On My Soapbox (Again)

Okay. People go through stages in their lives. Right now, my children are young. I haven't made it to the PTA stage or the Soccer Mom stage. I am in the Home School stage with Judson, Down Syndrome Stage with Sawyer and the Adoption Stage with Ansley. So, when something in one of these three categories comes up, I notice.

I get a bit peeved when a certain clothing maker puts out a t-shirt that says, "Adoption, the next black". In other words, when in doubt (fashion-wise) wear black such as "the little black dress"; "black tie", etc. So if you adopt, you'll be 'in style'! If t-shirt logos hack me off, just imagine when I read that on The View (I do NOT watch that show) they made a statement that once it was fashionable to adopt from China, now it's fashionable to adopt from Africa, saying something like African adoption is like the latest Louis Vitton (sp) bag. So what happened to all the children adopted from China, were they cast away/put in the closet/sent to Goodwill now that they are no longer 'fashionable'? My daughter is not some accessory like some handbag or tshirt or pair of shoes. She is a living, breathing, human being!

Let me give you some statistics: (2005 stats since the UNICEF page only has #'s for that year)

According to USCIS (they issue visas for people coming into the US), In 2005, they issued 7906 visas (For orphaned children) coming into the US from China. In that same year, they issued 441 visas for orphans entering the US from Ethiopia. (Liberia made the list at 183 visas issued in 2005) Let's put that into perspective. In 2005 (according to UNICEF), China had a population of 352,718,000 children under the age of 18. Of that number, 20,600,000 were orphans. In Ethiopia in 2005, there were 29,792,000 children under the age of 18. Of that number, 4,800,000 were orphans. Liberia has similar numbers. (By the way, the US didn't even have numbers on orphans on the UNICEF website.)

You do the math. Adoption is NOT a fashion statement. It's not even a drop in the bucket. You don't go through the mounds of paperwork and red tape it takes to adopt a child (domestically or internationally) to make a fashion statement. PERIOD. You do it, first, because that is how you choose to grow your family. You choose the country from which you adopt, because for some reason you are drawn to it. Sometimes at first, it's purely because of the fit. (cost, qualifications, etc.) Sometimes it's because you are drawn to the people and the culture. You go thru many questions/self-evaluations: Can I parent a child who is racially/ethnically different than I? How do I feel about this child's heritage? Can I help him/her to be proud of their heritage/looks? Yes, there are some folks who are out to 'rescue' the poor children. Take a look at those numbers again, rescuing via the adoption route is NOT going to work. What really needs to happen (for those interested in rescuing) is topic for another Soapbox post.

Sometimes as an Adoptive Parent(AP), you feel like you are a vulture or something. Sitting around waiting for something bad to happen to someone, so that you can grow your family. Take a look at the statistics. You don't have to sit around. Bad things do happen. As AP, we may have helped one little girl but she has added way more to our family than we ever will be able to do for her. So my response to the ladies on The View, "You are all idiots if you believe people adopt to make a fashion statement!" Anybody who tries to adopt without putting more thought into the adoption than they would in deciding on a purse, will not make it thru the adoption process.

Whew. I'm better now. I just had to vent. My next soapbox post will probably be about home schooling. I don't even tell folks we are home schooling much. Oh the comments one gets when you open up that can of worms!

We've been busy

Building play areas and tweaking bedrooms. Here's our latest handy work. (Yes, there's still more to do on the play area but the kids love it already)

Randy designed and built (with the help of his dad) this fort. The kids are loving it. The slide is so fast that we have to hold the babies as they go down or they shoot right off the end and skip across the ground on their bottoms.

Inspiration

Sometimes as you walk through life you stumble upon people who inspire you for one reason or another. (Spiritually, emotionally, physically) I have found one of those people. I don't even know her name but I see her at the gym every time I am there. I asked someone about her and this is her story.

She is preparing to go to her 50th class reunion. (I'll let you calculate her age) She's only been coming to gym for 2 years. She comes as often as her ailing husband's health will allow. She's a sprite of a woman. I doubt she even weighs 100 pounds. I suspect she suffers from osteoporosis. Her personality is bubbly and cheerful. She always speaks to everyone. She has the energy of my two sixty pound doodles! I have watched her zoom thru an aerobics class with as much energy as the teacher. I have seen her do body sculpting classes with weights heavier than people, much younger than she is, are using. (Okay, much heavier than I use. There, I said it.) The tone in her arms are what we all are striving to achieve. In her pilates class, she is one of the few that can do a one arm-one leg plank. (I don't even pretend to do pilates!) She is a force of nature. I am constantly amazed and inspired by her.

So on days when I really don't want to go to the gym or am tempted to go easy on myself, I see her and realize I have no excuses. Just thought I'd share.

Singin' in the Rain and other stuffs

It doesn't take much to make a child happy. Sometimes I think we, as parents, grandparents, aunts/uncles, etc, forget that. While trying to keep up with the Jones', we forget just to spend time with our children and let them enjoy being kids. They don't need the latest gadget or the newest styles in clothing. They need to feel loved and safe and well. So here we go trying to lead a 'simple life'. (of course, we still have to watch Barney and Wiggles way more than I'd like. So we still have room for improvement in living that simple life.)

