I came across a blog last night, shared by a friend on FB, that invited people to write about their breastfeeding journey in 100 words or less. This was an exciting challenge and I wanted to be a part of it but I tend to ramble on and on, as many of you know. How in the world could I ever keep my story to 100 words or less? My journey includes 4 kids, difficulties nursing, tandem nursing, adoption, unexpected pregnancies, forced weanings. It is a very emotional journey for me.
In the end I decided to focus on the emotions I felt in the up and down ride and this is what I came up with. I will be submitting it today and I really hope that they use it. I also hope it's ok that I am sharing it here, I didn't see anything that said I could not share it on my own blog too.
A Breastfeeding Journey of 4....... First time mom, new baby boy..... Nervous, unsure, flat nipples, poor latch, pumping, finger feedings, frustration, trying so hard..... Triumph, he's got it, we're doing it, success...... New life, baby girl, latches on immediately, easy peasy, joyous, content, uneventful..... Surprise, baby girl, adoption, tandem nursing, bonding, comfortable, amazing, bliss..... Unexpected pregnancy, forced weaning, sadness, guilt..... New life number 4, baby girl, breech, emergency c-section, will she get it, fear... Strong latch, no worries, beautiful, blessed, complete..... Ups and Downs, Joy and Sorrow, Hope, sacrifice, attachment...... through it all LOVE!
95 words, WOOT WOOT, I still had 5 to spare, that has to be some sort of record for me!
What would your story look like, in 100 words or less?
If you are interested in reading my complete nursing journey (thus far) you can check out my guest blog The Breastfeeding Rollercoaster: 4 babies, 4 years over at Natural Parents Network
Love,
this content mama,
Christy
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Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Dear Kimmy, today you are 3
Dear Kimmy,
This letter was supposed to start off with the words "Today you are 3...." except that yesterday you turned 3, not today. BAD MOMMY!! All I can say is we were having so much fun yesterday that mommy did not want to take time away to sit down and write this (that's believable right? you know mommy loves you!).
Oh my little Kimmybottoms, what can I say. You are getting so big. I cannot believe you are already 3! THREE!! Where is the time going? I desperately try to grab a hold and hang on to each precious moment but it's like trying to grab handfuls of water. No matter how tightly I grip the water it still all runs right through my fingers.
It seems like only yesterday I held you in my arms for the very first time. Now I watch you as your grow each day, becoming your own little person. Every milestone takes you 1 step farther from me but that's ok, I celebrate them all with you just the same.
You are my firecracker baby, literally. You came into this world 4 days "late" just so you could have July 4th as your very own personal party. Ironically you are like your mama and fireworks terrify you for now, hopefully you will grow out of it though. I try desperately not to pass on my own irrational fears of fireworks to you or your siblings.
Firecracker is a good description word for you, you are passionate in all that you do. When you do something you throw yourself into it entirely. Yet you are also shy and reserved, you have to asses the situation first before you decide if it is worth your time or not. You are content to sit back and watch others play for awhile until you make up your mind on if you want to join in or not. Once you deem it worthy though, you go at it 110% Please never loose this passion!
We have a special song, you and I. I sang it to you before you were born, as a baby and to this day. Sure, I occasionally sing it to your siblings too but I stumbled upon the song as you were growing in my belly so when I think of the words I always think of you first. It is our special song, (shhhhh, just don't tell the others, it's ok they each have their own special song too).
I think the lyrics to the song can express how I feel much better than anything my limited writing skills could (mommy likes to pretend she is a wanna be "writer", indulge me a bit).
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This letter was supposed to start off with the words "Today you are 3...." except that yesterday you turned 3, not today. BAD MOMMY!! All I can say is we were having so much fun yesterday that mommy did not want to take time away to sit down and write this (that's believable right? you know mommy loves you!).
Oh my little Kimmybottoms, what can I say. You are getting so big. I cannot believe you are already 3! THREE!! Where is the time going? I desperately try to grab a hold and hang on to each precious moment but it's like trying to grab handfuls of water. No matter how tightly I grip the water it still all runs right through my fingers.
It seems like only yesterday I held you in my arms for the very first time. Now I watch you as your grow each day, becoming your own little person. Every milestone takes you 1 step farther from me but that's ok, I celebrate them all with you just the same.
