Thanks Donna. I saw you added a colored background to your blog and I went to the same site. Worked very smoothly and even I could do it. Hardly took any time. Very cool looking. Now I should be posting and adding photos rather than playing. L is at Encore and all others are upstairs very quiet. We went to Walmart this a.m. and they came home and did their chores and ran off to play new DS or read new book or use iTouch - as we hooked up Airport Wed. I love the quiet and how neat the house remains, but all these electronics isolate everyone.
MH
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Adoption Blog?
Is this an adoption blog? Well, yes, because I have 4 adopted kids. And no, because it's more about being a single, working parent raising 4 kids who happen to be adopted. I've noticed as the years go by, when I first adopted, my life was about adoption, but now that actively adopting is over and the kids are older, my life is about parenting. Parenting 4 pretty normal kids. Yeah, adoption related things are still there, but they're just a small part of life. On the whole, there are plenty of other hassles and sibling and teen drama to deal with.
So yeah, this an adoption blog and this is a single parent adoption blog and an older child adoption blog and a multiple child adoption blog. But it's pretty much about our normal, boring life. No heavy issues. No ongoing issues. Just basically that adoption is pretty normal and ordinary.
MH
So yeah, this an adoption blog and this is a single parent adoption blog and an older child adoption blog and a multiple child adoption blog. But it's pretty much about our normal, boring life. No heavy issues. No ongoing issues. Just basically that adoption is pretty normal and ordinary.
MH
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Little Red Hen
I haven't entered any profile or personal information for security reasons, but I will confess that my profile is a Little Red Hen. Yes, somehow I have fallen into the same category with many other parents. The Little Red Hen does all the work and no one else will help her, yet everyone else expects to benefit from her work. "Who will help me make the bread?" No one. "Who will help me eat the bread?" Everyone.
My kids are getting better are doing their chores and keeping the house neat, but they seem to have no concept of helping out or doing things that benefit the family rather than themselves. They naturally expect me to do everything and I usually enable them to be layabouts. I should expect more and demand more and not put up with their attitude. But parental love makes one want to do things for others and forgives lapses.
Often I have gritted my teeth and said, "It's a good thing I love these kids or I'd throw them out on the street." Even more often I find myself thinking, "I don't mind doing this because I want to do things for them." Yet, a lot of resentment builds up and is not good. I already have this fantasy that the week before Mother's Day, I'm going on strike. I'm not lifting a finger. I'm not doing a darn thing. They can fend for themselves and come to appreciate me.
My kids are getting better are doing their chores and keeping the house neat, but they seem to have no concept of helping out or doing things that benefit the family rather than themselves. They naturally expect me to do everything and I usually enable them to be layabouts. I should expect more and demand more and not put up with their attitude. But parental love makes one want to do things for others and forgives lapses.
Often I have gritted my teeth and said, "It's a good thing I love these kids or I'd throw them out on the street." Even more often I find myself thinking, "I don't mind doing this because I want to do things for them." Yet, a lot of resentment builds up and is not good. I already have this fantasy that the week before Mother's Day, I'm going on strike. I'm not lifting a finger. I'm not doing a darn thing. They can fend for themselves and come to appreciate me.
Fairy Tale Night
My organization put on a Fairy Tale event. All 4 kids dressed up. L as Little Red Riding Hood. She wore her great grandmother's apron. M as Peter Pan in a rented costume. E as Wendy in a borrowed costume that I had to take up 8" and S as Tinkerbell. And boy, was she channeling petulant fairy that night. The evening was a great success. It was very complicated, but ran smoothly, with 300+ people attending. A sketch artist did charactatures of many of the volunteers. M & S got one and they are really great souvenirs to have.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Snow Evening
No early out today, because Monday is already an early out. But they cancelled after school care and all evening activities. So it was great to stay home. S and I read lots of books. Haven't done that for months. I baked cookies and burned half of them, because I was reading with S. Helped E with homework. Spent at least 1/2 hr. on the phone with the most wonderful Verizon employee on the planet, who helped me and M get her cell phone straightened out. He changed everything and put some more money on her card to make up for problems and changed our calling plan. So will see how quickly she runs through the money.
And I got a nice workout shoveling snow. I am seriously working on diet/exercise.
Only S was distraught by the cancellations because she loves gymnastics and she felt life was so unfair. Still we had a lovely chat in the car about what she remembers from China - eating in a restaurant and sitting in a high chair. Yes, I think she was so impressed by that high chair, she was happy to be adopted. She talks about it all the time. Which only goes to show how limited her orphanage world was.
I am still trying to post photos from my last blog entry. This is quite a challenge. I am having trouble uploading them from home, emailing them to work. I finally copied photos to a disc, but I can't get my other computer to run the disc. Computer incompetent! Alas, that I was born in 1955!
MH
And I got a nice workout shoveling snow. I am seriously working on diet/exercise.
Only S was distraught by the cancellations because she loves gymnastics and she felt life was so unfair. Still we had a lovely chat in the car about what she remembers from China - eating in a restaurant and sitting in a high chair. Yes, I think she was so impressed by that high chair, she was happy to be adopted. She talks about it all the time. Which only goes to show how limited her orphanage world was.
I am still trying to post photos from my last blog entry. This is quite a challenge. I am having trouble uploading them from home, emailing them to work. I finally copied photos to a disc, but I can't get my other computer to run the disc. Computer incompetent! Alas, that I was born in 1955!
MH
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