Every day the wonderful happens…

and I'm here to blog about it.

So You’re Saying KAAN Starts TOMORROW? July 28, 2011

Filed under: KAAN,mommy brain — Elizabeth @ 3:46 PM

As in Friday?  As in this Friday?  Like tomorrow?

Ohhhhhh, okay.

This was my thought when I woke up this morning.  And last night, when my husband asked me if I was excited about going, I wondered why everybody kept talking to me about it when it wasn’t until the weekend, which is…..oh yeah–tomorrow.

I think I mentally lost a day this week because on Tuesday, I was busy with the semi-annual event that every mother dreads, the “My Kid is Puking on the Leather Couch-a-thon”—brought to me by Matthew.  And of course, not to be outdone, Isaac (who wasn’t sick at all) violently choked on his last bite of dinner that night, which resulted in him vomiting his entire meal back up onto his dinner plate.

Hello $10/pound Alaskan salmon.  While I have heard that salmon like to swim upstream, that really took the cake.

And you know when you’re a mom, you can never just go out of town.  You have to set the entire household up for success while you’re gone and then as an afterthought, you throw a toothbrush in a paper bag and run out the door.

So in between teaching 4 water aerobics classes today, I need to make sure that there is enough food here for everybody to eat healthy, well-balanced meals while I’m gone.  With all of Isaac’s allergies, running by Chik-Fil-A isn’t an option anymore, and as much as I love Jason, I can’t imagine that he will be thumbing through the vegan cookbooks looking for culinary adventures to be had.

I should really decide what to wear, which is always stressful.  Something to offset my eyebrows, I’m thinking.  There is a “gala” Saturday night, and the word gala makes me want to call all of both of my girlfriends and say, “well what are YOU gonna wear”, but I don’t know anyone else who will be at the gala.  And that wouldn’t make a difference anyway, because let’s face it, I’ve got about 2 options, so it will be one or the other.

Let’s not forget, I am also involved in several heated Words with Friends matches, so I have to stay on top of that.

Also on the agenda: decide which sessions to go to.  Now I have really taken initiative here.  Last night, I looked at the schedule and picked my top 2 for each time slot.  Birth parents, white privilege, dual citizenship, cultural connections, politics of identity–how will I ever choose??

Also, do you think it would be weird for me to bring my netbook in the sessions to take notes on?  I can type so much faster than I can write.  For years now, I have only handwritten grocery lists and about 2-3 checks/month.  And if I try to write more than that, my hand curls into a claw and begins to tremor.  But I don’t want the presenters to think I’m just reading The Onion or something while they’re pouring their heart out.  Of course, if I was reading The Onion, I would be snorting and laughing out loud and elbowing my neighbor saying, “you’ve gotta read this!”.  And I would never do that.  I mean I do that to Jason every night at home, but I would never do it at KAAN.

Oh, and I promised the boys that I would make pumpkin muffins.  Also known as mommy-is-deserting-you-for 48-hours-of-grown-up-time-muffins, or guilt-kin muffins, for short.  So I gotta get on that.

And time just keeps getting away from me.  I mean, here I am trying to blog, for goodness sakes, and a child needs a #2 assist in the bathroom that also somehow involves a song with 7 verses called “My Mommy is a Baker”.  Apparently, I can’t even procrastinate in peace anymore.

So I guess there’s nothing left to do but get ready to go.  Well, I better make the guilt-kin muffins–I mean I can’t have my kid singing that his mommy is a baker and not leave him with delectable home baked goods.  That would simply be cruel.

But first I have to administer a smackdown of epic vocabularic proportions on this Words with Friends game……..


