Don't Stand on the Dog

The only blip in our otherwise wonderful family vacation last week was that Ri became sick on the flight down and the threw-up all over herself and me. As I saw it happening, I instinctively put my hands out to catch it, pickle chunks and all. While not so funny at the time, we have since laughingly retold the story to family and friends. My aunt Ellen asked if I could have imagined myself sitting on a plane holding my kid’s puke 4 years ago. Umm, “NO!”

Of course, lots of things are different now.

Before I was the mommy...

I rolled my eyes when seated near a small child on an airplane or in a restaurant. Now I am so much more empathetic toward the parents. If I’m ever seated near child on a plane who becomes sick like mine did, I hereby vow not to be disgusted and look away, but to jump up and ask the flight attentendant to bring towels and garbage bags ASAP. I thank you kind lady who was seated across the aisle from us.

I did not know the words to Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.

I had never said “Honey don’t stand on the dog, it’s ouchy for him”.

I had never held a conversation about the color and frequency of poop.

I had never been asked to explain why the sky was blue, the dog was yellow or any of the other thousand questions I’m asked on a daily basis.

I did not know who the Backyardigans or Wonder Pets were nor could I sing their theme songs.

I had never been used as a human Kleenex.

Most importantly, I didn’t truly know the depth of love and joy that being the mommy and having a family would bring into my life.

I just have one question: Why can’t they ever throw-up on the Daddy? =)

There's nothing like a makeover

In between business trips, birthday parties & vacations I've been working with a blog designer to give us a new look. You know, something that a was a little more me.

I'd love to hear what you think! Please leave a comment if you get a chance.

Where did the month go?

Things have been very quiet on the adoption front lately. We just continue to wait and pray for the right baby.

However, April has been a busy month on the home front. Ri celebrated her 3rd birthday with a puppy party. If you know her, then you know she eats, sleeps and breathes puppies. The party was a blast, but I can't believe my baby is 3! At her check-up, we found out that she is over the 97 th percentile on height, but right at the 50 th on weight. Her tall slim frame makes her look so much older than she is.

We also just returned from a fantastic family vacation to Siesta Key, Fl. If you haven't been there before, I highly recommend it. The sand is 99% pure quartz giving it the consistency of powdered sugar and best of all it never heats up. Ri definitely inherited our love of the water. She spent the entire week playing in the pool at our condo & at my aunt's house as well as stomping sand castles up and down the beach.

She however, did not inherit our love of boats (yet). My uncle took us on a boat tour of Sarasota Bay. Ri loved the idea and was very excited to "pick out a boat" when we arrived at the marina. Unfortunately her excitement didn't last. After a stop at the beach, Ri let us know she was done. "PARK THIS BOAT!" "I WANT OFF THIS BOAT!" Later that night, she told us the boat was too "splashy and loud".

It could be a long summer at the cottage if she doesn't warm up to boats. :)