You are my firecracker baby, literally. You came into this world 4 days "late" just so you could have July 4th as your very own personal party. Ironically you are like your mama and fireworks terrify you for now, hopefully you will grow out of it though. I try desperately not to pass on my own irrational fears of fireworks to you or your siblings.
Firecracker is a good description word for you, you are passionate in all that you do. When you do something you throw yourself into it entirely. Yet you are also shy and reserved, you have to asses the situation first before you decide if it is worth your time or not. You are content to sit back and watch others play for awhile until you make up your mind on if you want to join in or not. Once you deem it worthy though, you go at it 110% Please never loose this passion!
We have a special song, you and I. I sang it to you before you were born, as a baby and to this day. Sure, I occasionally sing it to your siblings too but I stumbled upon the song as you were growing in my belly so when I think of the words I always think of you first. It is our special song, (shhhhh, just don't tell the others, it's ok they each have their own special song too).
I think the lyrics to the song can express how I feel much better than anything my limited writing skills could (mommy likes to pretend she is a wanna be "writer", indulge me a bit).
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
Currently you love Kia-Lan, Dora, Sid The Science Kid and Word World (or Letters as you call it). I am telling you this only because 1 day (far too soon for mommy) you will be "too cool" to watch these shows and I want you to remember that once upon a time they were the coolest thing in the world to you.
I hope you dance baby girl. In all you do in this life, keep on dancing. I will always be here to give you a soft place to fall. And fall you will, it's a part of life. Don't ever be afraid to fall, just pick yourself up and keep on dancing.
Love,
your mama now and always.
P.S. This is daddy's special song for all of you girls, shhhhhh he would kill me if he knew I shared that with so many ♥
Now time for pictures.......
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| hello world I am here |
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| First words out of the doctors mouth as you came out: "Look at all that hair!" That has pretty much been the theme ever since. |
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| first Halloween |
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| you were such a cute fairy that you made the paper! |
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| 1st Valentine's Day |
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| 1st Easter |
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| 1st Birthday |
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| Daddy's little girl always |
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| 2nd Halloween |
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| 2nd Christmas- age 18 months |
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| 2nd Birthday |
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| Summer 2010-age 2 |
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| 3rd Halloween-still age 2 |
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| 3rd Birthday |
You are so tiny the only way to really tell you are getting older in these pictures is by the length of your hair ♥
Saturday, June 25, 2011
I am her REAL Mama!
Originally I planned on taking a day off from blogging, my house could really use it that's for sure. Then this morning I toyed with the idea of maybe writing a "X Number of Reason's to Avoid HFCS like the poison that It is" post to go in my Healthy Living, Healthy Eating series (and I promise to write that soon).
That got put on hold after reading something that was posted on the wall of the Instinctual Mamas Facebook page. It was something I first read yesterday and it really upset and offended me. I made the mistake of looking at it again today and just could not hold back. I left a brief comment on the wall addressing it but there was so much more I wanted to say. I share IM with 3 other mamas though and didn't want to risk bringing drama to the page. I decided to post here instead that way if drama followed it was only directed at me and not to all the other mamas on IM.
So, I am sure you are wondering, what did I let get me all hot and bothered? What has my panties in a twist? It was an article posted about adoptions. As most of you know, Karma is adopted (and if you didn't know, now you do). I have been meaning to write out her adoption story and contemplated for a brief second using this blog post as a means to do that. I decided not to because her adoption story is a beautiful story filled with love and I did not want to taint it with negativity. I promise I will write it all out soon, for the purpose of this post I will just share a few important details.
What's so wrong with an article about adoption? It was the manor and tone in which the article was written that upset me so much. You can read the full post here. Go ahead, click on the link, read it. I will wait for you to come back................
are you still reading it??
is it making you angry yet??
Perhaps I was offended by this because I am a mother who has adopted. The title should have tipped me off to the fact that this was something I should ignore and not read..... Adoption Advertising- Destroying Real Families. Hmmm, there's that pesky word.... REAL. What makes a REAL family, is it all about DNA or is it L-O-V-E? If you read the article then you know that obviously some people feel it's all about DNA and nothing else.
Does the fact that Karma's birth mother (oh yeah, I went there, I call her the birth mother!) is also Ted's sister make her adoption not "as bad" of a crime as in we did not "make an orphan" out of her because she at least shares DNA with Ted and our other 3 children?
