Showing posts with label blessings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blessings. Show all posts

16 October 2008

Much to be thankful for

Thanksgiving has passed and I have, indeed, much to be thankful for.

This was Button's first Thanksgiving and, while it's not a major major celebration in our family, I do like to keep up some traditions. We had friends over for a more-or-less traditional dinner on Sunday (chicken rather than turkey), and visited other friends for an outdoor soup lunch on Monday. The weather was fine (over 20 above both days!) - could hardly ask for better on a mid-October weekend. We went for a walk with friends and dogs after Sunday dinner, and at the Monday lunch, the kids enjoyed raking up leaves into a huge pile and jumping wildly in, then burying each other in leaves. The joys of childhood!

What, in particular, am I thankful for?
  • two beautiful, creative, active, smart kids who get along really well (most of the time!)
  • reading, and that Mustang is getting better at it (she read almost three chapters of a chapter book entirely without assistance and on her own initative over the weekend!)
  • a good neighbourhood in a beautiful city
  • the wildlife that lives nearby and sometimes even graces our yard with their presence (squirrels, chipmunks, ducks, rabbits, all kinds of songbirds, even the crows!)
  • good friends - from church, and from the neighbourhood
  • my parents and that they remain healthy, active, and love to stay with us and do things with Mustang and Button
  • the ability to sew and be creative/ crafty
  • health that enables me to be pretty active with my kids
  • a good job that allows us to have everything we need and almost everything we might want, as well as to share with those less fortunate
  • our Nanny, who looks after the household and frees me from those responsiblities, giving me more time (and energy) to devote to the kids

The kids are looking forwards to Hallowe'en and after that it's on the road to Christmas... Mustang is already keen for snow and lights!

02 October 2008

I'm back!

I certainly never meant this hiatus to last five months!!! But May was busy with birthdays and getting ready for our big summer trip, then June was busy with more holiday prep and actually leaving on the trip, July we were travelling (not that I couldn’t have updated on-the-road), August was busy with getting settled back home and back-to-school prep, September was busy with getting settled into school, trying to get as much done around the house as possible before going back to work, welcoming our Nanny, a visit from grandparents… And here we are in October already. A full nine months since Button joined the family. Yikes.

So, what’s happened in the last five months? (Other than being busy with all of the above...)

I’ll give you a few brief snapshots, with (appropriately!) pictures:

Animal rescue

Early in May Mustang noticed a sparrow on our street that wasn’t flying well. She was very concerned. When I went out it had made it to a neighbour’s second-storey window awning, so I thought it was okay. But then it fluttered down and flopped about on the road, showing it obviously wasn’t okay. So, using my Tilley hat, Mustang managed to capture the poor critter. We brought it inside and put it in a box with a bit of birdseed and water (and some soft blankets so it would be comfy).



Here is Ms. Sparrow in her box. (It turned out she had a wing infection.)



On Saturday we took it to the bird rescue centre in the southwest section of the city, in the middle of a large, undeveloped wooded area. It was a lovely day, so we took advantage of the opportunity to hike down one of the trails and saw many other wild creatures.



A Canada goose was enjoying the day as much as we were!




it took some doing to catch the bluejay in action. We would put a peanut on the railing by the lookout over the marsh, and he would swoop down, grab it, and fly off in one big blur. I tried following him with the camer, but he moved too fast. So I trained my camera on the peanut and waited, and waited. This was the result.

The squirrels loved the peanuts, too.







As did the chipmunks!





I think this was a turtle shell, sans turtle, lying on the rocks by the base of the marsh lookout.



Watersnake - this was a marshy area and Mr. Snake was quite happy slithering aobut in the water.



Of course, to watch a water snake you gotta get close...



To top it all off, just as we got back to the parking lot, three deer delighted us with their presence.

May is birthday month

Our friend A has her birthday on the 7th. Mustang’s is the 21st. Button’s is the 27th. Laolao’s is the 28th. A’s dad, P, has his on the 30th. So from the beginning of the month, it was birthday planning non-stop! Laolao and Laoye had gone home at the end of March, but they flew out for another visit to celebrate all the birthdays (especially as it was Button’s first Canadian birthday). They arrived on May 20th and stayed until the partying was done on June 5th, this time taking their car that had lived here since October 2006!

