Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Internet Mission: Cake

Okay Internet, here's the deal. You all know I am a planner. I love to plan. I love lists. I love checking things off my to-do list. So rather than a wedding planning book, I have decided to use the fantastic lists and wedding planning tools at theknot.com.

John, well, he is not so much a planner. In fact, he is definitely more of a "fly by the seat of your pants" type person. So I think he is getting a little overwhelmed with the whole idea of planning a wedding, especially planning the kind of wedding we want in only 9 months! (We are thinking Sept. 18, BTW, pending venue availability:)

So what did I decide? I decided we need to eat cake! Last night we requested consultations with 2 local cake decorators. Mmm! We were amazed at the variety of cake flavors and fillings. Can't wait to taste them all. Of course, it then becomes a process of narrowing things down to something that will, hopefully, be as appealing to our guests as it is to us.

Dear Internet, what is the best kind of cake to have? What kind of cake did you have at your wedding?

Monday, December 22, 2008

Mission: Wedding Planner/Organizer

Okay, Internet, I was not joking. I do need you to help me plan my wedding. And here is your first mission: find me a good wedding planner/organizer.

We are doing this ourselves, and we are on a budget. I need something that help me decide what needs to happen when, set a budget, and keep track of everything.

So, what books did you use or find helpful when you were planning a wedding?

(I am hoping to buy a book in the next week or so.)

Sunday, December 21, 2008

He asked...

... and I said yes.

John and I met just over 2 years ago.

I was working a night shift and having a terrible time with "Mr. H", a large, intimidating, angry man who had some cardiac issues. After getting wound up by the run-around from various docs, I finally plopped down at the nurses desk to do some charting. To my left, someone approached. Frustrated, I turned to them and asked "what the hell is wrong with doctors?"

John stood there in blue scrubs and a white lab coat, the quintessential uniform of first year medical residents. He was the doctor I needed, not just to fix my situation that night, but to become my best friend, my confidant, my encourager, my motivator, my love. He's always said that I literally "had him at hello," or at least at "what the hell is wrong with doctors?"

Last night, surrounded by his family, my daughters, and my parents, John pulled of a great surprise. When the kids were ushered into another room to build gingerbread houses, John took the girls so that I could visit. Unbeknownst to me, John was not only helping Abigail and Anna make a house, he was constructing one of his own.

When John came walking in, carrying a gingerbread house and plastered with a permagrin, I should have known something was up. But I was a bit distracted by Abigail bouncing "look at this, Momma, look at this!" So I looked. And saw two little people standing in front of the house.

What I missed were the words "Will you" and "Marry Me" on the sides of the roof. Oops.

When I caught up, John was on one knee with a ring in hand, and cameras of all kinds were pointing at us to catch my response. "Finally!" I sighed!

So here we are, almost exactly 25 months after we first met. Engaged. And planning a wedding. And that, dear Internet, is where you come in...

Will you help me plan my wedding?

But first, will you tell me how you and your beloved met?

Thursday, December 11, 2008

3 hours

... is not enough sleep. Especially when you are sick (not just with a gut thing, but now also a cold that is trying to turn into a sinus thing.) And definitely not two nights in a row.

But Anna has gone on crying strikes the past 2 nights, and even though there is nothing that I can really do about it (she just wants to cry), I can't sleep through it. She is loud. Tonight we try ear plugs.

In the mean time, 12 hours at work is going to feel like a lot more than 12 hours. And if I don't get some serious rest tonight, 12 hours tomorrow is going to feel even worse.

As much as I love my kids, they have an amazing ability to become my Not Favorite Person very easily. Especially between the hours of 10pm and 5am.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Who is... (no really, take a guess...)

Who is 6 years old, 48" tall (95%), and 63 lbs (97%)? And, I think, getting ready for another growth spurt? And told frequently from anyone who knows her mother that she is the spitting image of her mother?

Who is 2o months old and 20.75 lbs (and finally, officially, on the growth chart at the 3rd percentile in weight?) (But still required to be rear-facing in our car seat until she is 22 lbs.?) And is told by everyone who meets her that she obviously loves and is bonded to her Momma?

Who is still 20 lbs. overweight? And now on medication for possible giardia or c. diff? (I mean, really, don't you think the first problem would be corrected by the second problem? Alas, not yet. Maybe I got treated too early? I really should have taken the opportunity to catch a tapeworm in Ethiopia.)

If you guessed Abigail, Anna, Grace- in that order- then you are correct!

All three of us were at the doctor yesterday- me for a "sick" visit, Anna for a weight check, and Abigail for her annual well-child visit. Next up? The dentist in January (still trying to find a good pediatric dentist for Anna- our dentist won't see kids under the age of 3, but I want to get her teeth checked out.)

So much to update- but still have stuff for classes!


Okay. I got your feedback and I made some changes. I added a new column on the Wait List page and some info in the FYI section.