What does that make me though, she shares no DNA with me. Am I just some outsider, some "sadistic woman" who "stole" a baby to fulfill my own needs?
We are not the "typical" adoptive family in that we can have our own biological children (obviously we have NO problems with this as we have "so many"! We are giving the Duggars a run for there money is what I often joke with others.). We are the same as every other adoptive family out there in the fact that we heard the need of a tiny helpless baby girl and we stepped up. We took her in and we love her just as much as the other 3 children. If anything I tend to favor her and let her get away with more because I am paranoid that she will grow up with a "I am adopted my parents love me less than their biological kids" syndrome. Articles like the one above do not help this paranoia.
Perhaps, in the eyes of the author of this article and those who share her view points I am not as bad as other "adoptive moms" because Karma's birth mother abused drugs during her pregnancy and therefore Karma was removed from her and put into foster care at birth. Maybe those of us adoptive parents who adopt through foster care are not as bad as those who do private adoptions. Do I agree with this, NO! I think all adoptions are beautiful. I am just speculating on what may be deemed as an "acceptable" form of adoption to people who share this viewpoint. Perhaps there is no acceptable form of adoption to them, perhaps in their eyes its better for kids to languish away in state care so that the rights of their "real families" are protected. Again pure speculation.
The contents of the aritcle itself is not what upset me so much as the tables containing the "Honest Language" and comparing it with "Biased Positive Adoption Language" or the "Language Promoting Artificial Families". That last statement should give you a taste of these tables but in case you didn't read the whole article I will give you a few examples that they list. Remember, these are the views of the author and not me, I am simply listing what they wrote. I am listing the ones that upset me the most, they all upset me though:
Honest, Unbiased Language- mother, natural mother, actual mother
Language Promoting Artificial Families-"birthmother" (incubator) , "bmom", "BM", "unwed" or "unmarried" mother
Honest, Unbiased Language- person looking for a baby to adopt/buy
Language Promoting Artificial Families- loving couple, parents, adoptive parents, real parents
Honest, Unbiased Language- is adopted (is legally related to adopters as in "is married")
Language Promoting Artificial Families- was adopted, joined the family through adoption (pretending the relatedness is natural, not legal. The naturally-related family members are dehumanized as "birth objects".)
Honest, Unbiased Language- person who has adopted, adopter
Language Promoting Artificial Families- mother, father, parent or "real mother", "real father", "real parents"
Honest, Unbiased Language- adoptive situation, adoptive family
Language Promoting Artificial Families- family, "real family"
I think anyone who has adopted, as well as adult children who were adopted, would be offended by these terms. Or at least I hope I am not alone in this. Calling a family Artificial because there is adoption involved is down right abusive and a form of bullying in my opinion. There is NOTHING artificial about my family!
Karma is my REAL child, I am her REAL Mama! End of story!
I am her MOTHER! I breastfeed her back to health (she was sick, withdrawing, diagnosed "failure to thrive" on a prescription formal and potentially set to have a feeding pump if she did not start to improve-you can read my full breastfeeding journey with her on my guest post on NPN here). I am the one who woke up with her and stayed up with her for hours at night when she was a tiny baby. I am the one who continued to have to get up with her every 2 hours until she was well over 1 because her brain thought she still needed to eat like a tiny baby due to the effects of the drugs. I am the one who comforts her when she is hurt, I am the one who takes care of her when she is sick. I am the one who teaches her, sings to her, plays with her, explores the wonders and mysteries of the world with her. I am the one who shares the love of Jesus and Heavenly Father with her. I am the one who looks into her beautiful brown eyes and wonders if I am doing enough, am I doing it right, who will she be when she grows up, will she understand. I love her, she is MY BABY! I am her MAMA!
DNA means nothing to me. It is just a complex scientific means to identify us, it does not define a family. Humans share more than 99% of identical DNA, its less than 1% that makes us individuals. So if your argument is that DNA is what matters one could argue we are all related, we are all 1 big family. Science does not make a family, LOVE makes a family!
