Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Repost - tribute to Meeko

I will post some more pictures, but I wanted to repost these until then. Our sweet Meeko will be euthanized (ouch) this Friday. We have a mobile vet coming over to help us. Look at her nice website (www.catslovehousecalls.com).



The feline oncologist's report today is not good. Meeko has a fibrosarcoma, likely vaccine related. We don't have much of a prognosis since it's a pretty unpredictable cancer, but we'll just take it day by day. I've been taking pictures like a madwoman. Here are a few cute ones. That's her picture on the bowl. Can you tell?

Saturday, April 01, 2006

April fools!

Randy and I, that is. We agreed to babysit 3 kids tonight, ages 3.5, 1.5, and 5 months.

WHAT ARE WE THINKING?

We don't know nothin' 'bout babysitting no babies! It has been 3 years since the last time I sat on babies, and it was this eldest child when he was 2-4 months old. Bless his little heart, he cried practically the whole time, and when Dad came home and I handed M over I then cried.

APRIL FOOLS! C (1.5) is sick and Dad's going to stay home.

I guess I'll have to teach Randy how to change a diaper another day!

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Touched by an angel


Well, a sweet little girl at least. Today before kids choir (I am the hotshot accompanist), one of the little 1st-grade girls said, I can sing a song while we wait [for choir to start]."

I was expecting "Rain, rain go away" or something, but this precious girl sang me the entire song "Rainbow Connection." The song lasted a long time - it's a long song (erph, smart girl). She had a beautiful singing voice and she maintained eye contact with me for the whole time. I started to cry right there - I felt so badly for her. I said, "It's so beautiful it just makes me cry," and it really was. I thought I wouldn't get through it and she would have to stop.

Do you know this song?

The Rainbow Connection:

Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it,
And look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

All of us under its spell,
We know that it's probably magic...

... Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name. (OK, SO THIS PART SOUNDS A LITTLE PARANOID)
... Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
It's something that I'm s'posed to be...
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

Laa, da daa dee da daa daa,
La laa la la laa dee daa doo...

WARNING!! - MOM, PLEASE GET A TISSUE BEFORE READING THIS NEXT PART.

I'M TELLING YOU, DO IT NOW.

I'm serious, she sang every word. I sang along a little, because I remember learning this song in elementary school, too. I know it from The Muppet Movie, which I saw with my beloved Grandma (which just made me want to cry harder, because while this girl was singing and looked so beautiful it made me think about how my grandma must have felt about me). I can just let the tears come now, because I am not sitting directly in front of a 1st grade girl singing her heart out for me.

Tito, get me a tissue. I'm so tired - what day is it?

Thank you, Lord, for giving me a special blessing tonight. You know I needed it!

When I asked her how she knew that song, she said they sang it in her school musical. A classmate of hers then told me it was by "The Hermits."

It's Kermit! I didn't correct her.

"Woke up this mornin', feelin' fine..."

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Updated profile at right.

Sweet Meeko


My baby girl isn't feeling well. She is, however, still bathing (like right now), and loving her daily tunafish. I'm sure there is something bad about her eating tuna each day, but she likes it, cat gonnit. We made her a little "bed" out of a soft pillow, and a towel on a chair. We need to keep an eye on her hygiene habits, so we'll have to watch her more closely now.

I know I'm not supposed to do this, but I do. I imagine the day we have to take her to the vet to be euthanized. It seems like it won't be long, and we just love her so much. I don't want that day to come.

Poor baby.

A new attitude

I survived middle school today! I had a substitute with me this time, and she did some "shhhing" while I taught. My 7th and 8th graders were colorful as usual, but I am being myself more while still demanding (well...) good behavior. I am going to do the best that I can, but these are not my students in the long-term, and I'm determined not to spend the next six weeks wishing I were sitting in front of the television instead!

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

My first car, Christine. What a beaut!


Eek. We had to plug this thing in at night. It had a diesel engine and once got 55 MPG when I drove it from Ames, Iowa to California. What memories!

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

New link

Check it! It's the premiere Ames, Iowa exercise team, led by my fearless and fit mom Ann T.

