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! 

Sometimes all a girl needs to feel better...

...is a new pair of pink, fuzzy slippers...

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.

Prompt:
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 it...my feelings about my little girl.

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

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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.

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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.

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...

xoxox

When goats attack

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 giggle...in fact it's still making me laugh.

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