Mustang turns 8



This was the first year she had a birthday party with her school friends (and two church friends as well). Mustang really wanted a unicorn cake - and not just a picture of a unicorn, but shaped like a unicorn! So Mommy worked some magic, and this was the result. Not the most elegant-looking of cakes, but Mustang was very happy with it.







Button turns 5

We had a fairly small celebration with a few grown-up church friends and neighbourhood friends. (Actually we had two, with church friends and one with our neighbourhood dog-walking friends (see below).) Since Mustang had a cool cake, Button needed one too. He wanted a tiger, but I didn't have to cut out the tiger shape, so I just decorated it fiercely.





We might have gone a bit overboard with the presents, but it was his first birthday in Canada and he didn't have a lot of toys that were distinctly "his." And I hadn't yet spent any of the "welcome-home" money from friends. So anyhow...








Laolao turns 70


Aoout a week before Laolao and Laoye arrived, it occurred to me that Laolao was having a "milestone" birthday this year. I would have liked to organize a big bash, but didn't have energy or time. So contacted our good friend L and asked if she might host a "surprise" celebration. We did it as a lunch on Laolao's birthday, with lady friends she's made during her manye extended stays. About a dozen ladies came, and it was a nice surprise. And a nice end-of-May day for a lunch in the garden.




A turns 15, P turns 52, and D turns 18!!!


With a combined total of five birthdays in seven weeks (D’s is near the end of June), and a busy life with two teenage kids (them) and two little kids (us), and since they hadn't made it to Button's birthday celebration, we decided to have a “family” birthday party with prezzies for all (except the Moms and Laoye - we're the oddballs in the birthday schedule).






Big D and bigger D. (Used to be big D and little D... but that was ages ago!)




Walking dogs

Mustang yearns for a “real” pet. She plays with Calico on occasion, but being a guinea pig, Calico needs gentle play and isn’t particularly responsive. (She’s also rather timid- perhaps as a result of too vigourous play when we first got her? Or perhaps it’s just her nature.) Anyhow, Mustang would LOVE to have a dog. Of course, now that Button is around, he’d LOVE to have a dog too. Or a cat. Or a rabbit. Or a lizard…

Anyhow, after Mustang’s pleading one day in early May, I suggested she could try walking some of the neighbours’ dogs – get some experience, see if she really liked the dogs, get some exercise... “Sure!” she said, “who can we ask?”

There are certainly plenty of dogs in the neighbourhood. The trick is to find a person or family that doesn’t mind. Enter G and C. They live across the street, have three lovely Australian shepherd dogs, and – better yet – G is home much of the time, as he’s retired/on disability. And they like kids.

So I took Mustang and Button across the street and rang the bell. G answered, and we asked if they could walk the dogs. Of course, the dogs are a handful – small (well, medium-sized) but strong. Each of them probably weighs about the same as Button, and they’re low to the ground and powerful. So G gave each kid one dog and took one himself. I went, too, to see how things went.


Holly, at 12, is the oldest and also the gentlest. She was rescued from an illegal puppy mill and has lots of mother instinct. She doesn’t pull much at all, and tends to walk, not run. (She’s the one with the white ruff around her neck.)

Madison is 5 and is quite energetic. A beautiful golden colour, she loves to run, but doesn’t pull too too hard. At least, not compared to 3-year-old Nicky, the most rambunctious of the bunch. Nicky is constantly straining at the leash and wants to go fast, far, and furious.

For about two weeks Mustang and Button faithfully went and rang the bell almost every day after school to go walk the dogs. I was quite impressed! Then it diminished a bit, but not completely. Of course, we were gone most of the summer, and when we got back G&C were gone for a while. But now that school’s back in session, they’ve gone a few times for a dog-walking treat.

And in the process, we’ve made some new friends.

Odds and sods

When we hauled the bikes out in late March (as soon as the roads were clear of snow) I had put training wheels on Button’s bike. Within three weeks he had gotten his balance, learned to start and turn well, and didn’t need them anymore.

Look, Ma! No training wheels!



Spring is time to get out the bubble juice. A source of endless entertainment. Mustang still enjoys it, and so do I! We have a “millions of bubbles” gadget that does what it says – well, hundreds is more likely. But to a four-year-old, it sure seems like a hundred-million-thousand bubbles!!!




Well, if you can't get a real live bunny, a stuffy bunny will do. Welcome to Poppyseed...




