April 23, 2014

If You Wouldn’t Ask It About a Boob Job, Don’t Ask It About Adoption

April 23, 2014
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I don’t much care if you breastfed your kid until they started kindergarten, or if you fed them formula from day one. I don’t really care if you turned your infant car-seat forward-facing prior to age 2, or if you homeschool, or if you send your kids to daycare while you go to work. Do you cosleep? Did you circumcise your son? I DON’T CARE. Do you babywear? Push your kid around in a stroller? Use a leash for your kid at Disneyland? Whatever. Good for you.

When it comes to issues of motherhood, there is one issue I care about: some kids don’t have one. All of these petty wars about the choices of capable, loving mothers is just a lot of white noise to me, Quite honestly, I’m often astonished at the non-essential parenting issues I see moms getting their panties in a wad about. Particularly when there are so many kids in this world not being parented at all.

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— Kristen Howerton, Rage Against the Minivan (via bringinghomebebe)

February 13, 2014
fosterhood:

[#Spon] Sponsored Post- This post is paid for by the Ad Council. All opinions are my own.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a perfect foster and adoptive parent. Prove it, you say?  You need an example? Clearly you’re new around here. Perhaps my one-day ‘baby-wearing’ attempt will shed some light.
What is baby-wearing? It’s THE marker of perfect parenting in the walking city of New York.  Baby-wearing is also a euphemism for tying a baby to your chest and pretending like he LOVES it, you LOVE it and it’s bringing you both to new heights of mother-child intimacy. The bigger and heavier your baby is, the more perfect you are!
I’m sure you can tell from the photo above that Julian, my foster son and I were in baby bonding bliss on this 97 degree day. Uhmm, not at all. We were miserable. The neck was too lose.  He didn’t like having his legs confined and the sweat, Oh the sweat.  We were soaked. I tried at least. 
Fortunately I didn’t wait around the rest of my life to become perfect in order to spend some time parenting this little guy.  We had our rough patches (bottles every two hours on the dot, yes sir!) but I like to think that I was his perfect parent. There are thousands of children in foster care who would be happy to be part of your family. Check them out at http://www.AdoptUSKids.org.  No, seriously, go to http://www.AdoptUSKids.org right now and don’t plan on getting any work done for the rest of the day.  People just like you and I have visited the website and now over 21,000 kids have been adopted -there are more than 31,000 kids waiting still. I have to confess, I looked at the photolists for quite a few years before taking the plunge.  Now I wonder, why did I wait so long?
What’s taking YOU so long?
http://twitter.com/AdoptUSKids
http://www.facebook.com/AdoptUSKids
(and needless to say, reblog and retweet away!)

fosterhood:

[#Spon] Sponsored Post- This post is paid for by the Ad Council. All opinions are my own.

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a perfect foster and adoptive parent. Prove it, you say?  You need an example? Clearly you’re new around here. Perhaps my one-day ‘baby-wearing’ attempt will shed some light.

What is baby-wearing? It’s THE marker of perfect parenting in the walking city of New York.  Baby-wearing is also a euphemism for tying a baby to your chest and pretending like he LOVES it, you LOVE it and it’s bringing you both to new heights of mother-child intimacy. The bigger and heavier your baby is, the more perfect you are!

I’m sure you can tell from the photo above that Julian, my foster son and I were in baby bonding bliss on this 97 degree day. Uhmm, not at all. We were miserable. The neck was too lose.  He didn’t like having his legs confined and the sweat, Oh the sweat.  We were soaked. I tried at least. 

Fortunately I didn’t wait around the rest of my life to become perfect in order to spend some time parenting this little guy.  We had our rough patches (bottles every two hours on the dot, yes sir!) but I like to think that I was his perfect parent. There are thousands of children in foster care who would be happy to be part of your family. Check them out at http://www.AdoptUSKids.org.  No, seriously, go to http://www.AdoptUSKids.org right now and don’t plan on getting any work done for the rest of the day.  People just like you and I have visited the website and now over 21,000 kids have been adopted -there are more than 31,000 kids waiting still. I have to confess, I looked at the photolists for quite a few years before taking the plunge.  Now I wonder, why did I wait so long?

What’s taking YOU so long?

http://twitter.com/AdoptUSKids

http://www.facebook.com/AdoptUSKids

(and needless to say, reblog and retweet away!)

December 15, 2013
"This leaf is purple if you use your imagination. (*squints at leaf*) It’s not working. Maybe I need a different leaf."

— I love this girl.

December 6, 2013

fishingboatproceeds:

to-witness-my-fitness:

sandandglass:

Diane Ravitch on The Daily Show. 

Ravitch is the queen. If only the government would listen…

We would also address poverty directly. We would increase the minimum wage and make post-secondary education cheap or free, and we’d improve improve unemployment benefits and offer free job-training to the unemployed. 

Poverty is one of the few social ills where throwing money at the problem really does seem to work.

These are not radical, liberal ideas. In fact, in Europe most of them are associated with the more conservative parties, and many of them were associated with the American Republican party in the 80s. But the United States’s political climate is so different from anywhere else in the industrialized world that I fear we will just continue to get farther behind in education (and in % of people living in poverty) until we decide to make some big domestic investments.

December 6, 2013

They had hot cocoa for the first time today. They were overjoyed.

December 1, 2013
6 Months

That makes this officially our longest placement ever, though the last time they were with us, it was about 5 3/4 months. They’re the two most wonderful beings in the world, and I hate how difficult their lives have already been. 

I keep thinking about the end of that last placement. It was this time of year, 2011, and they both had colds. He woke up one night upset, and I sat there for ages with him in my lap, his cheek on my shoulder. They were two years old.

The judge sent them back.

I can’t tell you what a mix of joy and anger and fear I felt when they came home to us. And now, here we are again, planning for a court date and Christmas simultaneously. 

Ah, the fosterlife.

December 1, 2013
"My head didn’t have a turn yet."

— Her, explaining why she hit the plastic ball off the tee with her head instead of her bat.

December 1, 2013
"You wouldn’t like us when we’re angry."

— Her reply, when I asked them to share the Hulk gloves.

September 30, 2013

How do we do this foster care thing? How do we keep going?

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