Friday, November 28, 2008

5th Sentence of page 56

So I was tagged a long time ago by the lovely lady who wears a Tiara.

In this running game, you pick up the book nearest to you and turn to page 56. Read down to the 5th sentence and copy it on your blog.

The nearest book to me is a book called Anxious for Nothing by John MacArthur.

My sister gave me this book ages ago.

Page 56, 5th sentence reads:

I mourn to see people stumbling around trying to fix their lives, to find some kind of solution, some kind of book or therapy that will solve their problems, but who find no deliverance.

Sentences 6-7:

Instead of experiencing the grace of God, they experience the correcting hand of God because they are proud. Peter's advice is, "Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you at the proper time" (1 Peter 5:6).

I actually really like this excerpt because it's advice about finding help points straight to The Word.

Anyway, I wonder what other excerpts I'd get on page 56, 5th sentence from some of my other books?

I'm tagging 4 other ladies. (I've never done this before!)

Kismet at Kismet

Courtney at Storing up Treasures in Heaven

Amanda at A Thousand Words

Natalie at I AM (not)

Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Yay 4 & Poo 100

We had our 4 month post-adoption placement interview tonight.

We passed the test.
Okay, it wasn't really a test. But it sorta felt like it.
Are we rreeeeeaaaalllly good enough parents to adopt?

It wasn't as stressful as the PRE-adoption home-study. Man oh man I had sweaty palms and a knot in my stomach for weeks leading up to that one (you first time adopters getting ready to have the homestudy: relax. It's not that bad.)

The interviewer tonight was a real sweet lady in her 50's who has adopted 8 kids. Did you hear me? EIGHT.
5 from Kazakhstan and 3 from Guatemala.

I was a little nervous, but I knew it would be a piece of cake (mm cake sounds good).
Small world, she goes to the same church my husband and I used to attend before we had Amy and we know some of the same people!

Here are some of the questions she asked:
  • How are the girls adjusting?
  • How is Amy handling things?
  • How's the bonding?
  • Any behavioural issues?
  • How's schooling?
  • How's their health?
  • How do you pronounce Quetelene?

We had answers to all these questions, of course, and I actually think we over-talked. Words just kept coming and she was trying to move on to the next question.

But wait! I want to tell you all my emotions and feelings that go along with all of these answers!

So, it was a breeze and "they" just wanted to confirm that we haven't sold the children by now, or turned them into zombies or having thoughts of sending them back.

We're all good, so they're all good. Phew!

In other blog news, this is my 100th post of all time.

Transforme recently had her 100th post and did a fabulous contest give-away. Except that I didn't win.

House of Homer realized that she recently had her 100th post but didn't notice till it was a couple posts too late.

And Kismet just blogged about how she's been blogging for 5 years.
She asks her readers the question: What got you started in blogging?

It's a great question and I encourage you to jet over there and give her an answer. I actually haven't left a comment yet because it almost seems like too in-depth of a question to just give a simple commenty response. So here I am telling you that I can't do it, but that you should.

She's doing the post-every-day-for-the-month-of-November crazy thing so you may have to scroll down if you don't go check her out right now.

Anyway, I have been thinking for quite a while of what to do for my 100th post.

But I couldn't come up with an.y.thing.

So, this is it.
Yay, me.
100 posts.
But this is a crummy way to post about it. You know...two thoughts in one. No give-away. No contest. No cool picture.

Oh well. I'll live. Maybe #200 will Absolutely Fabulous!

Monday, November 17, 2008

I am so attractive!

Despite my elvish/dumbo-ish ears, I must be totally gorgeous.
Whenever I go to the grocery store or to a restaurant or for a walk, everyone stares at me!

They look my way and do a double take! Yeah, I'm that hot. Men, Women, Children, Young, doesn't matter, everyone looks my way.

Though, I don't get a lot of stares when my Haitian children are not with me and I wonder if that has anything to do with it. I'm beginning to think that it might have EVERYTHING to do with it.

Fine, I admit it. It's not me and my gorgeousness; it's my kids. Well, actually, I guess it's the combo of me and my white-ness and my girls and their brown-ness.

Interracial adoption is happening more and more these days and I think it's beautiful! But since it is still rare, people are still trying to get used to the idea of seeing it with their very own eyes.

