That's what we sang in the school yard along with kissing tag. That's some really scary schooling in romance. So what happens when it happens out of sequence? For me there was love and then marriage but no baby in that union, the baby came years later. There are all kinds of … [Read more...]
Mum Mum
When we were in Russia I was delighted and surprised that Roman started looking at me and saying mama. It can take a very long time for newly adopted children to associate their new person with word Mama (or Dad) especially when it's international and the child is just acquiring language. … [Read more...]
Ouch- That hurts more then the needle
Right after I first posted an entry on my vaccination experience with Roman one of my closest friends posted on her Facebook page a link to a study which claims that there is 2-5 times more disease and disorders reported from vaccinated children then unvaccinated one's. Read the article … [Read more...]
From Baby Bird Blog to Baby Boy Reality
When I began my adoption adventure to Russia I started my blog "Searching for my Bird in the Nest". I wrote it to share my journey to mamahood through international adoption. My parents have always called my sister and and I their birdies so I have kept the family tradition with the … [Read more...]
Terrorizing Tsar and Runaway Terrier
Today was not so picture perfect.The lack of an afternoon nap has the ability to turn my sweet prince into a terrorizing Tsar. He was nutty with sleep deprivation and demonstrated this by alternating hysterical laughter and high pitched screaming with finger sucking and flopping dramatically … [Read more...]
What Does it Take to Adopt a Baby in this Province?
Patience. Patience. More Patience. Some dollars to throw at the problem. Oh yeah, and patience. Our journey to adopt began before we even had the Gaffer. One very short-sighted and pessimistic gynecologist told me I would never, under any circumstances conceive, and if I did manage to do so, … [Read more...]
42nd Street
In 2 hours and 15 minutes I will be 42 years old. 42!!!! I took 40 in stride. I even kind of embraced it. I got a make over, ran a marathon and had a few aha moments that reminded me of when I used to be fun. I rode that 40 high of "now I'm 40, I can do anything" for about 18 months. … [Read more...]