I AM HER REAL MAMA! Ted is her REAL Daddy (her birth father is unknown). Teddy is her REAL brother. Kimmy and Saraih are her REAL sisters! Any other kids we may have in the future, whether by giving birth or through adoption (as we have not ruled out more adoption in the future) will be her REAL siblings too. It's just as simple as that!
WE ARE HER FAMILY. There is nothing artificial about us!
Love,
Karma's REAL mama,
Christy
That got put on hold after reading something that was posted on the wall of the Instinctual Mamas Facebook page. It was something I first read yesterday and it really upset and offended me. I made the mistake of looking at it again today and just could not hold back. I left a brief comment on the wall addressing it but there was so much more I wanted to say. I share IM with 3 other mamas though and didn't want to risk bringing drama to the page. I decided to post here instead that way if drama followed it was only directed at me and not to all the other mamas on IM.
So, I am sure you are wondering, what did I let get me all hot and bothered? What has my panties in a twist? It was an article posted about adoptions. As most of you know, Karma is adopted (and if you didn't know, now you do). I have been meaning to write out her adoption story and contemplated for a brief second using this blog post as a means to do that. I decided not to because her adoption story is a beautiful story filled with love and I did not want to taint it with negativity. I promise I will write it all out soon, for the purpose of this post I will just share a few important details.
What's so wrong with an article about adoption? It was the manor and tone in which the article was written that upset me so much. You can read the full post here. Go ahead, click on the link, read it. I will wait for you to come back................
are you still reading it??
is it making you angry yet??
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| Karma's Adoption Day, one of the happiest days ever! Sariah was cooking in my belly so even she was "there". |
Perhaps I was offended by this because I am a mother who has adopted. The title should have tipped me off to the fact that this was something I should ignore and not read..... Adoption Advertising- Destroying Real Families. Hmmm, there's that pesky word.... REAL. What makes a REAL family, is it all about DNA or is it L-O-V-E? If you read the article then you know that obviously some people feel it's all about DNA and nothing else.
Does the fact that Karma's birth mother (oh yeah, I went there, I call her the birth mother!) is also Ted's sister make her adoption not "as bad" of a crime as in we did not "make an orphan" out of her because she at least shares DNA with Ted and our other 3 children?
What does that make me though, she shares no DNA with me. Am I just some outsider, some "sadistic woman" who "stole" a baby to fulfill my own needs?
We are not the "typical" adoptive family in that we can have our own biological children (obviously we have NO problems with this as we have "so many"! We are giving the Duggars a run for there money is what I often joke with others.). We are the same as every other adoptive family out there in the fact that we heard the need of a tiny helpless baby girl and we stepped up. We took her in and we love her just as much as the other 3 children. If anything I tend to favor her and let her get away with more because I am paranoid that she will grow up with a "I am adopted my parents love me less than their biological kids" syndrome. Articles like the one above do not help this paranoia.
Perhaps, in the eyes of the author of this article and those who share her view points I am not as bad as other "adoptive moms" because Karma's birth mother abused drugs during her pregnancy and therefore Karma was removed from her and put into foster care at birth. Maybe those of us adoptive parents who adopt through foster care are not as bad as those who do private adoptions. Do I agree with this, NO! I think all adoptions are beautiful. I am just speculating on what may be deemed as an "acceptable" form of adoption to people who share this viewpoint. Perhaps there is no acceptable form of adoption to them, perhaps in their eyes its better for kids to languish away in state care so that the rights of their "real families" are protected. Again pure speculation.
The contents of the aritcle itself is not what upset me so much as the tables containing the "Honest Language" and comparing it with "Biased Positive Adoption Language" or the "Language Promoting Artificial Families". That last statement should give you a taste of these tables but in case you didn't read the whole article I will give you a few examples that they list. Remember, these are the views of the author and not me, I am simply listing what they wrote. I am listing the ones that upset me the most, they all upset me though:
Honest, Unbiased Language- mother, natural mother, actual mother
Language Promoting Artificial Families-"birthmother" (incubator) , "bmom", "BM", "unwed" or "unmarried" mother
Honest, Unbiased Language- person looking for a baby to adopt/buy
Language Promoting Artificial Families- loving couple, parents, adoptive parents, real parents
Honest, Unbiased Language- is adopted (is legally related to adopters as in "is married")
Language Promoting Artificial Families- was adopted, joined the family through adoption (pretending the relatedness is natural, not legal. The naturally-related family members are dehumanized as "birth objects".)