A few years ago I spent the summer in Iowa and ran a 5K with my parents. They both beat me and my dad walked. HUmiliating. The only thing that got me through that race was hearing the band play Ted Nugent's "Free For All" at the finish line.

Gee, you didn't know I was a fan of Ted Nugent? Don't tell our adoption agency! (Hi, Carol AND Adela!)

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Lest ye think I'm invinceable...

Pregnancy announcements still hurt. Only, now it is more like ripping off a band-aid in one "OUCH! Oh hey - it's just a scar now," and less like breaking your leg while you're still walking on crutches from the other leg that you broke last month, or someone squeezing your heart as hard as they can and kicking mud in your eyes. (Not that THAT has ever happened to me...)

Methinks I am not supposed to know about either of these pregnancies, but I do and it smarts. I feel left out, larger than life, and pitied. I can't bear the thought of these lovelies thinking, "Oh no, now I have to tell Amy," like I am going to burst into tears or punch them in the belly. Another part of me wants them to feel the pain of having to tell me that the thing we strived for for 3 years was achieved by them in 3 months. (Let's just be honest, here.) I should be used to it by now. Seriously.

So life goes on. Does this mean that I am not ready for adoption? No. It means that I am a human woman with a mother's instinct, and a biological clock ticking like THIS! Does it mean that I am a jealousy-monger with a heart of stone? Nope. I know that God's perfect baby for us is just not going to be born to us, and I don't want their baby. Does it mean that I am a nutcase? Well, the verdict is still out on that one.

What not to say to your infertile friend when you become pregnant:

DON'T say:
"I wish it were you."
"At least you don't have to..." never, EVER begin a sentence with this. Not to anyone, fertile or not. DON'T do it, I'm telling you.
"It wasn't expected/planned," etc.

DO say:
"I understand if you need some time to process this."
"I wanted to tell you myself."
"Please tell me if you would or would not like to receive updates on my pregnancy." (Maybe don't ask this the minute you share the news.)

I've got scars. You've got them, too. This is what life looks like. Romans 8:28 says that God can use all things for good, even when they hurt like the dickens or last a lifetime.

Resume ye thou day, friends.

Love,
Amy

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Repost - book review


Now that we are getting farther along in the process, I wanted to repost this book review and finish it up. I never got back to it in December because there was way too much important information to include!

Book Review, Part I - Children of Open Adoption

Silber, K. & Dorner, P.M. (1990). Children of Open Adoption. San Antonio, Texas: Corona. ISBN 0-931722-78-0.

This book is dedicated to the authors' parents, children, and their childrens' birthmothers - a touching start to a very open book.

This one was a doozy! Very informative and comprehensive. This book has nine chapters, including:

-Open Adoption: Definition, Evolution, Benefits
-five chapters on open adoption through the child's life span from infancy to teenage years
-Long-Term Benefits for Everybody (includes parents, adoptees, birthparents, extended families, adoption professionals).

The goal of the book is to discuss issues regarding open adoption with children at various ages. It contains many letters from birthparents to children, adoptive parents to birthparents, and children to birthparents. The letters interspersed throughout the book keep the reader engaged and touched. Have tissures nearby.

Here is Silber and Dorner's definition of open adoption: "Open adoption includes the birthparents and adoptive parents meetring one another, sharing full identifying information, and having access to ongoing contact over the years. All three components must occur to fit this definition" p. 9. They go on to say, "Our new definition recognizes the birthparents as relatives of the child.... Acceptance of this reality is an important prerequisite to open adoption and an ongoing family relationship" p. 10.

Essential ingredients in open adoption include understanding that there are grief issues for each member of the adoption triad: baby, birthparents, and adoptive parents. People believe that the adoption experience is all joy and excitement for adoptive parents, but adoptive parents also deal with their own grief over the loss of their fertility. They quote, "Infertility is a loss - it is a loss of the imaginary or fantasy child. They will go through all of the normal stages of grieving for this loss, just as if they had lost a child through death. However, society does not relate to or understand the loss in infertility..." p. 23. It is especially important to process this loss in open adoption, because there is no pretending that the adopted child was born to the adoptive parents. Counseling is important in the open adoption experience so that each member of the triad can process their own feelings and grief.