Whatnot Wednesday July 27, 2011

Filed under: whatnot — Elizabeth @ 3:59 PM

  • Today’s Whatnot Wednesday is a little late because I thought that I could take 1/2 of a phenergan with iced coffee this morning and it would not have the sedative effect.  I was wrong.  So I finally became lucid around 2 PM, but then realized that my batch of Pioneer Woman iced coffee was almost gone, which meant that if I didn’t make another batch right then that I wouldn’t have any for the next morning, and I had to get that going, because it has to brew for 8 hours and if I didn’t start it now, I would have to stay up really late to work on it.  I tell you what, it’s a full time job just keeping me awake.
  • As for the phenergan, I had a migraine that was making me nauseous.  I don’t take it recreationally–why would I?  All I want to do is sleep anyway.
  • It’s official.  Matthew has now acquired enough English to tattle on me.  I was making dinner the other night and Jason was telling the boys to pick up the massive amount of Duplos in the floor.  Matthew said, “but mommy dumped them out!”.  That’s the last time I try to help you ungrateful kids build the Eiffel Tower out of Duplos, I know that.  (Especially since nobody was excited about it, and they practically cheered when I moved back to my standard position:  butt on couch with laptop in lap).
  • Last week, as we were leaving karate, Isaac was getting upset about something like a gnat in the van.  I said, “Isaac don’t worry–ain’t no thang but a chicken wang.”  He thought that was pretty funny and kept repeating it, but he couldn’t remember the exact saying the next day.  He kept saying, “ain’t no thang……ain’t no thang…..what is it mommy?”.  I gave him a hint:  think of what a chicken uses to fly.  Then he announced, “Ain’t no thang but a chicken feather!”.
  • I have begun to realize that the hotter it gets outside, the more money I am willing to spend on train paraphernalia.  How else can I explain this?
  • I have a strange compulsion.  If someone ever compliments me on my clothes, I blurt out strange things.  Here is an example.  Random person:  I love your jeans.  Me:  Oh, thanks.  Can you believe I got them at an outlet and they were originally $100 but marked down to only $9.99?  Random person:  That’s a great dress.  Me:  Oh my goodness, would you believe I got it off the clearance rack at TJ Maxx?  Why do I always do that?  Am I embarrassed at the few really nice items of clothing I have or am I bragging about my bargain hunting skills?
  • Don’t you hate it when you get a song stuck in your head and you just cannot stop singing it?  Well Matthew has been singing the same song since last December.  Seriously.  He still sings “Deck the Halls” all the time.  And he still thinks the song is about someone named Charlie.  Today at the library, while I was checking our stuff out, he was spinning in a circle singing, “da da da da da da da da Charlie”.
  • Isaac found an old Wiggles CD and he has been listening to it sometimes in his room.  It reminded me of something funny.  At our last house, there were 2 older boys that lived next door, but their cousin (who was about Isaac’s age) was at their house all the time.  Sometimes they would come play in our playroom, and Isaac was in a phase where he just listened to music and danced all the time.  So Isaac would turn on the Wiggles and try to get everyone to join him in dancing, and this little kid (who was super tough at sports) would literally crumple in the floor and sob while Isaac danced around him.  Because the Wiggles music scared him.  And Isaac would get so lost in the music that he wouldn’t even notice.  This might make me a bad person, but I always found it hysterical.

Need to clear your head?  Write your own Whatnot Wednesday post and link up below so that we can all see the randomness that fell out when you rinsed your brain.  Just don’t forget to link back here or grab my button–get your HTML on.


Let’s Pretend Like my Brain isn’t Turning to Mush and Leaking out my Ears July 25, 2011

Filed under: everyday life,huh?,Isaac,mommy brain — Elizabeth @ 5:35 PM

Isaac has a new game.

Hold up, because “game” really implies that this new activity is fun.  Let me start over…..

Isaac has a new annoying habit.

(Bless his heart.)

We’ll call it “Let’s Pretend”.  Now, I am all about some pretend play.  Who doesn’t love pretending?  We do pretend parties multiple times per day, he gives voice to his Thomas trains, I’ve even had to be Sir Topham Hatt and give him orders while he rides his bike.  Heck, I’ve even had to pretend to be Spencer and race him (on foot) while he rides his bike.  This, he asks, of a woman with stress incontinence.

The utter cruelty.

But even that would be preferable to the new game.  I think he came up with it as he has recently discovered his joy of bossing people around teaching people new things.  Either that or he is a demented genius who has been formulating the exact way to drive me over the edge.

We’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume it’s the former.

“Let’s Pretend” started out innocently enough.  One day while he was playing trains and I was plotting out my Words with Friends strategy, he said, “let’s pretend you don’t know what the Island of Sodor is”.  Now I can’t just sit there stupidly and wait to hear.  I have to inquire in an interested fashion, “Now tell me about this island where all of your trains live,” while he looks down trying to suppress a huge smile.

Actually, it was kind of cute when it started.  He was just wanting me to be more engaging.

But then it got more constant.

Let’s pretend you’ve never seen a turntable.

