection he was making: I was in my tummy-mommy's tummy before I was born, I was born in Skokie, and therefore, my tummy-mommy must be in Skokie.

But for Joe and I, it was heart-breaking to see him make that connection. Not that we didn't know it would come, we just never expected it so soon. And while it is pretty matter-of-fact right now, we know there will come a day when it's not. I have researched and read about the the sense of loss for an adopted child, I just never expected it to be so hard to watch. I wish there was something I could say or do to make it go away, but there's not. It is a fact of his life.

When Sam's birthmother chose us to be his parents I was delighted that she did not want to exchange any identifying information - it just felt safer to me. I had read the research on openness in adoptions and knew that completely open adoptions are usually good for all involved, but was glad I didn't have to find out for myself.

However, we were able to be with his birthmother at the hospital. Being able to meet her gave us more than we expected. It was wonderful to see what she looked like, so that someday we can tell Sam what we remember about her. It was wonderful to be able to talk to her and tell her how grateful we were that she chose us to be her baby's parents. It was wonderful to know that she wanted us to be there as soon as he was born.

While the day Sam was born was one of the happiest of our lives, I also had this odd sense of guilt, like I was taking away someone's baby. Being able to talk to his birthmother made a huge difference for me. In one of our conversations with her she thanked us. She said "thank you" with a depth of emotion I have never heard before, nor will I ever be able to adequately explain. The sense of guilt lifted - in that moment I knew that this was the choice she felt she had to make and that she had chosen us for her son - our son.

And that brings me to the thing I thought I would never wish for - a more open adoption. If hearing her say "thank you" made such a difference for me, it makes me wonder what words Sam will wish he could hear from her.

I wish she was there in Skokie yesterday. I wish it was as easy as just going upstairs in the hospital to find her - like some kind of time warp where he could just crawl up into her bed and tell her about whatever he wanted (which would probably be how his dad and papa and grandma are way better at computer games than his mom - his current favorite discussion topic).

I wish she could see what a delightful little boy he has become. I wish she could know how much he is loved and how much he loves others. I wish she could hear him laugh.

But most of all, I wish he could ask her all the questions I know he will have that only she can answer.

Deja Vu

Yesterday we went downtown for our appearance in adoption court to readopt Sadie. This isn't required, as her adoption is considered final in China, but it enables her to get a birth certificate issued by the state of Illinois. It's much easier to get a copy should she ever need one in the future from Illinois than from China.

This is the same place we went for Sam's initial adoption hearing when he was only 5 days old. All I have to say about the experience yesterday that it was much less chaotic with a sleeping infant than with a 2- and 3-year-old (though this time the lollipops at the end were actually consumed). We took a small picture album with Sam's pictures in it, and he had a great time taking pictures with Sadie to match the ones in his book.


Sam in the waiting room....
...and Sadie. She was a little harder to capture sitting still.
Joe and Sam with the Cook County Court sign...

...and with Sadie.
The view out the 17th floor window with Sam....
...and with Sadie. It hasn't changed!
Sam getting served....
....and Sadie getting served. Sam was enthralled with this and loves to repeat "You are served!"
With our lawyer in 2006....
...and again in 2009.
Sam's judge....
...and Sadie's.
Sam really liked how all of the previous pictures were basically an exact match to his, but when he saw the judge this time said, "That isn't the right one!" Hopefully he didn't take it personally.

Mommy's Little Helper

I was in a bit of a time crunch this morning to get the 3 of us out the door to make it to church Moms' group on time. Sam slept late, so Sadie and I had eaten by the time he got up. I needed to shower, so I left him downstairs eating while I went up to the bathroom with instructions to come upstairs to watch TV as soon as he was done eating.

I showered and blew dry my hair and then realized Sam had never made it upstairs. I had discovered yesterday that he knows how to get to his favorite game website all by himself and was pretty sure he had stayed downstairs to play computer. Not really that big a deal, other than the fact that he knows the only time he is allowed to play computer is when Sadie is taking a nap. I briefly ran through my options on how to react to this - from mild correction to complete freak out. I headed downstairs, turned the corner ready to catch him red-handed, but he wasn't there!

Instead I heard a small voice from behind the kitchen counter: "Mom, I'm just cleaning up the kitchen. 'Cause you didn't have time."

And there he was, putting dishes away from the dishwasher. He had drug out the kitchen stool from the pantry, set it up next to the dishwasher, and was attempting to find where I put the spatulas. (I also discovered later than in addition to unloading a few dishes, he had placed his dirty breakfast dishes in the dishwasher. Looks like I forgot to teach him it is best to get all the clean dishes out before you start putting dirty ones in....)

Won't he make a good husband someday?

Go Cubs go!

Evidence that I no longer live in Iowa.......


.....living near Chicago has introduced a sports season that used to be ignored by the man of the house.