Lego Boy

 

Look what he did with all those stray Legos!

 

 

 

Just kidding!  This is at the Lego store in Down Town Disney. They have such cool displays.
Can you imagine the patience of the people who's job it is to build these things?

Why I Will Never Go To The Beach For Spring Break Again

 

 

View to my left......

View to my right...


There were Waaaaay too many people in one small spot of sand for my liking.
It was so hot, I gladly paid 3.00 for a Pepsi.
The Boy will have to get his sand experience in the fall or something.
THAT was crazy. Not again.

Then, you have these things roaming all around.

 

 

What a difference a week makes.

The Chicks and Daffy are just over 2 weeks old now. They have to be the fastest growing animals
known. I swear everyday they double in size and Daffy triples! He was the same size ball of fuzz as the chicks 2 weeks ago. He's kind of left them in the dust now. But the chicks are holding their own.
These guys are so messy. No wonder they call them fouls. They foul their water 100 times a day. All I seems to do is clean their water & feed. I can't wait for the next couple of weeks when the temps finally go UP and they feather out, and out to the coop they go. Then I'll worry about if they are OK all night long.

The crops are coming along nicely. All these plants I've grown under the grow light for the past 6 weeks plus the ones I bought Saturday from the local high school AG dept, should round out our garden nicely. Let's just say we are going to be very heavy on the tomatoes this year.

Let's not forget my small crop of Yorkie. He's not been introduced to the chicks yet. I'm afraid his fierce killer instinct may terrorize them.

And last but certainly not least. A Boy enjoying the not really spring yet weather. But any chance to ride his beloved 4 wheeler. Maybe he can use it to herd the chickens & the Yorkie.

Spring Has Finally Sprung or Kind of

All my newly planted bulbs are coming up! But who knows how long the blooms will last with the weather we are having. One day it was 82 and literally the next it was 40! We seem to be bouncing back and forth like that for the next few weeks.
The most exciting news around here is:   I have Chicks! and not just any ole chicks. They are Araucanas. Or Easter Egg chickens, because they lay colored eggs. Pink,green,blue. Oh, and 1 black duck named Daffy. I bet you can guess who weaseled a duck out of the deal.  I have NO idea how the duck is going to live in the run with the chickens. But right now he seems content to just be a chick in the brooder.

                                                       ( day old chicks)

                                                        ( Here at about 1 week old)

Chick sure grow quick! Everyday I go down to clean up the huge mess they make and you can literally see they've grown over night.

Animal Kingdom Lodge

 

 

 

 

I've wanted to eat at Animal Kingdom Lodge's Boma, forever.Yes,like since I was born.

I weighed 15 lbs more than when I went in, but it was worth every bite. Those Zebra Domes

are to die for. I only showed half my dessert plate, because frankly, I was embarassed that I ate 10 desserts. No, not really. I like to get my money's worth. If you ever have the chance to eat there, go for it.

 

 

 

You haven't been loved, til you've been loved by LK

Me and LK go way back. (if you want to link to his blog, you can do it from the comments)
Over the years it seems as though Lk has mellowed and so have I.
I have nothing to prove anymore. I know the "truth" from both sides. As a good and decent foster*parent and as an *adptive*parent.
Foster*Care sucks in alot of states/counties. I get his anger. I've seen the "system" fail children. But I have also seen birth*parents abandon their children to "the system" in favor of drugs/alcohol/life style choices, whatever. With NO family members willing to take them in. Those children need a family. Do not condemn me for loving and raising one or a twenty of these children, as my own.
I say all that to say this.
LK, whom I have not heard from in over a year ( I guess I've bored even him with my lack of fostering tales) left this comment on my post about None of your business.
So I decided to answer him.


LK said...

Hi D

Are you afraid of anybody finding out the truth?

1:02 AM

D said...

OH, LK, you still love me!
NO, I'm not afraid of anyone "finding out". But nobody goes around asking me to tell them all about the day I conceived or delivered the children I gave birth to. Why are my children who happen to be adopted not treated or respected in the same way?

After I answered him, I thought of this. Is our or their story public domain, to be told on demand?
NO, it's not. It belongs to us & those we choose to share it with.

So We Went On Spring Break

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We never go anywhere over Spring Break. Now I remember why. The traffic is terrible! and the drivers.Oh, don't let me get started.

 We went to the house of the richest Mouse on the planet. Need I say more?

I used lots of sun screen. So I didn't come back with a tan.