Here are some highlights from the life stages:

Infancy - open adoption leads to feelings of bonding and entitlement because the birthparent has specifically chosen the adoptive couple to parent, so the adoptive parents feel entitled to raise the child.

Preschool age - talk about the birthparents often so that it becomes a normal part of your child's life and not a taboo, bizarre thing to them, don't leave out the part of your child's having come from their birthmothers womb, so they won't feel like they came from the agency and everyone else came from mommy's tummy

School-age child - children need to know that they are loved by their birthparents, and ongoing contact will assure them of this. This becomes especially important if the child gets teased about how his "real parents" didn't love him. He will know that is not true. Silber and Dorner state, " What we have seen in open adoption is a greater degree of comfort and peace with one's reality when contact is part of the adoption experience" p. 73. This chapter also discusses the appropriate times to share information with your child regarding their birthparents life experiences and other children, visits, etc.

Stay tuned for part II!

3 months later...part II

Book review - Children of Open Adoption

When we last left off, before Christmas, I had reviewed this book through "The School-age child -- I."

Part two of "The school-age child" includes information on relationships with extended family, when birthparents have inconsistent contact, and how the child will learn about and interact with siblings through birth or adoption. In summary, the authors state, "The greater the degree of openness, the less fantasizing that takes place and the more the issues are worked on" (p. 131).

Ah, the marvelous, dreaded teenage years. At this age the child of open adoption really gets to exercise her communication skills and process her experience. It is especially important during these years that the teenager has access to information about her heritage and birth family. "Our sense of self is defined not only by our present but also by our past. Through closed adoption our past becomes inaccessible" (p. 135).

A social worker of one teenager whose adoption transformed from a closed to an open one states, "She said it made her feel normal and like everybody else....I observed an immediate attitude change....The discovery seemed to have cemented the bonding between Sarah and her birth parents" (p. 151). Oh, yeah.

The last chapter is "Long-term benefits for everybody," including all members of the adoption triad (child, birthparents, adoptive parents), and also extended family and adoption professionals! Long term benefits include, feelings of control that the adoption is in the hands of the family and not the adoption professional, the adoptive parents feel entitled to raise their child since the birthparents chose that couple, everyone is permitted to grieve their losses and communicate those losses with each other, and the children grow up knowing/hearing that they are loved by all parties, thus leading to a higher self-awareness and self-esteem throughout their lives.

Read this book. Seriously. The authors know what they are talking about first hand, there are many applicable and interesting quotes, letters, and experiences. You will not be bored.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

My heaven

In my heaven every couple gets a personal bowl of M&Ms. Wait, that really happened to me today! My intestinal track is paying for my eating habits at the moment, but that's OK because we are in a hotel and nothing counts when you are out of town.

We are at our adoption seminar at Buckner Adoption and Maternity Services today and tomorrow. It is really informative, interesting and fun. The other couples are lovely, the social worker leaders friendly and enthusiastic, and the provisions wunderbar.

Is it silly that I am so excited about the food and that I believe that this is an extra blessing from God? Many of my favorite things were there, including a bowl of M&M candies for each couple. Coffee and coffeecakes for breakfast, fresh fruit, cookies and Diet Coke for after lunch. What else could we ask for?

A baby? Why not. Babies like M&Ms, right? Maybe not. We'd like to order one anyway.

A bat in the cave

Now, I was never a "Sex in the City" fan. I have never watched a full episode. I was just coming on to post something else, but then this bat in the cave thing came up as I was flipping the channels past SITC.

It's a booger. That's all. Not to humiliate anyone, but the guy who helped us at Baby's R Us when we were looking for the carseat had a bat in the cave. Big bat, small cave...

Gross.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Big day!

I am thrilled to announce the arrival of our first car seat! We're so excited, and would really like to thank our family and friends for all your support. The 3-year road to this car seat was an emotional and amazing learning experience. Please join us as we welcome this car seat into our family.







Punky says, "Yawn, aren't I so cute?" I am thinking about strapping him in the car seat and having him sleep near us at night.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

We'll see you in Hollywood!

