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Philly Area mom, Life forever changed by adoption

No more caged little monkey

Since our little monkey fully mastered getting both in and out of her crib, it was time to let it go.

Apparently, I’m the only one with an emotional attachment to the crib. At least my husband has obliged me and simply says okay when I tell him to make room in storage for this because I refuse to ever part with it ever ever.
Thankfully, another family with 4 kids didn’t share the same emotional attachment to their boys’ old bunk beds which thanks to Craigslist are now ours.
We told our little monkey she could only peek up the ladder but not climb on the top bunk, a rule that got tossed out in about an hour despite Ashlyn’s frustration with sharing. 
Bunk beds are so very exciting. 
For some reason, not having 4 walls around her (even though they did not keep her in in any way, shape, or form) made staying in bed…well…nearly impossible. It took a skipped nap and a whole lot of “now, stay in bed!”s to get to this point.
Today, this mama adapted. I refuse to let bunk beds end napping.
It eventually got to this. One more time out of bed, and you’re back in a crib.

Success. 
And, joy all around at the changes happening here. Evan inherited a couch for his room — something I just sorta whipped up with a $5 toddler bed yard sale purchase from Saturday morning and shams and pillows and a comforter cover we had extras of. 
If you can’t find me this summer, go look in Evan’s room. 

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I’m done for

When she came downstairs yesterday when she should have been napping, I thought one of the big kids had gotten her out.

When she came in my bed at 6:15 this morning when everyone else was sleeping, I knew I was done for.

Wonderful.

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"That’s my mommy!"

Every weekday, we parade to the bus stop. Usually with me pushing an empty stroller and 4 kids running circles around me. We always seem to rush there…and then wait.

There’s another family there with a little one in tow, younger than Lyds but a little bit bigger. And, Lydia has always liked her. “Where’s C?” “I see C!” always smiling at her antics.

Over the last couple months though, we’ve seen the instigator side of C. She is so stinkin’ cute, people, but she likes to push buttons. Her mommy knows it firsthand and is already wondering what the teenage years are going to be like. Oh boy.

C likes to put her hands on Lydia’s stroller and say, “My stroller!” which of course makes Lydia angry and yell back and a big ole toddler scene ensues. Ya’ll are no strangers to that scene, no doubt.

Lately, C has started something new. She comes right up to me, hugs my legs, looks at Lydia and says, “That’s my mommy!”

Uh oh. Not good.

(nervous laughter)

Lydia screaming, pushing, hanging on to whatever part of my leg she can grab around C’s grip.

“It’s okay, Lydia. I’m your mommy. C’s mommy is right over there. It’s okay. You tell C, ‘Your mommy is over there. This is my mommy.'”

C’s mother usually then picks her up and tries to distract her a bit. And, Lydia is all irritated and flustered for a good 15 minutes afterwards.

On Tuesday, Lydia was particularly flustered because Grammy was here, and C claimed Grammy too.

I’ve noticed that Lydia’s thinking about this more and more beyond those 15 minutes. Today, when I told her it was almost time to go get Drew off the bus, she told me, “But, Mommy, remember C is going to say, ‘That’s my Mommy!’ [in her baby voice]”

“I know that makes you upset. If she does do that, Lydia, what would be something you could say back to her?”

To which she responded…loudly…”YOU’RE CRAZY, C!!!!”

Well, I guess that works.

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Love your neighbor

when they give your daughter a horse 2/3 her size

that causes her to gasp with joy when she saw it for the first time and every time after that 

that she names Mei Mei and insists on doing everyday life with.
Do you think it comes alive when we leave the room and tells the other toys stories about how it was passed down from a 15 year old who no longer played with her to a 3 year old who can’t get enough of her but sits on her and pulls her tail?
It’s possible.

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