Honest, Unbiased Language- person who has adopted, adopter
Language Promoting Artificial Families- mother, father, parent or "real mother", "real father", "real parents"
Honest, Unbiased Language- adoptive situation, adoptive family
Language Promoting Artificial Families- family, "real family"
I think anyone who has adopted, as well as adult children who were adopted, would be offended by these terms. Or at least I hope I am not alone in this. Calling a family Artificial because there is adoption involved is down right abusive and a form of bullying in my opinion. There is NOTHING artificial about my family!
Karma is my REAL child, I am her REAL Mama! End of story!
I am her MOTHER! I breastfeed her back to health (she was sick, withdrawing, diagnosed "failure to thrive" on a prescription formal and potentially set to have a feeding pump if she did not start to improve-you can read my full breastfeeding journey with her on my guest post on NPN here). I am the one who woke up with her and stayed up with her for hours at night when she was a tiny baby. I am the one who continued to have to get up with her every 2 hours until she was well over 1 because her brain thought she still needed to eat like a tiny baby due to the effects of the drugs. I am the one who comforts her when she is hurt, I am the one who takes care of her when she is sick. I am the one who teaches her, sings to her, plays with her, explores the wonders and mysteries of the world with her. I am the one who shares the love of Jesus and Heavenly Father with her. I am the one who looks into her beautiful brown eyes and wonders if I am doing enough, am I doing it right, who will she be when she grows up, will she understand. I love her, she is MY BABY! I am her MAMA!
DNA means nothing to me. It is just a complex scientific means to identify us, it does not define a family. Humans share more than 99% of identical DNA, its less than 1% that makes us individuals. So if your argument is that DNA is what matters one could argue we are all related, we are all 1 big family. Science does not make a family, LOVE makes a family!
I AM HER REAL MAMA! Ted is her REAL Daddy (her birth father is unknown). Teddy is her REAL brother. Kimmy and Saraih are her REAL sisters! Any other kids we may have in the future, whether by giving birth or through adoption (as we have not ruled out more adoption in the future) will be her REAL siblings too. It's just as simple as that!
WE ARE HER FAMILY. There is nothing artificial about us!
Love,
Karma's REAL mama,
Christy
Friday, May 20, 2011
Dear Karma, today you are 2!
Dear Karma,
Today you turn 2! It seems like just yesterday I was writing a similar letter to your sister. Oh yeah, that was 2 days ago and not one.
You came to us quite differently than your siblings but we love you just as much! I feel as if I carried you myself. The very first time I heard of your birth I knew you were going to be ours. I loved you before I ever held you, before I ever laid eyes on you or kissed your downy baby head.
You are my crazy little monkey! So curious and always getting into mischief. I can't turn my back on you for a second. You are my little teacher, always showing me things that I missed with the older 2. You keep mommy on her toes that's for sure. Everyday is an adventure with you, I never know what you are going to get into or climb on. I have so many funny stories to tell you when you are older. I imagine you growing up to be a stunt woman, or perhaps a gymnast as your balance is impeccable.
You are also sweet and loving though. Always first in line for hugs and kisses, my little snuggle bug. Always willing to share just about anything, except maybe your drink. Anyone who knows you knows how seriously you take your drinks, and everyone else's as well for that matter. You are quite the little drink thief
You were a month old when you came to live with us so you have not quite been with us for 2 years. In the time that you have been here you have accomplished so much. I love to watch you grow and discover new things everyday. I am blessed to be a part of your journey through life. Your language has really exploded in the last few months and I love the "conversations" that we now have. You are my little helper, always the first to start picking up toys and looking for other ways to help. Often you attempts create more work for mommy, such as folding laundry, but you are always so proud of your work and I have to remind myself that at least you try.
We are so grateful everyday that we have you in our lives and while this day is your special day there are 2 other days that have great meaning to mommy. June 19th was the day that you came to us and Feb 19th was the day your adoption was finalized. So, in a way, its like you have 3 birthdays. Also that does bot mean you get 3 parties and rounds of gifts though.
Mommy loves you baby girl!
Love,
your mommy!
And now the picture fest:
Today you turn 2! It seems like just yesterday I was writing a similar letter to your sister. Oh yeah, that was 2 days ago and not one.
