September 30, 2011

Brusha brusha brusha...

As part of our dealings with Pie's issues, our speech therapist suggested we get her an electric toothbrush. We're slowly trying to address some sensory stuff and this was the first step. Some days she loves it, other days not so much. Either way she looks super cute using it.

September 29, 2011

I'm going to tell you a secret...

I am SO happy and beyond excited for my bloggy friends who have recently had babies, and those who are cooking some right now (Jackie and Emily, I'm looking at you). So happy and excited. probably guessed that wasn't the secret. The secret is that I'm also completely and totally, to the bottom of my soul, envious. And not just a little jealous. {hangs head in shame}

It's so petty. And I hate that I can't just be purely happy and excited. I makes me feel like a real jerk.

I think I have trouble with it because the part of infertility that I struggle with the most is the lack of control. We can't have a conversation about trying for another baby and then actually try to any happy result. We are at the mercy of others. And even more so at the mercy of our finances. We simply can't afford to pay an agency. And that really sucks.

Pie is the light of my life. My heart. The greatest thing I have ever done or will do is being her mom. So if she is destined to be an only child, she is an exceptional one to have. But that doesn't stop me from wanting her to have siblings, wanting to have more little feet running through my house.

I'm not sure I've ever fully finished grieving for the family I thought I would have. So I continue to struggle, and I continue to have stupid jealousies.

But I really an happy and excited for my friends. I can't wait for more squishy babies to be around. If there aren't more for me, I can't think of many more people I'd want it for than J and E.

September 28, 2011

Wordless Wednesday {Rooster Wrestling}

That should teach that rooster to mouth off...

September 27, 2011

The Daily Pie

I think I've talked about this before...but since I went back to work, my darling husband has taken a picture of Pie every day and sent them to me so I can see her while I'm away. He's been working forever on getting them all up on a website so that friends and family can have access too.

He finished last night and we've been marveling at how much our sweet girl has grown. Check it out...

@ 2 weeks...
@ 6 months... 
@ 1 year... 
@ 18 months... 
@ 20 months (yesterday)... 

Crazy right? I can't believe she'll be 2 in a few short months!!

September 26, 2011

Lions and tigers and panda bears...oh my

Husband, Pie and I went on a big adventure to the zoo with Big Sister and her family. I think Pie and her cousin E were having a little trouble understanding that the animals were real. Pie would jump when the animals would move or make noises. I can't wait to take them back and see how they do.

This elephant really freaked Pie out. It was just hanging out having a snack, but scared her like crazy.
She was crazy excited in the bird house. Silly love kept trying to grab the birds foolish enough to come close to her. 
And here she is looking at the giraffes....this was her face for just about all the animals though. She just couldn't figure out what was happening.
...and here are the giraffes. The darker one in front is the daddy. Sadly, I didn't get a good pic of the baby. 
And here's the sweet baby panda. It was snacking and running and climbing. So cute. I could have spent the whole day watching.
And this little cutie was mesmorized! 

September 22, 2011

Sometimes all a girl needs to feel better... a new pair of pink, fuzzy slippers...

September 21, 2011

OAR #29 {Favorite}

As with all of these prompts you don't have to be involved in adoption to comment or ask questions. To see more answers, click over to Production, Not Reproduction's site here.

I thought it could be fun to do an open mic style roundtable. Our group is growing and a lot of us haven't "met" each other yet. So point us to a favorite post on your blog. It doesn't even need to be about adoption. And tell us a little bit about why you picked the one you did.

Response:I chose this post because although it doesn't get into adoption all that deeply, it does summarize my feelings about feelings about my little girl.

Originally posted here 11/18/2010. It's all still true.


I stare at her. And, yes, my mother did teach me it was rude. But I cannot help it.

I stare and try to memorize every curve of her face, every line, crease, patch of rosy skin. I stare and I see nothing of myself, nothing of Husband. There is not a trace of my mouth, not a hint of his eyes. There are no discussions about the hair color that was passed down from this grandmother or the funny toenail that came from that uncle. We don't know those things.

