Philly Area mom, Life forever changed by adoption
Are you considering adoption? Looking for an agency? I’d love to talk to you more about our own. And, I have a piece posted on We Are Grafted In today with a list of questions to ask adoption agencies when you are trying to decide which agency to use for an international adoption. Go check it out, and let me know here or there what you think. Are there any other questions you would add to the list?
Have you ever tried playing hangman with a 4 year old who can’t read?
I think Lydia thought we were all a bit crazy. We got on a big wagon with a bunch of other families and headed out to a field full of trees that essentially looked all the same, fussed about which one was just right, then cut it down, had it tied up skinny, paid a lot of money for it, put in on our car, put it in our living room, put lights on it and all sorts of decorations. What in the world is all this about?
Ahhh….this is what we do every year, my dear Lydia. Welcome.
Growing up, we had a grandmother and grandfather who had a great idea that sorta grew probably way beyond what they thought it would. They made big felt advent calendars with pockets for each day in December for their grandchildren. But, as you can imagine, the number of their grandchildren grew and grew and grew. My grandfather had 4 daughters of his own who had, oh, just a few kids and my grandmother had 3 kids who gave her 5 grandchildren. They ended up making these calendars and filling their pockets each year for, I think, 20 kids.
On the 2nd day of Christmas, Nanma and Grandaddy gave to me…a notepad with a nifty cardboard pen for the three older kids and a little fork and spoon set for Lydia complete with teeny chopsticks.
On the 3rd day of Christmas, Nanma and Grandaddy gave to me…a silly bandz necklace with mini silly bandz.
On the 5th day of Christmas, Nanma and Grandaddy gave to me…parachute Toy Story figures and a Mickey Mouse sticker.
Stay tuned to see what is coming up…
And, only a few mishaps so far with Lydia sneaking in and unwrapping Ashlyn’s #17 and #19. And, she totally knew she was doing something wrong. What a stinker.