Let me know what you think... and check my work!

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

You know what I love?

I love my blog.
And I love moderating comments.
And I love rejecting anonymous comments that are left on purpose to stir up a bunch of crap.
I especially love rejecting anonymous comments that are left on purpose to stir up a bunch of crap when they also contain poor spelling and grammar as well as obvious faults in logic- or lack any semblance of logic whatsoever.

I am not opposed to debating and hearing multiple sides of a story- I am all about knowing the truth. What I am opposed to is mudslinging, story-telling passed off as fact, and downright lying.

And by the way, when I posted the article about the pirates, I did not judge the pirates themselves. I said that their actions were scary... terroristic, in fact.

I would also like to point out that the pirates were attacking a cruise ship (not a supply boat) off the coast of Oman. And Oman is located between the UAE and Yemen, on the Indian Ocean.

So... the anonymous commenter who stated that the pirates were acting in such as manner as to regain their natural resources that were being drained from the Ivory Coast... well, to you I say this:

1. Learn your geography. Oman is not on the Ivory Coast.
2. Learn your ocean vessels. A cruise ship is not transporting stolen goods from the Ivory Coast and "stealing food from the mouth of babies" in the Ivory Coast.
3. Terrorism is terrorism- actions that are taken specifically to create fear and not to fix problems. When I state that the pirates were terrorists, that is what I meant. I was not naive, I was truthful.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008


I am kind of freaked out by the pirates.

I mean, this is the 21st century! It's hard to believe that we still have pirates terrorizing international waters.

But then, it's hard to believe a lot of the horrible things that happen in this world in general.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Court *Edited*

On Monday, I will be in court with Abigail's dad. Long-time readers know that I have been at odds with her dad since moving to Pennsylvania because he withdrew his support of Abigail (emotionally as well as financially) at that point. This has been a long and very expensive process, and I officially ran out of money to fight him over all this the second that I started the adoption process. Now I am running out of patience and motivation, too.

I really need this court date to be favorable and to give some finality to this situation. Please pray for that, as well as for safe travels as the girls and I go to Chicago, and for a good visit with my family, many of whom will be meeting Anna for the first time.

** Also, feel free to pray that the nausea I get every time I think about seeing and being in the same room with my ex-husband will subside. Because otherwise I might have to take Phenergan, which, while awesome at relieving nausea, does make me very sleepy. And I really don't want to fall asleep in the court room or while riding the El on the way home.

A Sensitive Topic

The heartbreaking news that Ethiopia will be limiting single-mom adoptions left me speechless. It was not a surprise that a change was made in policy, but this particular change was not what I was expecting. Single parent adoption is, obviously, something I "believe in." The same way that I "believe in" transracial and transcultural adoption. The same way that I "believe in" not limiting adoption based on gender, religion, race, nationality, ethnicity, sexual orientation, physical disability, economic status or any other of those "non-discrimination" circumstances that we are legally and morally bound by in the US.

(And yes, I did list sexual orientation there- I didn't miss Becca's post- or the controversy surrounding it. I have lots of thoughts about this that I intend to share once my courses are over for the semester!)

Of course, I respect that the culture of Ethiopia- and their standards and expectations for their children- are different than the US. What option do we have but to accept that they believe single moms to be a "last resort" for their children? It is the way their culture is. They aren't American and they do not hold to the same values and morals (for instance, they also prohibit adoptions by homosexuals and single men based on their cultural norms/values.) It's heartbreaking for the women who are in the process and faced with these delays, but I also feel like there is not much else that can be said or done. It is what it is. I am so sorry for the women who are left waiting, but I am also so happy that the option of single mom adoption from Ethiopia still remains viable.

This is where I am about to (maybe, but I hope not) step on some toes. Most of my readers know that I keep up this little list. Since the list was designed to give Gladney families a picture of what the process/timeline is like for other Gladney-ites, I feel like I should somehow separate out or mark single moms on the list, since their timeline will, obviously, now be different than married couples. Should I make a "Couples Waiting" and "Singles Waiting" page? It is my understanding that once a referral is given, the process is still the same, so from referral on (and even in the paperchase stage) there is really no reason to separate out the singles and couples. At the same time, I don't want to be offensive or "discriminatory" towards singles. I just want to provide accurate, insightful information that is easy to find and access.

I'd really like some feedback on this! Thanks in advance!


I am the only one who keeps calling the peeps in my county about how to do this re-adoption thing and keeps getting the run-around?

Seriously, you would think they have never heard of an IR-4 visa. Ugh. I can't deal with this until after finals.

(This makes me feel like both a bad mom and a lazy mom. But finals are next week. So really, what's another week and half of delays? If I get it done within the first 3 months home, I should be good, right?)


Anna is officially a full-fledged member of toddlerhood.

She can now say "no." She accompanies it with a finger-wag.

Wonder where she learned that.
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