Yesterday we experienced victory at our homestudy interviews. We're on to the next round! This is not a big surprise, but it is encouraging. Our social worker said that we were one of the most thorough questionnaires she ever read, so there were not too many things that she needed to clarify during the interviews. We felt really good about it.

So, we will go back late next week for a 2-day seminar during which we will receive a whole lotta details on the rest of the process. As soon as we complete a rough draft of our 1-page profile and show that we have each read at least three books, our social worker will schedule a home visit to make sure that we have things like working smoke detectors, a fire extinguisher, and outlet covers in the house. Guess what - we do!

We drove up to Dallas on Sunday afternoon in a leetle bit of weather. It wasn't too bad, but since we had only been there once before we were not entirely clear about how to get there, and we took the scenic route. We made it to our hotel in the freezing cold (high of 31 degrees in Dallas Sunday), and walked to a restaurant for a burger. The cheesiest music was playing and we had a fun time making silly googly faces at each other. We went back to the hotel, went to the hot tub, watched the Olympics, and an episode of the Golden Girls! (You know, the one where the girls are arrested for prostitution because they are in the wrong place at the wrong time?)

After our interview yesterday we of course ate Taco Bueno, which for some reason one of us had mentioned in our adoptive parent questionnaire. We also stopped to visit some friends who we haven't seen for awhile and who have a new baby, had a yummy dinner and got the skinny on what kind of goods we might need for a newborn in the house. It was a really fun and eventful two days.

As each step in this process is finished, it feels somewhat anticlimactic. Why is that? Probably because the minute I got home I had to change gears again and become professional woman. It was nice to get back into the routine after several days off. The next few weeks are going to be doosies!

(If you're wondering about the "Hollywood" reference, that's from American Idol, which happens to be on tonight.)

Sunday, February 19, 2006

About, face!

I am coming to you live from the baby's junk room. I mean, the baby's room. Oh, who am I kidding, it is the yellow storage room. But someday, God knows when, our baby will sleep in here. Do I feel a draft? Is it too close to the street? Will the baby be scared of the gorilla with the guitar? I can't imagine what other colors will look good in here. Should we buy white furniture or a pale wood. I think it is cold in here...

We are leaving in the next hour or so for our first interviews at our adoption agency. R is taking a test for his business management course, and it sounds like he is finished. We will now pack and head off to Mesquite, Texas to stay at the Fairfield Inn that dear, pseudo-crunchy Christine recommended. It will be our home away from home for the next few months. (I hear my husband zipping up his computer bag, and soon he will catch me sitting in here on the floor admist piles of stuff that we need to store somewhere.)

Oh, goodness. He is ready to pack. He's packing. I can hear him packing.

Funny how when you look forward to something for a long time, that when the day actually comes it seems like no big deal. It also feels strange. All those trips we made to the fertility doctor for ultrasounds, shots, surgeries, etc. are a distant memory and now we are interviewing with an adoption agency that we actually chose and really did all the paperwork in application.

Here is a picture of us in our home away from home after our orientation meeting last October.

Do we look bewildered? I can't believe it's been four months since then. This interview seemed so far away then.

So, off we go! It is a very rare 36 degrees in Texas today, so we're leaving early so we can go slow if we run into any weather. It will be before dark when we get there, so I know we'll be fine. It's not raining right now.

Tonight we will get dinner somewhere and then carry on our nightly tradition of watching The Golden Girls on DVD on my laptop in bed. Tomorrow after the interviews we will eat at Randy's favorite restaurant, Taco Bueno, and probably end up carrying back a stack of burritos for the freezer. This man is a fan.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

The Cavalry!

Music educators to the rescue!

I returned last night from the Texas Music Educator's Association conference in San Antonio. Upon getting there the first day I was wounded, now I just have a slight limp. Several things happened.

One, I was surrounded by music educators, and I knew without a doubt that many would have had a similar first experience as I did. I was on the phone leaving a message for a colleague and I said that I would tell her later about my nightmare teaching experience. A woman on the escalator in front of me turned around and gave me a very sympathetic look and patted me on the shoulder. When I told her the grade level was middle school she winced and looked even more sympathetic.