Judson has been wanting to play in the rain FOREVER. Not sure why. It's just something he has mentioned multiple times. Believe it or not, I don't own an umbrella. Let's face it, 3 kids, diaper bag, purse, stroller, etc, just don't lend themselves to carrying an umbrella. So I found a kids umbrella for Judson and some cheap puddle jumping shoes. (not stylish but quite fun and functional) We finally had a rain where there was no thunder and lightening. This is the result. He had a blast.
Hats! You just can't have enough hats. They must be in all colors and shapes and sizes. And if you don't have one ready, you improvise. Here we are with our 'hats'.




"Boy, is that a panty on your head?" Yes, he is wearing a pull up while he sits on the potty! It was clean, in case you are wondering.

September Buddy Walk Reminder

We are doing great on our Buddy Walk goal. We are over the $500 mark. We hope to raise even more money. If you still want to give, here is how you can do it.

By credit card, go to this site:

http://buddywalk.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=237018&supId=182868676

You may instead send a check made out to DSAA. Please put Sawyer Stricklin in the Memo/For section. You may either send the check to us or directly to:
Down Syndrome Association of Atlanta
Attn: Buddy Walk
4355 J Cobb Parkway, #213
Atlanta, GA 30339

As always, thank you for your support. Here are a few reasons we do this:

Naum (Now known as Xander) http://chroniclesofhousehold6.blogspot.com

www.reecesrainbow.com (Check out the Homecomings and Sponsor sections)

And of course, our little guy:


He'll do anything for sister, even Tea Party and Dress Up.

Things to Consider

So, you think you want to have children. Here are some things you need to think about before jumping into the kiddie pool.

1) Do you fancy your house being on the cover of Architectural Digest? Forget it. Think more, Farmer's Digest (under Pig Sty) or College Daze (under Frat House). Your main focus while raising your kids will be to keep the house structurally sound. Just keep it standing until you can push all of them out of the house. Then you must rush to re-decorate before they decide to move back in.

2) Do you enjoy dressing in fancy (dry cleanable) clothes? Do you like to look like you just stepped from the covers of Cosmopolitan? Don't even go there. On your very best day (maybe 1% of the time) you might look like you stepped out of the JCPenney catalog. The rest of the time, you don't want to know. Think of it in the same way you think of the house, just keep your body structurally sound and some day you might not have dried up snot, sticky syrup, or worse, stuck to your clothes.

3) Do you enjoy going to nice restaurants with real silverware and dishes? Not going to happen. (at least not very often) Think more along the lines of Happy Meals and play grounds. For nice dining, think along the lines of Mexican. Tile on the floor and lots of music and noise to cover up the sounds of your kids doing what kids do.

4) Do you enjoy watching a quiet movie on tv or reading a good book? Oh you can still do this. You just have to do it when you used to sleep. You see, it's a trade off. Sleep or read? Or if you are like us, you start off reading and fall asleep. (best of both worlds!)

5) Do you like slobbery/sticky kisses? The smell of baby shampoo on wet hair? The sound of true joy when you come home from the gym (having only been gone an hour) and little voices saying, "Mommy's home!"? The sound of laughter? The twinkle in someone's eyes when they learn something new? A hug around the neck for no apparent reason other then they just felt like doing it?

Life is about trade offs. I feel like we got the best end of the deal because nice/clean houses and fancy clothes don't begin to compare to THIS:

More Birthday Pictures

We went to the park to continue our birthday celebration. We had a picnic. As you can see, I worked very hard to prepare our 'meal'. Then we let the kids play until they were too tired to play anymore. They had a lot of fun. Judson and Ansley both made new friends and had a great time. Sawyer is very captivated by babies. So he visited with the babies.

Happy #5!

Judson is turning 5 years old. My little guy is growing into such a big boy! And what a wonderful boy he is. The other night I was putting him to bed and I told him how much I loved him and that one of the reasons was that he had such a big heart. His initial response was "it's just a muscle with a bunch of blood vessels in it". So I explained what 'heart' was. I told him that his heart was so big that he wanted to save the earth and the endangered species and that made me very happy. I also told him how much I appreciated him helping with the babies and how proud I was that he loved them so much. His response was "I love Sawyer 'superman size'. Sometimes I don't love Ansley too much, when she is mean to me" I said, "but you still love her a little bit". His response, "sometimes it's very teeny weeny and you really can't see it". I told him that was alright. He'd learn to love her someday. (I'm hoping) They do love each other so much. Even when Ansley is in timeout and crying (giving one of her Oscar winning performances), Judson will ask if he can go back there and sit with her until she can get out of timeout.

We are celebrating J's birthday this weekend since Nana and Pop are here. Pop is helping Randy build a 'fort' for the kids. We are also making the obligatory 'train cake'. (I asked did he want to buy a cake or make one. He said 'make'. Then I asked (as if I didn't know) what kind. He said a 'train cake'. It's in the 80's outside and football season is starting and my big boy is turning 5. Can't ask for anything more. (OK. I would have asked for UT to win their opener but that would be selfish on my part, ay?) We just opened one gift today, Sunday. He got so enthralled with it, we decided to wait and open some more later. Stay tuned.








Nana and Pop gave him a book on the Universe and one with Bible stories











Fort Stricklin









Like Momma, like son.









"I'm ready for my close up" (Okay, he has nothing to do with anything except he's in our front yard and I liked the picture)