Okay, I thought I would give you a glimpse into my life. An incident happened tonight and Wayne and I looked at each other-not completely surprised, as it is a regular happening, or a good sampling rather for our home these days.
As a bit of background for my vast reading audience, Wayne and I have one Daughter, Allori. She is 3 and Fabulous. We decided some time ago it would be a good service to be foster parents. Thats the short of it obviously, we put considerably more thought into it and we have had two little ones with us now since August. There are moments of sweetness, and more moments of madness. I am not sure of it is simply the girls age or these girls situation.....
I have never claimed complete sanity and now that eludes me completely.
Back to our previously scheduled story....
Allori was standing right in front of Wayne who was sitting on the couch watching tv. They were conversing about some topic of import to a 3 year old when all of a sudden in my line of sight I see Jena about 4 feet away from them take off in an all out sprint. Arms are out! Legs and moving as fast as 2 year old wobbly hips will let them! There is no time for warning. There seems to be nothing on the other side of the room calling to her, its all happening so fast....and she is headed right for Allori. Allori is facing the other direction though...and Jena sprint's right into Allori! She is hoisted from the sheer force of it up into the air and over to the left about 2 feet! Allori in knocked clean down!
In the most betrayed voice, pointing at Allori she says, "A..llor...i!" As though she can't imagine how Allori could possibly have does this to her, knocked her down, betrayed her. Her voice says that she truly feels she had no part in this, she did no wrong. Keep in mind, the child was running of her own volition. She was looking forward, was looking AT ALLORI, ran right into her, then blames it on ALLORI!
Welcome to my life.
I need a vacation.
So does ALLORI! Poor babe!
(This story was somewhat humorous, most of them are not, the strangeness of the thought process is alarming. Sometime in the future perhaps I can share more of the ridiculousness. Please keep us in your prayers!)
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
A new little bundle...
Me little sister just called and asked if I was ready to be an auntie (which is fast becoming our traditional way of announcing our pregnancies to siblings and close friends). YEAH!!!! I am so excited! Just yesterday I was feeling a bit of joy and being grateful for that but thinking that things were just sort of blah. What a blessing a new bundle is!
I told Allori that her Auntie Tawni had a baby in her tummy and Allori asked with head tilted and brow furrowed, "Are we gonna go see the baby in a few weeks?" Hehe. She gets her patience right from her mama. So Tawni, if you could put a rush on it...
(The pool will be beginning soon for date born and boy/girl. Please stay tuned.)
I told Allori that her Auntie Tawni had a baby in her tummy and Allori asked with head tilted and brow furrowed, "Are we gonna go see the baby in a few weeks?" Hehe. She gets her patience right from her mama. So Tawni, if you could put a rush on it...
(The pool will be beginning soon for date born and boy/girl. Please stay tuned.)
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
I do not like them....
I do not like children. Why do we have them? To torture ourselves? To work harder than we have ever worked before, with more purpose simply to be so flustered at the end of the night that bedtime is the only reprieve?
I do not like that these children have lived with me for 6 months and pretend to not know the rules, I do not like that because they through fits, my Allori is learning to throw them. I do not like them Sam I am, I do not like bad children.
But I do like when they get up form a nap and want nothing more than to wrap themselves in my arms. I do like the insatiable laughter (sometimes :) ). I do like when we are at a new place and they grab my hand jut a little tighter, letting me know they need a little extra support right then. I do like that they feel safe with me. I do like that they are not scared in my home. (The first week they were here I had to hold and rock them for a long time each night and tell them repeatedly that no one was going to hurt them in this house, we would find Juliana asleep is random places in the house in the middle of the night.) I do like that they argue over who will say the prayer at dinner. I do like that they cheerfully do their chores (mostly.) I do like that when life gets treacherous there are blessings throughout-small scented flowers to get you through the ugliness. I love these children so much. I think it will tear my heart when I have to give them back. I don't think I could ever stop loving a child, once I had begun.
I do not like that these children have lived with me for 6 months and pretend to not know the rules, I do not like that because they through fits, my Allori is learning to throw them. I do not like them Sam I am, I do not like bad children.
But I do like when they get up form a nap and want nothing more than to wrap themselves in my arms. I do like the insatiable laughter (sometimes :) ). I do like when we are at a new place and they grab my hand jut a little tighter, letting me know they need a little extra support right then. I do like that they feel safe with me. I do like that they are not scared in my home. (The first week they were here I had to hold and rock them for a long time each night and tell them repeatedly that no one was going to hurt them in this house, we would find Juliana asleep is random places in the house in the middle of the night.) I do like that they argue over who will say the prayer at dinner. I do like that they cheerfully do their chores (mostly.) I do like that when life gets treacherous there are blessings throughout-small scented flowers to get you through the ugliness. I love these children so much. I think it will tear my heart when I have to give them back. I don't think I could ever stop loving a child, once I had begun.
Friday, February 1, 2008
trisha from the block?
Well, I have received several hate letters (via IM and MTM-mental telepathy mail) for the lack of my blogging.
As I see it we can go two ways here.
I can stand on a writers block soap box and continue on my rebellious non writing spree OR I can simply explain that writers block is a real syndrome! One can only write when one feels some subject is of good writability.
I'm sort of torn which way to go. I think we should do a survey and go with the majority unless of course the standing representative opts to vote against the people, after all, isn't that the American way?
Oh, I do see one major fallacy with this plan. It would seem my reading audience is somewhat slim. (My advertising budget has been low.)
Well, feel free to post your vote. :)
As I see it we can go two ways here.
I can stand on a writers block soap box and continue on my rebellious non writing spree OR I can simply explain that writers block is a real syndrome! One can only write when one feels some subject is of good writability.
I'm sort of torn which way to go. I think we should do a survey and go with the majority unless of course the standing representative opts to vote against the people, after all, isn't that the American way?
Oh, I do see one major fallacy with this plan. It would seem my reading audience is somewhat slim. (My advertising budget has been low.)
Well, feel free to post your vote. :)
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