Colin-oscopy

Here is the very short version and some more pictures. At some point I will force you to sit through the long version, but not today.

The gist is this: last Friday, June 4th, we were chosen by a birth mom to be the adoptive parents for her baby boy. She was due on the 28th. To say we were happy is putting it mildly. It wasn't much time to prepare, but we felt we were more than up to the task. So when we got a call barely a week later telling us she was in labor, we were not prepared in the least. We hadn't even started telling people yet (which is why you didn't know). We ran around like crazy people for the next couple of days, and yesterday morning we brought him home. We named him Colin and he mostly sleeps all the time, which is really very strange. But Harrison seems to like him ok so far and things are great. We are beside ourselves with joy. And some shock. It might take a few days for it to all sink in. We have two boys??

Here are some more photos for your viewing pleasure. If they don't please you, I recommend punching yourself in the eye.

That is a little boy very angry at being photographed without his pants on. Such modesty.


Brothers!


I caught him mid sneeze!


I'm pretty sure that is his "Stop taking pictures of me already" face.



So there you have it. All the pictures we are ever gonna take.

For those of you who are mad that this is the first you have heard about it, I apologize. I was going to be awesome and send out personalized emails in silver envelopes, but there is just so much baby to hold, and 3-year-old to entertain and icecream to eat. I hope you can forgive me.

And thanks to the well wishers and those who have offered to watch Harrison, which I will totally take you up on once he is no longer sick. You guys are nice and I like you a whole heck of a lot.

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I don't have the energy or brain function to write, so I am going to let my pictures do the talking. You will have to make up your own words to the story:



Richard is going to be so mad at me for posting that picture of him. Please don't tell him, ok? It wasn't our most photogenic moment.

And Buzz will be pretty mad about that one. The top of his head is cut off!

Well, there you have it. I couldn't have made things any clearer or more comprehensive if I had written you all a 12 page, double spaced, fill-in-the-blanks letter.

sincerely,

Elesa

Yakkity Schmakkity

One of the best things about being a mom is being able to say things like:
"You are going to have to use your fork if you can't stop putting mashed potatoes in your ears."
In what other social interactions do you get to say stuff like that to people?



I usually stay in Harrison's bedroom with him until he is alseep. I probably shouldn't. He's old enough to fall asleep on his own and he probably needs to, but it means I get to sit quietly in a comfy chair and read while he's dozing off. And it is often so much easier to read until he is asleep than try to convince him it is ok if I leave.

Sometimes he lets me leave if I sing to him, so I figured I would give that a try tonight. I sat down next to his bed, tucked him all nicely in and said "Do you want me to sing you a song?"

His tiny little hand reached up and I thought he was going to lovingly pat my cheek to say yes, so I started to ask what song he wanted when I suddenly realized he wasn't patting my cheek, he was covering my mouth. If that isn't a clear answer I don't know what is. A "No, thank you" would have been sufficient. Is that why he lets me leave after I sing? just to shut me up?



I made bread today. The very first time I have ever made bread all by myself. And I learned a few things.

  1. It is not nearly as much work as I thought it would be. Yes, my kitchen is a mess (but let's be honest, it was a mess before), but it isn't like I had to slave away in it all day. Most of the time you are just letting the dough rise, during which you are free to throw rotten food at the cats in your backyard, learn another language, or just stand by your sink and drink water for a while.
  2. My $20 stand mixer from Walmart is a piece of cow pucky. It is basically just a hand mixer that can be snapped into a stand. And it has been nice because we have the same model mixer without the stand, so our beaters are interchangeable which is good since one of them ended up in the garbage disposal last week. And it came with dough hooks, but after beating the dough for a few minutes today it started to smell like the motor was burning up and there were flames and stuff, but I just ignored because I am fireproof. I was using the mixer without the stand, but someone called during the critical dough mixing time, so I snapped it into the stand so it could mix while we could talked about poop and stuff, but while we were chatting the mixer popped off the stand and went jumping wildly across the countertop.
  1. My bread still turned out great. Really good. How do you not just eat a whole loaf of bread strait out of the oven?
  2. Making bread makes me feel awesome. It helps that my husband thinks it is about the best thing since Star Trek toys. I finally feel like a woman!