Let’s pretend you didn’t know that tracks could have hills.

Let’s pretend you don’t know who Cranky is.

(I apologize for all of this in-depth train lingo!)

Okay, fine, the game is rather annoying, but I’ll play along.  Then we had company on Saturday and my child is yelling over the adult conversation:

Let’s pretend you don’t know who Thomas is!  When you hear PEEP PEEP, you ask, “what’s that noise?”.

Let’s pretend you didn’t know trains could talk!  When they talk, you ask, who is that talking!!

Then at dinner (a time when I really couldn’t be any more engaging than I already am–I mean, it’s not like my tortellini is all that interesting)…..

Let’s pretend you’ve never seen honeydew.

Let’s pretend you’ve never tried water.

Let’s pretend you don’t know how to use a fork.

At this point, I am beginning to think that if there is alien life out there, and if they really do abduct people to learn more about the human race, that they would hit the jackpot by abducting Isaac.  He would be able to teach them about everything.  And they wouldn’t even have to pretend!  They don’t know what the Island of Sodor is!  They don’t know what water is!  They would think he’s their captive audience–they don’t have a clue!

Now, I’m not saying I want my kid to be abducted by an alien.  But on the off-chance that he is abducted by aliens, it would be good if they would take him on an afternoon when an “Income Property” marathon is showing on HGTV.  I mean, I might as well get to put the quiet time to good use.

Oh dear.  I think I got off on a tangent there.

So anyway, he started up again today at 6:45 AM.  But throughout the day, he added a twist to the game.

Let’s pretend I don’t know what Wowbutter is.

Let’s pretend I’ve never brushed my teeth.

Let’s pretend I’ve never seen Clifford before.

Then, and I kid you not, after lunch, he plopped down in the living room floor, and his face glazed over into a blank look and said, “Let’s pretend I’ve never done anyfing”.

I played along for a minute, but I didn’t think he was going to settle for anything less than me re-teaching him every skill set he’s acquired over the past 4 and a half years.  Since that wasn’t going to happen, I herded him upstairs for nap time.

He plopped down in the hallway saying, “Let’s pretend I don’t know how to walk”.

{deep breath}

So here’s what I’m thinking.  Let’s pretend we’re trying to lure an alien spaceship to our house.  Let’s pretend that aliens really like to eat Little Debbies…star crunches to be exact.  Let’s pretend that the next time an “Income Property” marathon comes on, we will cover our roof with Star Crunches to lure the aliens in….on the off-chance that they are out trolling for hapless humans to teach them about life on our planet.


Like the High School Cafeteria all Over Again July 24, 2011

Filed under: KAAN — Elizabeth @ 3:47 PM

I’m going to KAAN (the annual conference for the Korean American Adoptee/Adoptive Family Network) in Atlanta this weekend.


On the one hand, I am simply excited to be going–all of the different speakers and activities.  So much to learn!  Not to mention staying in a hotel–by myself!!!  No kids, keeping the TV on all the time, eating in bed.  That’s the life.  (Although in looking at the schedule, I don’t think I’ll be in my room all that much.)

On the other hand, I am kind of terrified.  I don’t really know anyone who will be there!  One person through a Yahoo group gave me her name and told me to say “hi” if I see her.  And then Margie, who used to blog at Third Mom (who to me, is like a celebrity!!) said she was looking forward to meeting me.  But then I think that she had to say that to everybody, because she’s in charge of registration or something.

So now, in addition to trying to decide which sessions I’m going to attend (there are so many good ones–I have no idea which ones I’ll choose), I’m worrying about walking into the continental breakfast and breaking into a cold sweat as I freak out about where to sit.

On the bright side, now that I have an iphone, even if I’m by myself, I can fiddle with it and pretend like I’m doing something important, even if all I’m really doing is updating my Facebook status or challenging every friend I have to a game of Words with Friends.

I’m worried that Friday night, I’ll be huddled in my room, eating vending machine food, and watching HGTV–not because I want to (although let’s be clear–there is some beauty to that situation!!) but because nobody asked me to dinner and everybody else is having a blast and making lifelong friends and talking about the weirdo with the unkempt eyebrows.

So is anybody else going?  If so, I’m just gonna go ahead and tell you, if you see this person–

you TOTALLY want to sit with her at breakfast.  Yes, her eyebrows are weird and she has a funny accent, but she really is kind of a hoot…..and I hear she writes a killer blog.