Second, I went to several sessions about how to incorporate middle school boys' voices into the choir. Part of my problem with the student I had to send to the office is that he is a good musician and doesn't get the chance to use his talent because there are only three boys in the group. If this kid is not singing he will be causing trouble. If I can get them singing more there will be fewer problems. Instead of having them all sing the same part, which they cannot do at this level, I need to determine their individual ranges and select parts for each to sing accordingly.

Third, I talked to my university supervisor and we both came to the conclusion that I should not have been in the place where I was in charge of the class and the only adult in the room. My instinct was that I shouldn't have agreed to babysit, I mean substitute, especially this difficult class, and I should have gone with my gut on that one. I was trying to help my teacher out so she could have a break from this challenging class. My supervisor was surprised that a school district like this filled with students from their backgrounds would be so difficult. After I sent the one kid to the office the other kids, probably subconsciously, decided to test my resolve even further. She suggested that I pull this student aside before class on Tuesday and reiterate that his behavior was inappropriate but that I think he is a great musician and that I enjoy having him in the class (which is stretching it at this point, but maybe by Tuesday...)

Fourth, my choral supervisor's daughter is in the class and said that she was so furious at some of the students that she wanted to kill them. This student is diligent, quiet, and sweet, and agreed that some of the students were out of control.

Time to drop this, I've had enough. It's over and Tuesday is a new day. Breathe, in and out. (Do I really want to be a parent? Our child will turn into one of these teenager beasts some day. But, you can count on me never to say to a childless woman, "You can have mine..."

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Oops - I almost forgot

I have a personal life! A few short months ago I had forgotten that I had a professional life, and now I've gone the other way. I don't know why I go to extremes (insert Billy Joel song track here). The past few weeks have been pretty nuts, and the next few look like more of the same.

I don't know whether to write about the excitement of our personal/adoption life, or the ups and downs of student teaching. At any given moment I feel like I might burst into tears on either account. Yesterday was an amazing test for me and I'm not so sure I passed. It was an afternoon that I will never forget. Enough suspense?



Yesterday afternoon I taught three middle school classes a capella. It was terrible. It was the first time that I totally understood why some people quit student teaching. I am still getting over it, and even today I still tear up thinking about it. I want to teach them music. I didn't sign up to be a babysitter.

Up until now I have received a lot of positive feedback about my positive and encouraging demeanor as a teacher. I feel comfortable in front of a class and I seem like Amy when I watch it on video (it's painful anyway!) I flew solo for the first time on Tuesday afternoon with a 6th grade fine arts class. I was not prepared for this, as I did not remember being informed that I would be in charge of class that day. I felt pretty good about it! Not great, but OK. Later I received a comment from my cooperating teacher that the theater teacher, who was in the room as I taught, said that I was more soft-spoken then than they were, and that I might want to be more whatever. Granted, I am a sensitive person, but that made me feel bad. I am me, not someone else.

I know I need to be firm and consistent. I know I am not the students' friend, that I am their teacher. But I'm sorry, I am not an authoritative, stern person. Teaching that way seems ridiculous for me, because I would be pretending.

But pretend, I did. And it stunk. I had the worst time. I sent a kid to the office, after I would not let him go to the nurse. I gave out warnings, raised my voice, and did not keep my poker face on. The students did not know what hit them! For that part I am glad, because I know they expected me to let them do anything they want. Do they think I'm stupid? Like telling me they like my outfit, or telling other students that they love me is going to cause me to let them get away with terrible, disrispectful classroom behavior?

One student raised her voice to me because she did not want to sit on the front row like the classroom teacher wanted her to, and as we had discussed the previous day. I told her that she needed to follow directions and she threw her purse on the floor! I gave her a stupid warning. How could I not? How inappropriate was that behavior? Another student remained seated when I asked all the students to stand up, then looked at me with this defiant look. She had done the same thing the previous day when I asked her to sit in the front row with every other Part 2 singer in the room. What defiance! Others talked endlessly, but by that time I had already given out three stupid warning slips, one detention, and one freaking trip to the office. Are you kidding me?