On the last day of Tulip Festival, on the May long weekend, we went to the festival central and wandered around, taking in a few performances and enjoying an ice cream. But the highlight (for the kids at least) was riding this merry-go-round. They went two or three times!





There’s a nice garden just outside the city where they sell lots of herbs. We made a spring pilgrimage and, besides enjoying the garden, the kids had fun playing in the playground and just running around.
Mustang and Button enjoying the baby bike
Button and I on the swing
apple tree in bloom

20 November 2007

Poppet in Addis Ababa

One of my e-friends who just went to Ethiopia to bring home her daughter carried a package to Poppet from me. She was allowed to take some pictures and sent them to me after she got back a few days ago.

Some of these pictures provide a bit more of a context - the schoolroom, the toddler house, the boys' bedroom... It helps me to visualize the life that Poppet is leading right now, with his friends and caregivers. Yes, he does have a life of his own, which is about to change irrevocably. I know that it will be a big change, but seeing his happy smile and how he is surrounded by friends helps to bring that reality closer...

We adoptive parents tend to think and talk about our children "waiting for us" on the other side of the world. In a sense that is true, especially among the older children who are aware that they have a new family who will be coming to take them far, far away... I wonder, sometimes, how much that "waiting" is tinged with anxiety and perhaps even dread, as opposed to the eagerness we parents feel. I'm sure there is an element of eagerness, of yearing to have a mother (and father) of one's own, to be part of a family... But even so, it is a big, big thing to ask of a child, to leave everything familiar - friends who are the only family he knows, the ever-so-comforting sights, sounds, smells, the very texture of one's life - to leave all that behind and forge into the unknown, bravely, or at least with the appearance of bravery...

And above all, we don't even ask them, these children of ours. They are small, powerless, without a voice. Birthparents make decisions for them that will change the course of their lives; adoptive parents on the other side of the world make decisions that will carry them far, far away from their origins, agencies, caregivers, governments, international bodies all make decisions that will tear them away from the fabric of their known existence and patch them onto a new cloth with an unfamiliar weave... And they have no say in the matter.

Yet they thrive. With hiccups, bumps, and scratches along the way, and sometimes not without a struggle. The melding of former fabric into the new cloth may not be invisible: there may be some loose ends, oddities of texture, a few stray threads... But still, they are whole.

Would we accept a similar fate with as much grace?

They are so resilient, these children of ours.


My beautiful boy:



Poppet being shown the gift package sent by his new mama,
with a friend looking on:



Poppet and friends:



Poppet (right) in classroom:

(If anyone can identify some of the other children in these photos, I'd appreciate knowing who they are.)

31 October 2007

10 things I'm thankful for (2007-10-12)

Okay, so waiting sucks. In the meantime, since we just celebrated Thanksgiving, here is a list of things I’m thankful for.

  1. A beautiful daughter who laughs, plays hard, gives wonderful hugs, loves to dress up, and occasionally drives me crazy.
  2. A son that everyone thinks is a real handsome kid (watch out girls…!) and, it has been reported, has a very sweet personality. Just wish he were home already so I could verify the reports…
  3. All the friends I’ve made through adoption: singles, couples, older moms, young kids, Chinese people, Ethiopian people, people across Canada and even in other countries.
  4. My good friends Chuckles, L (what nickname would you like, L?), and KiwiGarden, who have been greatly supportive before, during, and after my adoption(s), and who are great friends of Giggles, too.
  5. My parents. Where would I be without them? Specifically: suppers on the table, a finished basement, home-sewn clothes and quilts and decorations, a deck, walks in the woods, fun at the playground with Giggles, a lovely house, and on and on.
  6. The opportunity to dream. A year in China? A year in Ethiopia? Travels across Canada? A home in the country? Snowbirding when I’m old and crotchety?
  7. The fact that I CAN go down 11 flights of stairs. (Thank you, rheumatologists and orthopaedic surgeons.)
  8. The colour green. Leaves, grass, new buds, fresh leaves, forests, clover, frogs, my favourite sweater, emeralds (not that I own any!), and all things living.
  9. Books. Fiction, non-fiction, Canadian, international, short stories, poetry, novels, historic, contemporary, emotional, about women, about men, about children, about animals (especially with a kid in the house!), about ideas and imagination.
  10. Music. I don’t play enough of it at home. It seems the house is too busy, the time to full, my attention elsewhere. Note to self: put a cd on when you get home tonight…

What are you thankful for?