Coming up for air

My presence in the blogosphere has been lacking.... I am working up the nerve to tell the story of the last few months.

Jonas is thriving, a dream come true, the love of my life.

More to come. Thanks for your patience.

New pics and a video

Jonasisms

Sorry I've been slacking. Totally overwhelmed with my life right now. 9 weeks left of grad school, and this domestic adoption that has been far more difficult than Jonas's adoption ever was. But here are a few gems my little prince has shared in the past few weeks.

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The scene: On the way out of the door to the park.

"Mommy!"

"Yes son"

"I'm gonna take my butt."

"What?"

"I'm gonna take my butt to the park."

"Oh, ok."

"Mommy!"

"Yes son"

"I'm gonna bring my penis too!"

"Good idea son."

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The scene: Lying in bed saying our bedtime prayers

"Dear God" he repeats "Dear God"

"Thank you for my life" he repeats "Thank you for my life"

"Thank you for Daddy....Mommy...friends etc."

"I love you God, amen" he repeats " I love you God, amen"

(a few beats of silence) then he says...

"Dear God, you are very helpful."

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When I realized I was a grown-up

I realized I was a grown up when my husband and I bought our first home. I remember one evening brining groceries in and I stopped him on the front steps and said, "Isn't it weird that we get to live here by ourselves?"

Update on the whole penis thing

Today in the car coming home from daycare:


"Mommy!"

"yes, son"

"Miss Elisha has a ba-giant, not a penis"

"A ba-giant?"

"Yes Mommy, a ba-giant"

"Do you have a ba-giant mommy?"

So, here's where its funny to be me. Do I say, well yes honey, I have a ba-giant. Or do I sound out VA-GI-NA. Honey, mommy has a VA-GI-NA. Here I am cruising down the road, yelling and sounding out VAGINA, VAGINA, not BA-GIANT Honey. Can you say that? VA GI NA... I don't know if I can do it.

"Yes, sweetie. Mommy has a ba-giant"
(As does Miss Elisha by the way).

Do I have a penis?

This morning:

Me..walking past Jonas's room to get his clothes together for the day.

"Mommy!"
"Yes dear..good morning"
"Good Morning Mommy!"
"Come lay down with me Mommy!"
"Ok"

So I go in and snuggle up with him. Ok, first I asked him if he was wet and passed my hand over the sheet...then I got in bed.
We lay there quietly, enjoying the snuggly quiet of the morning. After a few moments...

"Mommy?"
"Yes, son"
"Do I have a penis?"
"Yes, you do have a penis"
"Does daddy have a penis"
"Yes, daddy has a penis"

a pause

"Does Miss Elisha have a penis?"

Ok. here's where it gets funny to be me. Cause I am all... Miss Elisha PROBABLY doesn't have a penis. But if she did that would be ok. (Miss Elisha is his daycare teacher and a hot little blonde number). Now really if she has a penis that would be her private business, so should we really be discussing this anyway? So I ponder if I should say, boys have penises and girls have vagina's? Well, what about those people who have the wrong parts...you know, transgendered folks. Its hard work being me and being so open an accepting. I don't want to give him the impression that it would be wrong for Miss Elisha to have a penis... or to automatically ASSUME she has a vagina.

"I don't think Miss Elisha has a penis honey, maybe you should ask her today at school".

Random Rantings

Christmas morning...

I enter the hallway in front of Jonas's (jonases..jonas'???) room.
I turn to look in the door and I see :

1. diaper on the floor
2. pj pants
3. pj top
4. empty toddler bed
5. one nekked guatemalan boy with a train hat on , lying on the floor wrapped up in a blanket.

Uh...ok.

Someone call for a nekked boy burrito? He was just lying there, sucking his thumb. "good morning mommy". Like... hey, this is our new christmas tradition... naked on the floor sleeping...didn't you get the memo?

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It occurred to me today that I will have a 13 year old and a 16 year old at the same time. Can I please time travel to the future to remind myself to take my anti-depressants?

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I bought my husband a dutch oven for christmas. I think that officially makes me the lamest wife in the universe. (does it make up for it that I bought him some AXE body spray? ) (no?...makes it worse?) Oh well.

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Technically, I am five months pregnant (on paper)...so technically, I can totally have as much ice cream as I want. What? .. It doesn't count? But what if ... oh forget it.

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Would it be wrong for me to.... oh nevermind. If I start the sentance with, "would it be wrong" it probably is.