So today I keep crying. It's heartwrenching. They have such potential, and so do I. Nobody got to live up to it during Nightmare on 8th (period) Street. I am so frustrated with myself for not commanding the students' respect without being the prison warden. (Tears starting back up again). I like those hateful kids. (I had written "love," but come on, do not let me get carried away here.)

I've just been dying to talk about this with someone, but the last thing I want to hear is an experienced teacher with a no-nonsense, strong personality giving me the "pep-talk" about how I have to be strong, blah blah blah like I don't know that. I know that. I know I'm not their friend, I know I have to be firm, I know I have to start out being more strict than I may end up being after earning the students' respect. I know they are middle schoolers and are supposed to stretch the limits a little bit, that they are learning to think for themselves, that it's not personal, etc., but that just doesn't make it all better right now. I am disappointed in myself and I am disappointed in them.

By the way, 6th grade choir, 6th period was great. I don't even remember if I handed out any wardenings - I mean warnings. I hate those things.

So tomorrow I am back to the Texas Music Educator's Conference in San Antonio. I went down this morning and came back to teach piano lessons. It was so nice not to have to teach today. I don't know how it would have gone after yesterday. I will be ready to go back on Tuesday, but in the meantime it will be nice to have a few days off among other educators who have been through this student/novice teacher thing. It's lovely to see and hear conscientious middle school choirs perform during breaks.

I don't even have time to think about our adoption interviews on Monday!

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Tee hee

I don't know why I think this is so funny, but I do.

Last night after a yummy dinner at Bombay Bistro I ran into the grocery store for some, um, things, and I saw something that made me giggle inside. I almost laughed out loud.

A man buying an E.P.T. brand pregnancy test! He had this serious look on his face and held the box down by his side. It was like watching a movie for me. A comedy. I even felt giddy - I won't be buying any of those (or sending my man to buy one). I wanted to pat him on the back and say, "I see what you're doing. It's going to be OK."

Why did this strike me as being so funny?

Thursday, February 09, 2006

No fair!

Hey! Where did my "The Call" post go? It is gone, gone, gone. Darn. I want it back! :o(

Has this happened to anyone else? I know that I didn't delete it, it's just gone.

Our interview is scheduled for February 20th in Dallas.
The seminar is March 2nd and 3rd.

Sorry about this anticlamactic post. I am punishing blogger for the error.

I liked my old post the most.

Again, :o(

Got to lesson plan for tomorrow. Friday, yay!

Donde esta my post?

Hey...what's going on? (Spoken in the voice of Will Ferrell doing his Harry Cary impersonation.)

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Beauty and the Geek!

And I'm the geek! Yes, that is a lovely, one-piece shorts pantsuit and white slingbacks. Somebody stop me.

(Oh yeah, that's my brother.)

Friday, January 27, 2006

5:45 a.m.

Zzzzzzzz...

This is my life on January 27th, 2006. It is 5:45 a.m. I slept too late. Coffee is brewing, pilates DVD is ready to go, and my Bible study is waiting for me so I can get a fresh word from God before my day. The song Old Brass Wagon is in my head and won't go away. My cats even look tired.

It's Friday, sweet Friday.

Good morning, friends.

Zzzzzzz......

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Waiting tiredly

I'm so tired. It's hard to be a teacher, especially when you have to change gears in the middle of the day. This morning I taught a movement activity to 2nd graders. They did OK, but didn't "earn" the guitar for the dance. I so wanted to play for them, but I knew I had to set it up for my first teach that the students would realize that I was going to be consistent. The looks I saw on their faces after they didn't earn the guitar made me feel sad for them, but also good that I didn't cave! I get to try the lesson again tomorrow and Friday. In the afternoon I taught a recorder lesson to my peers. I'll also do choral warmups for grades 3-6 tomorrow. Better get crackin', because it is 45 minutes from my big bedtime. I could easily go to sleep right this minute.

And ugh, I'm so tired of sandwiches. (Hello, unrelated comment).