You came to us quite differently than your siblings but we love you just as much! I feel as if I carried you myself. The very first time I heard of your birth I knew you were going to be ours. I loved you before I ever held you, before I ever laid eyes on you or kissed your downy baby head.
You are my crazy little monkey! So curious and always getting into mischief. I can't turn my back on you for a second. You are my little teacher, always showing me things that I missed with the older 2. You keep mommy on her toes that's for sure. Everyday is an adventure with you, I never know what you are going to get into or climb on. I have so many funny stories to tell you when you are older. I imagine you growing up to be a stunt woman, or perhaps a gymnast as your balance is impeccable.
You are also sweet and loving though. Always first in line for hugs and kisses, my little snuggle bug. Always willing to share just about anything, except maybe your drink. Anyone who knows you knows how seriously you take your drinks, and everyone else's as well for that matter. You are quite the little drink thief
You were a month old when you came to live with us so you have not quite been with us for 2 years. In the time that you have been here you have accomplished so much. I love to watch you grow and discover new things everyday. I am blessed to be a part of your journey through life. Your language has really exploded in the last few months and I love the "conversations" that we now have. You are my little helper, always the first to start picking up toys and looking for other ways to help. Often you attempts create more work for mommy, such as folding laundry, but you are always so proud of your work and I have to remind myself that at least you try.
We are so grateful everyday that we have you in our lives and while this day is your special day there are 2 other days that have great meaning to mommy. June 19th was the day that you came to us and Feb 19th was the day your adoption was finalized. So, in a way, its like you have 3 birthdays. Also that does bot mean you get 3 parties and rounds of gifts though.
Mommy loves you baby girl!
Love,
your mommy!
And now the picture fest:
2 Years of Karma
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| June 19, 2009-1 month old- the day you came to live with us |
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| you were adored from teh very first day! |
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| 1 month old- June 2009 |
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| 3 months old with daddy- Aug 2009 |
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| 3 months old- Aug 2009 |
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| 5 months- Oct 2009 |
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| 6 months old- Nov 2009 |
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| 7 months old-1st Christmas-Dec 2009 |
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| 8 months old- Jan 2010 |
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| Adoption Day! Feb 19, 2010- 9 months old |
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| 1st Easter-April 2010 |
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| 11 months old-May 2010 |
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| Birthday girl! May 20, 2010 |
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| 13 months- June 2010 |
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| 15 months- Aug 2010 your "reign of terror" began haha |
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| 16 months- Sept 2010 |
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| 17 months- Oct 2010 |
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| 17 months- Oct 2010 |
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| 19 months- Dec 2010 |
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| 21 months- Feb 2011 |
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| 22 months- March 2011 |
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| about a week shy of 2-May 2011 |
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Dear Sariah, today you are 1!
Dear Sariah,
Today, May 18, 2011 you turn 1.
One year full of smiles, giggles, squeals and fun.
One year full of snuggles, kisses, raspberries and hugs.
One year full of LOVE! ♥ ♥
You were our little surprise blessing, one we are grateful for everyday of our lives. You entered this world with your own flair and you have been a unique spirit ever since. As a mom of 4 you would think I could learn each child is their own person but I am always still amazed at how different you are from your siblings.
You are my little comedian, my jokester always out to get a laugh. You are loving and cuddly, my sweet koala baby. You are latched on to my neck in the "koala hold" as I type this. Snuggled in falling asleep. I try to savor these special snuggles reserved just for us, I know they are all too fleeting. I kiss your head, drink in that baby smell and try to freeze time. You and I frozen forever in this special moment. The seconds continue to tick by anyways.
I remember when a year seemed like an eternity, now a year flies by in the blink of an eye. You have accomplished so much in such a short amount of time. You have gone from my flippy floppy newborn, so frail and so small, to this big sturdy baby who really can no longer be called "baby". You learned to sit up, to crawl, cruise and soon you will walk. You're already trying to take a few steps, I keep telling you to slow down, wait just a little bit longer but you are determined to keep up with your siblings.
With each step I see you try to take I know you are stepping farther and farther away from me towards your own independence. How many more koala snuggles do we have? How much longer will you have this downy baby head? How many more times will you sweetly fall asleep in my arms? These questions keep swirling around in my head. I try to hold on tight to each precious moment and milestone but the time keeps slipping through my hands.