I stare and I see nothing of myself, nothing of Husband. I see her bio dad's face and her bio mom's coloring. I see all of her ethnicities shining through. They are not ethnicities that we share with her. They are hers and hers alone.

I stare and I see everything important of mine and everything important of Husband's. I see the crinkle in her nose when Husband makes her laugh. I see her hands and feet fling with joy when I come home from work. I see the trust, the peace, the love in her eyes. I see the reflection of my absolute adoration all over her face.

I stare and I see my daughter.


September 20, 2011

Germs have invaded...

...and Pie, Husband and I are fighting the good (albeit stuffy) fight. Regular programming will resume as soon as I can breathe through my nose again.

September 16, 2011

Flashback Friday {College}

Yup...this is me in college. Just drink it in for a minute. Savor all of the 90s goodness captured here.

Giant hair, check. Big eyebrows, check. Overalls, embarassingly check. About a dozen earrings, got those too. Man I was a fashion plate.

Updated to new FF host...

Hope you all have a great weekend. Maybe go find yourself some overalls. I'm totally bringing them back...


September 15, 2011

When goats attack

September 14, 2011

My train of thought needs a new conductor...

Let me set the scene for you...

Pie has been bathed, squished by Dada, had her milk, read her books and we're having a lovely little snuggle in her rocking chair before she goes down for the night....

ME (to myself): Whooo...someone is being a tooty monster. I've got a little dutch oven action happening here. (she was tooting and when she moved it would come out the neck of her pjs. right where I happened to be)

ME (also to myself): I wonder if it's called a dutch oven when it's a baby...

ME (continuing the self conversation): Probably not. I bet with babies it's a dutch easy bake oven.

...and scene....

Now I've warned you before that I have the sense of humor of a teenage boy, this is a perfect example. I laughed about this all night long. Every time I thought about it, I'd fact it's still making me laugh.

I hope you will all stay with me through this terrible admission. Here name is Sara and I usually think toot jokes are funny...

September 13, 2011

20 Months

My Darling Girl....

Yesterday you were 20 months old. 20! 20? Let's just think about that for a moment...there's a 2 in front of that number. You are a mere 4 months away from being 2 years old. How did this happen?! I swear it was just last week you were just a chunky little lump-o-baby.

Yes...I'm talking about you. You there, standing so sweetly in front of the blinds you have so lovingly destroyed since you became mobile. Slow down already, would ya?!

Despite my wishing you wouldn't do it so quickly, you are growing up. And this past month has been a doozy. You started speech therapy and started wearing your eye patches. The therapy is going really well so far and I'm so happy that's the decision we made. And the patches are okay, but you certainly know when it's time to take them off and don't tolerate them for much longer after that.

You are also coming into your crazy. You are a nutty, quirky, absolutely hilarious little girl. Not a day passes that you don't bring Dada and me to tears with some random shenanigans. You are a dyed in the wool goofball. like to hang out in strange places...  
...and sometimes you like to be a robot...or maybe a bird in a cage...we're not sure. Either way it cracks us up.

 ...and jumping is your scene. If you could jump all day long you would. And you're quite good at it if I do say so myself. But even the jumping makes us laugh. Every time you come across a new surface, you have to jump on it to check for bounciness. It's like your toddler version of putting everything in your mouth to learn about you have to jump on everything....and I mean everything.

...and sometimes that jumping makes Mama's stomach are fearless.

...and yes, sweet Pie, that "hat" looks great on you. 

Dada and I love you more than words can say, more than arms can squeeze, more than all the stars in the sky. 


September 12, 2011

10 years ago but it seems like yesterday

Can't think of anything to say beyond that we're thinking of everyone affected by this day...and to share some pictures I took a long time ago...

September 9, 2011

I can use a laugh. You?

It's Friday...and despite being the end of a short week, I'm beat. So I thought you could maybe use a laugh. I know I can.

These are just a few of the things I have pinned on my Ha board in pinterest. If you want to check me out there just click the pretty red button...

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If you happen to know the source of any of the uncredited pics, just let me know so credit can go where it's due.

Hope you all have an amazing weekend.