February 28, 2011
Every Good and Perfect Gift
So this is the easiest blog post ever: because Cheri said it best, I'll just send you over to her blog! :) Rogers Family - Party of Six.
February 27, 2011
February 24, 2011
Too Easy
I have been feeling a bit guilty this week because our experience with Isabella has been so easy. Crazy talk, right?
I mean, she did reject Jon for two whole days earlier this month That was tough.
She did have a couple of rough nights at that same time, nights where she would wake up clutching us and sobbing, requiring lots of calming. That was sad.
But that was just two days and two nights out of the past fifty-plus.
Otherwise, it has been the normal adjustment to having a new baby in the house. We never get enough sleep. Although Isabella technically sleeps through the night, the binkie must be popped back in about every hour. Sometimes she wakes up and pats us, whether to remind us that she loves us or just to make sure that we're still there, I'm not sure - it wakes me up every time either way, and every time it makes me happy when I look over at her and see that adoring "I-love-you-so-much-mommy" look.
I can tell you the one time in 2011 that I have driven down the road without having kids with me.
We are still playing Christmas music in the car because that seems to be Isabella's favorite, when she isn't sobbing to be let out of her car seat. I like Christmas music.
My body feels like it is permanently lop-sided from carrying her on my hip almost every waking moment. I have convinced myself that it counts as a workout.
When she is not attached to me, she must be right next to me. Isabella is sitting on the couch pressed up against me now. She keeps me warm.
This is one of the few times that I am able to type with both hands. If I am not holding her, naps last about 20 minutes.
Seriously though, if the hardest part of my day is rocking Isabella instead of doing housework, well... this whole baby thing is pretty darn easy.
We even managed to go outside and build a snowman today:
The evergreen branch was my sad attempt at artistic-ness. I try...
Unfortunately, I couldn't figure out a way to hold Isabella while rolling snow, so she had to sit for five minutes without my arm around her. She did not hold back in expressing her feelings about my failures:
Poor baby. Seven weeks ago she was lounging outside in 80-degree Ethiopian sunshine... today, this is her view:
I mean, she did reject Jon for two whole days earlier this month That was tough.
She did have a couple of rough nights at that same time, nights where she would wake up clutching us and sobbing, requiring lots of calming. That was sad.
But that was just two days and two nights out of the past fifty-plus.
Otherwise, it has been the normal adjustment to having a new baby in the house. We never get enough sleep. Although Isabella technically sleeps through the night, the binkie must be popped back in about every hour. Sometimes she wakes up and pats us, whether to remind us that she loves us or just to make sure that we're still there, I'm not sure - it wakes me up every time either way, and every time it makes me happy when I look over at her and see that adoring "I-love-you-so-much-mommy" look.
I can tell you the one time in 2011 that I have driven down the road without having kids with me.
We are still playing Christmas music in the car because that seems to be Isabella's favorite, when she isn't sobbing to be let out of her car seat. I like Christmas music.
My body feels like it is permanently lop-sided from carrying her on my hip almost every waking moment. I have convinced myself that it counts as a workout.
When she is not attached to me, she must be right next to me. Isabella is sitting on the couch pressed up against me now. She keeps me warm.
This is one of the few times that I am able to type with both hands. If I am not holding her, naps last about 20 minutes.
Seriously though, if the hardest part of my day is rocking Isabella instead of doing housework, well... this whole baby thing is pretty darn easy.
We even managed to go outside and build a snowman today:
The evergreen branch was my sad attempt at artistic-ness. I try...
Unfortunately, I couldn't figure out a way to hold Isabella while rolling snow, so she had to sit for five minutes without my arm around her. She did not hold back in expressing her feelings about my failures:
Poor baby. Seven weeks ago she was lounging outside in 80-degree Ethiopian sunshine... today, this is her view:
February 10, 2011
Did You Ever Have One Of Those Weeks?
From a 24-hour stomach bug and fever to the death of our oh-so-wonderful Breadman Ultimate to finding out that my persistantly bad eye pain is a treatable symptom of an untreatable condition that could end badly at any time, it's been one of those weeks. So... if my house is a bit (okay, a lot!) messier than usual, my thank you and birthday cards exceptionally late, and my appearance frighteningly rumpled and askew, please understand: it HAS been one of THOSE weeks. Our kids are still thriving, resilient children that they are. Our animals are still alive, and incapable of reporting us to the local humane society. We are still laughing, in my case through the eye-medicine-induced-fake-tears, but laughing just the same!
I will spare you, my dear reader, photos of all of the above. I wish the ophthamologist had done the same for me: the image of my eye did nothing to enlighten me and everything to remind me why I do not eat jello.
Instead, here are some old and new photos of Isabella, the princess that is the real subject of this blog. She captured our hearts before we saw the first photo, we were convinced that she was The Cutest Baby In The World, Ever as soon as we laid eyes on her, and we have loved her unconditionally every since. She is a bundle of joy that escaped from the angels, wrapped up in some serious cuteness!
At one month old, when she was first admitted to the orphanage:
At seven weeks old, in her Referral Photographs (the first photographs that we saw):
At seven months old, after being in our arms five weeks:
I will spare you, my dear reader, photos of all of the above. I wish the ophthamologist had done the same for me: the image of my eye did nothing to enlighten me and everything to remind me why I do not eat jello.
Instead, here are some old and new photos of Isabella, the princess that is the real subject of this blog. She captured our hearts before we saw the first photo, we were convinced that she was The Cutest Baby In The World, Ever as soon as we laid eyes on her, and we have loved her unconditionally every since. She is a bundle of joy that escaped from the angels, wrapped up in some serious cuteness!
At one month old, when she was first admitted to the orphanage:
At seven weeks old, in her Referral Photographs (the first photographs that we saw):
At seven months old, after being in our arms five weeks:
How CUTE is that dress!?
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