My good friends were in town this week and I finally got to meet their soon-to-be adopted son. I am happy to say that he is being adopted out the foster care system Yay, one more child out!After playing at the park for awhile, we were heading to dinner. Never missing an opportunity, I said … Continue reading Parenting A Former Foster Child: Like Learning To Ride A Bike. You Fall A Lot, But Then You Learn How To Ride.
So, a couple of weeks ago, Brian told me that his old coworker/current neighbor was planning to drop off his daughter's old, adorably pink guitar for Lizzie. I thought that was cool, but, promptly forgot about it. Until Sunday. We had spent the weekend at Megacon, being as nerdy as possible. 🙂 Told you! 😉 Then we came back to the … Continue reading Who Knew Frogs Were So Musical?
Me and Kaleb. Kaleb and Me. We're like two peas in a dysfunctional, moody pod. For the most part, I realize that is actually totally normal. But, sometimes, it would be nice to get through a day without drama. It's not all cranky teenager drama, of course. Sometimes, it's moody mommy drama. And, I'm sure … Continue reading Teenagers And Moms And Their Drama
My birthday was last weekend and despite the fact that I was turning an icky age that I refuse to say out loud; it was still pretty nice. On Saturday night, I resisted the urge to wallow in my discontent over turning that icky age that I refuse to say out loud and went out with … Continue reading You Never Know Who’s Watching.
I said to Lizzie, "We could get your hair braided. Then we wouldn't have to re-do it every morning." And, then I referenced a little girl in her class so she'd know what I meant by braided. "No! I don't want my hair like hers." This didn't please me since I really love the idea of … Continue reading Braids, Hoodies, And Driving While Black – The Usual Stuff That All White Parents Deal With…