It’s Not You, It’s Me July 21, 2011

Filed under: and that's how I feel about that,mommy brain — Elizabeth @ 10:31 PM

This morning got started on the wrong foot from the very beginning.

And I’m not proud of it, but it was pretty much all my fault.

The boys and I came downstairs and they were playing and I sat down to read a few blogs.  When the boys were ready for breakfast, I walked into the kitchen to find that we were somehow already running late (they had summer preschool this morning).

I started making breakfast and Matthew immediately spilled an entire yogurt drink in his lap, which soaked into the fabric of the dining room chair and dripped onto the floor.  I sent him to his room to change out of his wet pajamas and asked him to get dressed.

As I scrubbed the chair cushion, I realized that not only was I angry, but that it was snowballing in my head.  I was ticked that the yogurt got spilled when we were already running late.  I was ticked that the fabric on the cushion is trashed from cumulative spills.  I was ticked at myself because we got rid of his booster seat when he was 3 because we assumed he would grow, and he hasn’t, and he needs a booster seat.  I was ticked that I have a 4 year old small enough to need a booster seat.

I got his breakfast on the table and he still wasn’t down, so I went upstairs to find him still in his yogurt-soaked pajamas, thumbing through a book.

And I was mad about that.

When the boys finally both sat down to eat, I was mad because they wouldn’t stop playing and just eat already.

When we finally got dressed and ready to go, 10 minutes late, it was raining.  The boys quickly got INTO the van, but were being silly and not getting into their seats, which meant I was standing in the rain, barking at them to sit down.  Isaac was wiggling in his seat, dancing, and telling me what song he wanted to hear in the van.  “Okay buddy, but I can’t start the music until you SIT DOWN IN YOUR SEAT, and did I mention that I am getting wet here???”.

I finally got into the driver’s seat and took a deep breath.  All right, I was going to have to be the grown up here…..especially since I’m the grown up, dangit.

“Okay boys, mommy has been very grumpy this morning, and it wasn’t okay.  It wasn’t your fault, and I know I was mean to you, and I’m sorry.  I love you both very much.  Can you forgive me?”

“We forgive you, mama, and we love you”.

As if that wasn’t enough, Isaac threw in, “and now I have forgotten all about it”.

Okay boys, now what song was it that you wanted to hear?



Whatnot Wednesday July 20, 2011

Filed under: whatnot — Elizabeth @ 10:49 AM

  • Back a long time ago, I worked at a place, and at this place there was a man.  The man was called Friday Guy.  Well, at least that’s what my friend and I called him…..but not to his face.  I am convinced that every workplace has a Friday Guy.  He’s the guy who isn’t sure what to talk to you about in the elevator, so when he sees you, he always says stuff like, “only 3 more days til Friday” or “TGIF!!” or “Happy Hump Day, 2 days til Friday”.  Literally, the only interaction we ever had with this guy was for him to tell us where in time we sat in relation to the next upcoming Friday.  Now I don’t really have a workplace but I have found that I still know a lot of “Friday Guys”.  They are all on Facebook now.  They say these things as their status updates.  “Monday again!  I owe, I owe, so off to work I go!” or “TGIF–we gon get crazy tonight, yo!!”.  Which is a little bit helpful, because now that I stay at home with the boys, it does take me a while to figure out what day it is.
  • A couple of weeks ago, Jason was out of town for work.  After the boys went to bed, I was taking the garbage outside and then remembered I needed to wheel the garbage can (which I call a hobo, but my husband says that I’m the only one who calls it that) out to the roadside.  As I walked out to the road, I realized that our outside lights didn’t extend very far and I was walking into the pitch black….in my bare feet.  I started freaking myself out, thinking that I might step on a snake.  Then I started walking faster, and you know how it is when you’re scared and the faster you run, the more scared you are?  Yeah, that’s what was happening to me, and I was getting myself in a tizzy.  As I scampered back to the house, I looked at my minivan in the driveway, and thought to myself, “You drive a minivan for pete’s sake, you need to pull yourself together”, and that calmed me down just fine.
  • At preschool this week, Isaac’s class is learning about the planets.  He made a craft that had all the planets on it, and Jason was asking him if he could name the planets.  He knows some of the names, but not all, and you could tell, he was trying to sound out the words.  Jason pointed to Neptune and Isaac guessed “Nercury??”.
  • I was having the boys clean their toys up in the playroom this week and when they were done, I said, “there, now the playroom is clean”.  Then Isaac looked around and said, “not quite, there’s still poo poo spots everywhere!”.  So if you’re local and you have a steam cleaner, can I borrow it please?
  • I am growing out my eyebrows.  On purpose.  Let me explain.  Sometime, over 4 years ago, when I was plucking my eyebrows, maybe it happened gradually over time, or maybe I just got tweeze happy one day, but I plucked my eyebrows too far in.  Your eyebrow is supposed to be even with the inside of your eye and neither of mine are.  I remember after Isaac was born, I went to get them waxed, and the girl scolded me and told me not to touch them again and to only let her take care of them.  So I did what anybody would do–I never went back and continued to tweeze them myself.  That was 4 years ago.  So now, I am letting them fill in, which is a really bad look.  It’s like growing out your bangs, but worse somehow.  Anytime someone makes eye contact with me, I feel like I want to explain that I’m not ungroomed, I am just growing them out.  But that would be weird, right?
  • Isaac asked me if I could count to infinity and I said, no it’s too high.  He thought about that and said, “yeah, I guess only giants can count to infinity”.
  • I read Matthew a book sometimes called “A Lot of Otters”.  At one point in the book, stars fall from the sky and the otters swim around with them and even taste them.  I asked Matthew what stars taste like and he answered, “sketti”.
  • This sketch was found in Isaac’s notebook:  I {heart} Dad
  • Have a good day–only 2 more days til Friday 🙂