While grocery shopping with Katie the other day, I had more people talk to me about random things than I have every had at any other time while at the store. And not even just about my daughter, but about the beef selection and the long lines and the sale on tortilla chips, and Mother's cookies going out of business, and on and on. Yeah, all in one trip.

Mostly people stop me to address the girls' hair. But they'll stop me to address random things. Maybe they think that since I've adopted, I must be a person of interest and willing to chat for a bit. I dunno. But I like it! I love having this new label that people have put on me that must read something like this: "I'm an adoptive mother. I want to talk to you!"
I never had this stranger-approachability when I had just my Amy girl. It doesn't bother me at all. I like people. I like talking.

I am so extremely thankful that I have not had any rude comments or ugly slurs thrown my way. Or at least I haven't heard them! Thank you, God, for your protection.

My biggest worry early on was that we would not be accepted in the eyes of the sr. citizens. They are a generation of intolerance and may still hold some of those beliefs even today.

But being at Black Bear Diner after church, the place was packed with Grandma's and Grandpa's and I only got smiles and winks and conversations about how cute the girls are. Shame on me for worrying!

There are a few people I know who have an interracial family who have had distasteful comments or racist remarks shot at them. I'm sorry for those families but more sorry for those who can not see the beauty in all people no matter the color of skin. They are the ones who will be suffering the most.

Some people might still see the beauty of a person no matter what color skin they have but still hold the opinion that an interracial adoption is not wise. I have read tons o'material on the challenges parents will have to work through raising kids of a different race. And the challenges the children will be up against are, according to the sources I've read, even harder.
Adoption is hard.
Culture differences add to the difficulty.
Race throws an extra degree of hardness.

We're prepared to guard ourselves with Truth that God has a plan for our family that is good and prosperous and He will never leave us. What more could I ask for during a time where I'm doing something so demanding as raising adopted children from a different race!? Whew!

So yes, I am attractive. I attract a lot of attention because of my beautiful family.
Gawk away!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Trials over Tresses

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Doing the girls' hair is challenging for me.

My biological daughter has very fine, slippery hair. Though she has a lot of it, it's slippery and fine. I know, I just said the same thing twice.

French braiding has never been something I could do. I've been shown how to do it a thousand times. People have air-braided an invisible child in front of me verbally explaining how to grab a little extra hair each time.

I still can't do it.
My mother can't do it so my sisters and I only had our hair in french braids if some floating female happen to pass by our heads.

And it doesn't stop at french braiding. I'm fairly unskilled when it comes to up-do's in general unless you count those farm animal ones (you know, pony tail and pig tails).

When my Haitian daughters came home from the orphanage 4 months ago (oh my word. Has it really been 4 months?) they had severe cradle cap, itchy scalps, open sores, a fungus, and just a general unhealthiness on the head. Poor babies. I put them on antibiotics to help rid them of any live bacteria and started applying oils and moisturizers galore.

Their scalps are healing beautifully and their hair is starting to shine and become more life-like. However, no matter how much grease I put on my hands, it does not magically turn me into a skilled hair dresser.

Cherie, Angela and Tiffany, thank you for your golden touch.

I found this great Christian gal on Craig's List who was willing to have me over to her house and braid the girls' hair. Hair is such an important part of the black culture. African-American and Haitian-American women take pride in their hair and I don't want my children suffering from ugly hair because I don't know how to do it.

My white daughter's hair is easier to get by with because a wash-and-go looks cute on her. But my black daughters do not have wash-and-go hair.

They have wash and spend-the-next-4-hours-sitting-in-one-spot! hair.

I can do a few quick and simple hair do's.
My friends can help me.
The girls and I can learn through websites and books (I have both!)

And every now and then we can splurge on a professional to give them something that makes them look deliciously beautiful and proud to have such ethnically wonderful hair!

Here is Mrs. Craig's List blow-drying Katie's hair after a wash and organic relaxer put in.

Tree Braiding Yolanta's hair.

Yolanta looking older and stunning.

Katie looking cuter than cute that brings a tear to my eye.

Not to be forgotten is dear little Amy.
Looks the same in this picture, right? Just you wait!

Ta-da! My cute little non-island born but now island looking daughter.


Friday, November 7, 2008

Better to hear you with, m'dear!

Something about this picture makes me feel like I'm a pixie. Or an elf. Or something.
What are those mystical creatures that have pointy ears? That's what I see myself as in this photo.

