New Law

There's a new law that goes into effect July 1st. All kids under the age of 8 or 4 foot 9 inches tall need to be in a booster seat.

I seriously have a problem with this law. Where are my rights as a parent? If I as a parent think my child doesn't have to be in a booster at 8 years old I should have a right not to put them in one. Why do I need the government to tell me how to raise my child? Bad enough I need them in my life determining how fit I am adopt a child and now they are making decisions for me too?

What about my sister who's barely 4 foot 11 inches tall. She's barely 4 foot 9 by the time she was in the 7th grade. So she's suppose to be in a booster seat at the tender age of 13 because her genetics place her in the short group?

I have so many issues with this. I will not force my child to be in a booster seat when he is 8. The government needs to spend less time trying to tell us American's what we can and can't do by all these laws and spend more time trying to create jobs.

And so it begins

What's with this? I dropped off our paperwork on Friday and I'm already itching to buy stuff. We going international this time around. We know our next child will be over a year (and under 3) by the time we bring he/she home. So why do I feel the urge to go out and by everything in sight? Clothes, shoes, toys, and we haven't even started the homestudy yet! I figured this time around would be different. The first time we knew we'd be placed with an infant. So we needed bottles, bibs, onesies, car seat, a stroller, toys, wipes, changing table, high chair and many other things. This time we don't need all that. Ok maybe diapers. We have 2 car seats (one in each car and can easier use the 2nd one for our future child).

I found myself asking Daddy if we can buy a shelf for our next child. Of course he gave me 'the look'. Which is the look I got the last time we were waiting and wanted to buy everything under the sun.

Hopefully I can hold myself back and not buy anything until we're matched. :)

Potty advice from a toddler

Little Man and I were getting ready to leave so we could stop by our adoption agency and drop off our formal application for adoption #2. (EEEEEeeeee!!!)

Little Man went potty first and I told him to throw his pull up (he had just woken up from a nap) away while I go to the bathroom. He happily runs out of the bathroom and then yells...

'Don't forget to hold your wee-wee down!'

Um...we'll need to have an anatomy lesson when he's older. ;)

Who are you?

My blog is semi private. Semi meaning it's not posted out there in internet land and it's not private where you need to give me your email address to have access to read.

I can see who logs and reads my blog. I know who each isp name belongs too.

Except one. It's ISP is unknown and this scares me. Why must you be unknown? What are you hiding? I don't mind you reading my blog but I'd like to know about you too.

I see you were on yesterday at 8:19pm. On the 23rd you were on at 9:15pm. June 22nd you were on at 7:01pm, the 21st at 8:51am (I feel honored you were bored enough at work to be reading my blog). On the 20th you were on twice at 12:03 pm (I'm thinking you were on lunch that day) and 4:54pm.

I'll stop there. You get the drift. So please post a comment and introduce yourself. I won't post it. I'd just like to know who you are so when I see the unknown ISP I can think to myself 'Hey that's Jane!' or 'Aw, Barb was on today. I hope she had a great day.'

Thanks in advance.

2 weeks 1 day

I'm in denial. In 2 weeks and 1 day Little Man turns 3. 3!! Where is the time going?

As sad as I am that my baby, turned toddler, is on his way to be a little boy, I am ecstatic that God has placed this precious child in our care. Words can't discribe how happy he makes us (and sometimes frustrates us). Watching him grow, he can walk around the bed and see over it vs us only being able to see the top of his head. Watching him learn many different things. He loves to watch car shows on TV with Daddy and asked me yesterday if the show I was watching were building cars. Sorry, nope, they were making a cake.

He is now in the 'I do it!' phase. Pulling down his underwear, putting it on. Brusing his teeth, hair, picking out his clothes and putting his stuffed animals on his bed.

Speaking of his stuffed animals this is where I the mom come in. He's turning into me. How can I put this lightly. He's getting...picky. For example, I HAVE to make my and Jeff's bed. The sheets have to be even on each side, no bumps or anything sticking up. The blankets have to be put on one by one and again even on each side. When I go to bed everything has to be...'perfect'. The sheets, the blankets and my pillow. I don't know how but that is rubbing off on Little Man. I tucked him in bed, gave him a kiss and hug (and he in turn) and walked out. A few seconds later he was screaming. I run in and he cries 'The blanket is messy. Fix it!' Oh, oh. I've created a monster. This hasn't happened once but a few times.

I also love when I start singing he chimes in. It's fun listening him try to sing what I'm singing. I love it when he makes up his own songs.

The itsy bitsy spider...is scary...down come the rain...

I about lost it with that song. Yes spiders are scary.

Now...I better hurry up and figure out what I'm going to do for his birthday cake.

It's been awhile

Wow, I really haven't been writing much, have I? Honestly the past few weeks I haven't felt like writing. Just a lot going on. Frustrations with Daddy and the job market and the lovely economy were in.

I do have some news to share.

First, it's looking like Daddy may be going back to school. He may do this program through this school here in the Cities our friend is going through. I will definitely keep you all posted on that.

Second, next week I will be mailing out the formal application for our 2nd adoption. Eeeee!!! I'm so excited and scared. We are going to do what we did the first time and take our time with our homestudy. We should be approved by the end of the year. Daddy also been getting lots of hours from Cabela's which is helping in saving up for the homestudy. It's nice we can pay cash for that and not have to figure that into our loan. I'm eager to start the homestudy because then we can apply for grants. And by the time we're done with the homestudy Daddy should be done with the program and maybe have a full time job. Who knows.

Keep us in your prayers.

BTW, Daddy was a daughter and Little Man wants a brother. Sigh...I just want another child to love.

Pondering a thought

I was in a meeting today at work. It was held in the auditorium which is by the dining area. The dining area was full of residents there to listen to a gal and guy play music. They both come once a week and do a set for about an hour or so.

Well during the meeting they started playing and singing. I should have listened to my meeting but a thought struck me...what kind of people will come and sing at a nursing home when our generation is there?

Will they be pumping out songs by The Black Eyed Peas, Snoop Dog, and Alicia Keys instead of polka and yodeling? Instead of swing dancing will they make room for break dancing? (Can you see the ambulances lining up at the front for all those broken hips?) Instead of having movies ranging from Guys and Dolls to Casablanca, would they have American Pie, Ocean's Eleven, or even Hangover?

Instead of writing letters to your friends would each room have a computer so the residents could get on Facebook? Would some be blogging about nursing home life? To help residents stay be more enjoyable and comfortable, instead of magazines would they suggest they surf the web or IM their former college roommate who happens to be down the hall but can't get out of bed? Would a new activity involve a Wii and a few controllers?

Would half the men still have their pants down by their knees and it's not because they are old?

Instead of having to charge $2 a day to use the phone will everyone bring their new and updated cell phone and call family that way? Would their cell phone work as a call button and they'll be able to press a button and it'll go straight to the nurses desk? Would they be too busy text messaging their best friend at the assisted living to pay attention to what's going on in their care conference? Would they Tweet how much the care conference sucked and they just want to go home?

Time will tell but I find it very interesting how our generation will be in another 30 - 40 years.