You are so loved baby girl, I cannot even put into words how much mommy and daddy love you. You have a beautiful spirit, even your siblings adore you. You are quite the little princess in our home.
So, where do we go from here? What does the upcoming year have in store for us? I am not sure but I can't wait to discover it all with you!
Love,
your mama,
Christy
I was going to do this as a separate Wordless Wednesday post but decided I wanted to put it here instead:
Today, May 18, 2011 you turn 1.
One year full of smiles, giggles, squeals and fun.
One year full of snuggles, kisses, raspberries and hugs.
One year full of LOVE! ♥ ♥
You were our little surprise blessing, one we are grateful for everyday of our lives. You entered this world with your own flair and you have been a unique spirit ever since. As a mom of 4 you would think I could learn each child is their own person but I am always still amazed at how different you are from your siblings.
You are my little comedian, my jokester always out to get a laugh. You are loving and cuddly, my sweet koala baby. You are latched on to my neck in the "koala hold" as I type this. Snuggled in falling asleep. I try to savor these special snuggles reserved just for us, I know they are all too fleeting. I kiss your head, drink in that baby smell and try to freeze time. You and I frozen forever in this special moment. The seconds continue to tick by anyways.
I remember when a year seemed like an eternity, now a year flies by in the blink of an eye. You have accomplished so much in such a short amount of time. You have gone from my flippy floppy newborn, so frail and so small, to this big sturdy baby who really can no longer be called "baby". You learned to sit up, to crawl, cruise and soon you will walk. You're already trying to take a few steps, I keep telling you to slow down, wait just a little bit longer but you are determined to keep up with your siblings.
With each step I see you try to take I know you are stepping farther and farther away from me towards your own independence. How many more koala snuggles do we have? How much longer will you have this downy baby head? How many more times will you sweetly fall asleep in my arms? These questions keep swirling around in my head. I try to hold on tight to each precious moment and milestone but the time keeps slipping through my hands.
You are so loved baby girl, I cannot even put into words how much mommy and daddy love you. You have a beautiful spirit, even your siblings adore you. You are quite the little princess in our home.
So, where do we go from here? What does the upcoming year have in store for us? I am not sure but I can't wait to discover it all with you!
Love,
your mama,
Christy
I was going to do this as a separate Wordless Wednesday post but decided I wanted to put it here instead:
1 Year in Pictures:
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| May 18, 20110- Just born Born 8:55 am 8lbs 5 oz, 21" long |
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| May 18, 2010- Just born |
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| 1 week old- taken May 26, 2010 |
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| 1 week old- taken May 26, 2010 |
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| 1 month old- taken June 19, 2010 |
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| 1 month old- taken June 2010 |
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| 2 months- taken Aug 1, 2010 (technically 2.5 months haha) |
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| 3 months old- taken Aug 19, 2010 |
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| 4 months old- taken Sept 19, 2010 |
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| 4 months old-taken Oct 9, 2010 tasting apple for the first time, a honeycrisp-they are somewhat "famous" in our home. |
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| 5 months old- taken Oct, 2010 |
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| 6 months old (ok a little shy of it)- taken Nov 2010 |
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| 6 months old (for real this time)- taken Nov 25, 2010 |
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| 7 months old (and first Christmas)- taken Dec 25, 2010 |
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| 8 months old- taken Jan 18, 2011 |
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| 9 months old- taken Feb 23, 2011 |
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| 10 months old- taken March 23, 2011 |
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| a few days shy of 11 months old- taken April 15, 2011 |
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| 11 months old, standing like a big girl!- taken April 22, 2011 |
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| creeping up on 1, and eating dirt- taken May 11, 2011 |
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| ♥ ♥ Birthday Girl!- taken May 18, 2011 at 8:55am ♥ ♥ |
P.S. YES! I used her real name, shhhhhhhhhhhh! haha. I am kind of over the whole psuedo-Miss Princess Pooky Pants-names. I confuse myself when I try to write blogs and things just don't flow right at times. Writing Dear Tubby, today you are 1 just didn't sound right to me. Although we do call her Tubby a lot in real life so it flows better than the other 3 who's psuedo names we rarely use for real.
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