 

I just came back with this:  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Someone Who Gets It

For many, many reasons I do not share my story, our story, his or her story. Believe it or not, in my real world there are only a hand full of people that know we have children that are adopted. Because quite frankly it's none of anyone's business.
IF you know my/our/his/her story you can bet we are the bestest of the bestest friends.
I trust you beyond measure. Because in that story/stories is the very life & heart & soul of many people.
I think you might find this article very interesting. I think she gets it. And says it alot better than I can.

http://www.christianitytoday.com/women/2013/march/why-my-childs-backstory-is-none-of-your-business.html

Speechless

I am always without the right words when I return from Orlando or ETAAM as some of you may know it.
And again after my 3rd year I continue to be speechless.
Where else can you be with 120 moms who understand the trauma of fostering or adopting that can be some of our lives?

If you're interested the name & website have changed. It's now at:

http://www.momsfindhealing.com/

Great info & resources can be found here.

Don't want you to think I forgot you...

But there has just been NOTHING going on around here. But I need you to know it is COLD here. I do not like cold. I may have told you that. I can't remember because my brain is frozen. Here's a cute something to see you through til something does happen around here. Like thawing out. Chocolate mustache and all.

How I feel about winter & other stuff

My oldest daughter found this on one of her old hard drives! I think it's funny as all get out. My husband says it's proof of how mean I am. The Boy was about 10 months there, give or take a week or two. look at that hair. What I wouldn't give to have that much hair. And those cheeks? Of course you can see for yourself they are still here too. Daddy says this may have to go in his senior year book. Under can you identify this baby? He will not have changed a lick in the next 11 years either. Although, I do hope he gets taller. And that look on his face...is how I feel about winter. And by the way...what the crap is wrong with blogger? It's not leting me post pictures without standing on my head & other things. Not even sure if this ones going to post correctly. Sometimes I don't like you blogger.

HAPPY NEW YEAR

And one last To-u trick.
Seems he had one last thing up his sleeve before he went back with Santa Christmas Eve.
He put crape paper across The Boy's bedroom door so he couldn't get out Christmas morning.
Which is never really a problem, since The Boy would never deem it necessary to get out of bed without ALOT of prompting. Seriously, we have to make him get out of bed on Christmas morning.
Always have. What's wrong with this Boy? Thank goodness To-u had to go back, my brain was being taxed!
P.S The Boy wouldn't break through the crape paper, he crawled under.

Meet the cleverest Boy in the world

There are so many reasons to love this Boy. One is he knows how to spell loose. On a good day
I struggle with loose, lose,loss.
He had been playing quietly in his room for hours when he told me to come quick, he had something I HAD to see. He runs into his room before me and lays on the floor.
He spelled it all out using his magnets.
When he was getting up he said," Look I even remembered to put a period at the end of my sentence."
This Boy is hilarious, he had no idea why I was laughing so hard. He's a genius, I tell you.

Merry Christmas

Christmas beauty at the Galt House

If you're ever in Louisville at Christmas time, it's worth the stop.

Elf Trouble

The Boy was not amused.
He is a rule follower to say the least.
It is forbidden to write on anything but approved paper with magic markers.
When he got up to find that To-u had drawn on his picture with markers, he just
walked by it and said, "I wouldn't want to be you To-u. I hope that comes off"
I nearly lost it. I said,"To-u's magic, dont' you think he can get that off?"
He said," He could have messed up my present to Daddy." (We did the photo shoot for
Father's Day last year) The Boy was so upset I had to promise to make sure Santa knew
To-u MUST get the marker off his pictures.
I thought it was Hilarius. The Boy, not so much.

It's Cold outside

Every Elf Has to Do It

To-u, making the prerequisite elf snow angels.
Poor Elf. He's been through alot these few weeks.
I bet next year he may not come so early.
Cool his heels in the North Pole for awhile longer.

Reading Is Fundamental

Even for an Elf on a shelf.
Please note even the Elf has to have a cup of coffee in the morning around here!

I think I love you Elf

 I looked at that elf and thought I can't do anything else with you. How stupid is this, that a grown woman is running around trying to figure out what other outrageous thing to make him do.
Then I remembered there are parents out there who would literally give anything to be able to run around and do ridicules things to make their babies smile.
So I put that To-u up on the cabinet with a "popper" from the dollar store.
And I laughed right along with The Boy and thanked God again.

After what happened yesterday at the school in Connecticut, I decided I needed to grab at whole big bunch of grateful.

100 ways to love your Elf

Give him lots of Fruit Loops.
The Boy liked this one too.