Showing posts from August, 2013

A little Adoption Rant

Adoption Peeve Rant: 

My peeve is this, when someone, even 50 years later, still regularly introduces their son or daughter, as "This is my adopted son......" or "This is my adopted daughter......". 

Especially someone in a high profile position, who makes that distinction regularly....and the introduction usually includes race, and place of origin as well.  

 It makes me all like "GAAAH!".   

Adoption is a PAST TENSE VERB, not an adjective!!  

Their culture of origin should be respected (and even embraced), they should know about their adoption, and their race is a part of who they are.  Those things need to be acknowledged and celebrated  throughout their life.....but our children are not the sum total of those factors.  Do they constantly need us reminding them, in front of others, that they are different?  A different sort of son or daughter?

The word "adoption" describes how that child came into your family it does NOT forever become their title.…

Hobo Town and Harvest Time

Every once in a while, all of my kids enter into their own little imaginary world ...together.  Although their imaginary worlds tend to create all kinds of creative mess,  it really is bliss (for me).

The Kidlets spent three whole days in the world they created.  I actually have no idea what it was they were playing....but it looked like a hobo town to me. 

A very well armed hobo town. 

One you wouldn't want to just sneak up on,  hoping for a cup of coffee from their fancy, broken, garage sale coffee maker they had drug out of the garbage bin.

It looks like they also might be signalling for more small hobos to join their ranks. 

I'm not sticking around long enough to find out.  They scare me. 

One year ago today, after several months of working, wondering, waiting, glitches, and set backs, this little face popped up in my email inbox.   Our official "Child proposal".  Our match. Without a doubt in our minds we replied  "YES!" "We will pursue this child,…

Just Cece

My beautiful Miss Cece, growing up too fast. Seriously, she was the baby...and now she's a full fledged little girl. 
This little one has kind of gotten lost in the mix lately. She's still the youngest but was bumped from the "newest"... and in many ways even "youngest" position.   That might be easier to handle if you lose your "baby of the family" position to an actual baby.   When you're bumped by a brother who is bigger than you, who plays with your toys, takes a lot of mom's time, and doesn't always fight fair... it can be a lot for a little girl to handle.  Not that she and Elijah don't make great play mates most of the time, and I know she adores him....but my princess has had to re orient herself a bit, and get accustomed to having some competition. 

This year my super compliant, easy toddler has morphed into a naughty mischievous, high maintenance three year old.   I don't know if was the change in dynamics or just a …

It's that time of year again

The combines are all ready to go.  The fields are ripening more each day. I'm trying to psych myself up for busy season, which isn't working so well since it kind of feels like all of life is busy season.  It's all perspective though, in a couple weeks I'll think this was pretty slack.
I'm not sure how many hours, if any, I'll log into farm operations this year.   I wouldn't mind trading a day with the howler monkeys for a day sitting in the utter quiet, boring ,solitude of a combine cab.  
Either way... single parenting season is upon us.  Just lone Ranger me and the Kidlets.  Good times....good times. 

Peas waiting for harvest

My best little raspberry picker, and notorious berry thief.  

 Crab apple jelly, and strawberry/ rhubarb jam.

I'm so thankful for my biggest girl and the great helper she is.   Here she is enthusiastically, begrudgingly snapping beans. ...well, where she may lack in consistent eagerness she makes up for with quality of work acc…

We miss them already

It's been a couple weeks since our summer house guests left.  I miss them already,  and our visit seemed short this year. I guess three weeks is a long time to have two extra people around... but it's usually the only time in the year we get to see them. 

My husband and his sister, one year apart in age.  Separated as kids...reunited about 25 years later, now good friends who talk on the phone all the time and text even more.   We are glad Brook and her son have been able to make the trek up here from the Washington state for the past four summers.

 Brook knows better than anyone, after all the time she's spent living with us, that we are an imperfect family.  We are washed in grace and she loves us well, despite our rough edges. 

Our nephew may be 12 now but he's not too big for a snuggle with his Mama. My sister in law is such a great Mom.  She is the rock star of single moms toughing it out, working hard, advocating for her son (who is marvellously quirky), and alw…

Our week at Family Camp

For  the fifth summer in a row we spent a week enjoying "Family Camp" at a local Bible camp.  This was the fourth summer that we've had my sister in law Brook and her son with us. 
A few of my family members were also camping nearby for the week.   Grandpa even brought a quad to shuttle kids around on.  

A highlight for my kids is the "tuck shop" where they spend their hard earned money on all kinds of sweet treats.

Elijahs favourite was the popcorn.  Cece preferred icecream. 

It's been an unusually cool wet summer this year, but it warmed up enough for a few afternoons at the beach.

The Hubby got some quality sailing time in.  This is our new little boat.  We sold our big Tanzer 22 last fall to fund our Mexico trip, but then came across this little gem being sold online for $400.  It took a little TLC but is worth so much more than what we paid for it.  Sail boats seem to be our most effective savings accounts.  Buy them cheap, fix them up, have some fun …