Need to clear your head?  Write your own Whatnot Wednesday post and link up below so that we can all see the randomness that fell out when you rinsed your brain.  Just don’t forget to link back here or grab my button–get your HTML on.


I Miss Him More than Books July 19, 2011

Filed under: adoption thoughts,Matthew,the adjustment — Elizabeth @ 4:19 PM

Last week, I had to take Isaac to an out-of-town appointment with his allergist. We had to leave at 7:30 AM and my aunt was going to keep Matthew (good thing too, because we were at the allergist’s office for 6.5 hours. You can read about that here.)

Anyway, my aunt suggested that Matthew spend the night with her the night before, just for convenience.  I wasn’t sure if he was ready to spend the night away by himself.  I wasn’t sure if this would be a step back for us attachment-wise.  I wasn’t sure how Isaac would feel about it.  Jason and I talked about it.  We asked Isaac his opinion (he went on record saying it was not a good idea because he would miss Matthew too much), and finally we asked Matthew.

It was no surprise that he jumped at the idea.

{Or that he gloated about it, getting in Isaac’s face and saying, “I spend Aunt Chris.  YOU NO COME!!!}

On Tuesday afternoon, when Aunt Chris came to pick him up, he ran off without looking back.  I tried to spend some special time with Isaac by taking him to the library and letting him choose dinner (waffle and fruit!).  As bedtime drew near, Isaac was getting sad because he missed his brother.  I told him, “I know what might cheer you up.  What if Daddy and I BOTH lay down with you and read you books?”.  He hung his head and said, “that won’t work.  I miss him more than books.”

Isaac drew this picture of himself with his Silkie--obviously missing Matthew.

Meanwhile at my aunt’s house, Matthew was getting ready for bed.  We decided to call and tell him good night.  My aunt put the phone on speaker and she said that Matthew got fidgety and nervous when he heard Isaac’s voice.  Then I got on the phone…..and he wouldn’t talk to me.

Because he was doing the silent scream.  The one where he is crying silently, but he is really just drawing in his breath for a really big sob.

At first, I was worried.  Maybe we were traumatizing him for life.  We got off the phone and waited a few minutes, then I had Jason call back to see if we should go pick Matthew up.  But by then, he was fine, and eating chocolate ice cream in a hammock.

Aunt Chris reported that he cried again at bedtime, but also that he was easily comforted.

And I hope this doesn’t sound terrible, but…..I was relieved.  He actually missed us.  He had a normal emotional response about being away from us.  A response that Isaac might have had if he was gone.

Granted, the next evening when I saw him, he barely acknowledged me and tried to push me off the couch because somehow my presence was disturbing his enjoyment of “Little Einsteins”, but I knew.

He loves us.  He really loves us.