Looking again, I guess I don't really have pointy ears. Maybe this is who I'm thinking of:

Well, if anyone needs to talk, I'm all ears.

Monday, November 3, 2008


Thank you all for the warm condolences regarding my Grandfather's passing.
He really was a dear Grandpa and I will miss him sorely.
Grandma is doing well, considering.
Dad is doing well, considering.
Here is a picture of my wonderful dad and my precious grandma at the memorial service last Friday.

These times are hard. But through love and support and the peace of God, we can get through them.

Moving forward in bloggy world---

I read someplace a couple weeks ago (or was it a couple months ago?) where the blogger answered this question: What is it about a blog that keeps you going back for more?

For the life of me I can't remember who's post it was and since I can't even remember exactly when I read it, I am not going to go surfing through my blog list archives unless I plan on being on the Internet

So if it was you, and if you read my blog, consider yourself acknowledged.
Since it has been 7 days since I last posted, I don't want THIS post to be the sort of blog that if I were to read on your blog, would make me not want to come back for more. You know...boring.

In my attempt not to bore you, I was reminded of that question and asked it to myself.
What type of blogs do I visit regulary and why? What keeps me going back?
Well...since you asked...I go back to your blog if:

You make me laugh. It's amazing how someone I don't even know, who doesn't even know I'm reading her blog, can get me chuckling in only a few paragraphs in. I love laughing and I know it's going to be good when I've got a smile on my face just reading the title of the blog!

You are my 'real life' friend. It's enjoyable to see how my friends portray their home, their family, their faith, and discover a new side of them that shines through the written word.

You offer devotional encouragement. I don't consider my online time my devoted God time, but I savor the daily scripture sent to my email. I also value the insight that other Christian women offer through their own personal study and share online. Good meditation fodder.
You have adopted a child. I have several adoption blogs that I read to stay connected to the adoption community and rely on for resources, suggestions and a look into lives that, through children, have connected us in a way that only adoption can do.
You are related to me. Husband is a blogger, Dad is a blogger, Mom is a blogger, Twin sister is a blogger, Cousin is a blogger. Reading blogs written by family is entertaining. Except that you can't write anything you want to keep secret from family!
Wait...did I just say that?

You are a Homeschooler. I love getting ideas, gaining encouragement, and staying connected to other like-minded homeschool moms. I'm not the only wierdo, apparently. Phew.

You have a wonderful writing style and a beautiful way with words. I'm a sucker for good writing. Plain and simple.

Yes, this is an actual picture of my personal library.*

You leave me a comment. Like all bloggers, I love comments. If you leave me a comment, I promise to go read your blog. I won't necessarily keep you on my list of blogs to read all the time, because, well, let's face it: If we all did that, no one would do anything but read blogs all day every day. Which is dangerously close for some people as it is, so lets not add to the pot.

On the flip side, I don't tend to stick around if the blogger:

openly denies Christ or the posts are littered with curse words.

I don't go back to blogs that display long blocks of text with no separation during thought changes or offer zero pictures to rest my eyes.

I also tend to avoid blogs where the sole subject is how cute the kids are. I'm sure they are. My kids are the cutest kids in the world but I refrain from talking about ONLY THEM

See, 2 of these kids are MY kids, and 2 of them are my nieces and one of them is my nephew. The cutest kids ever. I know. And trust me, it's hard not to post about them on an hourly basis!

Those kid blogs, however, are great for immediate families. Especially if Grandma lives beyond convenient traveling. The beauty of the Internet...staying connected.

There I go again, talking about staying connected. That reminds me...I need to update my Facebook status. Staying connected. I need my 9th grade biology partner whom I haven't spoken to since the 9th grade to know what I am doing RIGHT NOW.

The wonderful ways of the WWW.

Now, I suppose a truly great blogger would have linked all the above blogs that I read. But I'm not convinced that I'm supposed to do that without first getting permission. Do you, fellow bloggers, feel it's appropriate to link other bloggers unbeknownst to them? Secondly, I'm kind of lazy right now. Thirdly, I wouldn't know exactly which blog to link since there may be more than one that fall into certain categories. Except the family one. You know who you are.

So there.

What kind of blogs do YOU read on a regular basis, and why?
What do you offer to your readers hoping that they'll check your site every morning?
And, what does my blog offer you that keeps you coming back to Absolutely Fabulous?

*Not Actual Picture