We're waiting for a phone call to set up our office interviews at Buckner. Although I absolutely can't wait to get another step of the process done, I haven't had time to think about it too much.

This is a really boring post, sorry.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

A God thing

This morning after church we had a free lunch for the university students. One of the great things about serving in the university department is that when the students get free lunch, so do we! (Usually.)

Mr. Randy assistant taught 4-year-old Sunday school a few years ago. Today we ran into the teacher of that class who had not seen Randy in awhile and didn't know we had gotten married. R shared that we were adopting a baby and she said, nonchallantly, "Both of our children are adopted. What agency are you using?" R replied "Buckner." I don't even think I need to tell you what agency they used. This happens to us ALL THE TIME.

One of the stressful things about choosing adoption is selecting an agency. There are so many to choose from! You can go through an agency, a maternity home, an attorney, foster care, and so on. I thought we'd never pick one. However, from even before we came to the decision to adopt the word "Buckner" came to our ears regularly. Our friend went on a mission trip with Buckner. Our friend's friend had adopted from there. Every time we told friends we were thinking about adoption they said, "Have you heard of Buckner?"

Have you visited Christine's pseudo-crunchy weblog? Christine was a college roommate of a friend, and is now a friend to us, too.

The other night we announced to several more people that we are adopting. The first person we told, Cherie, squeeled with joy and asked, "From Buckner?" We had never ever talked about adoption or Buckner with her before. Julie was sitting next to Cherie and was equally excited. She was the friend who went on a mission trip with Bukner International to Guatemala and highly recommended Buckner's professional staff. (The international adoption side of things is a different staff from domestic, but I'm sure they are all equally loverly.)

And now this latest circumstance.

Some ways that God speaks to people are through prayer, the Bible, circumstances, and other believers. When you read in our profile that we feel that God is leading us down this path, part of that tug comes from the frequent confirmation of our choice by the words of other believers who we trust also are listening for His voice. This is not an audible voice, although it could be as God has chosen to speak that way to people before, but a still small voice. When we accept that Jesus died on the cross for our sins, we are a part of Him and He a part of us. We then receive the Holy Spirit as our "inner voice" of God. When we pray to God, the Holy Spirit interprets our words in ways that even we don't fully understand - but God does. I'm not making this up - it's in the Bible. Check it!

I am not talking about "the universe" here. The universe is not a person, it is a creation of, you guessed it, God. Why is it so strange to believe that an almighty being acts in this way, but it is not strange to believe that the "universe" gives and takes away?

When did I become a preacher? You can call me "Rev" like the character in the movie Remember the Titans. ;o)

Saturday, January 21, 2006

I'm Mrs. Standridge!

No, Randy and I did not renew our wedding vows, nor did I just wake up from a fit of amnesia. I am, however, a teacher. Check me out...


I remember being in grade school a million years ago and the names of my favorite teachers - Mrs. Swavely, Mrs. Rosenberg, Mrs. Williams (oh wait, she was NOT one of my favorite teachers. Anyway...). Now I am Mrs. Standridge. It's funny, I don't see an elementary school music teacher in the mirror, but it sure is fun to play the role.

Here are some highlights of my first week. You experienced teachers will roll your eyes at the things that seem exciting on your first week that become mundane after years or decades of teaching!

-> Sweet T who I know from church who said "I'm so excited" after my cooperating teacher introduced me as their student teacher. Other students clapped and said, "Yay" when I was announced - a responsive crowd, these guys.

-> Walking down the hall in my teacher outfit and saying to the children, "Walk, please," and "You're being so nice and quiet in the hall," and "Very nice manners, Georgeanne" (*all names in this story have been changed to protect the innocent!), and "Oh, Parker, you can walk in a straighter line than that..."

-> Getting my badge (modeled so elegantly above).

-> Picturing my adorable nephew K5 in the 1st grade class next year chanting, "Ta-ta-ti-ti-ta."

-> The ultimate highlight - Joe and the button factory.

My brother was not crazy about school growing up (he went on to get a PhD - go figure). He did not get very involved in music, although he tried some instruments on for size. (Note to parents - do NOT let your sons choose the cello or any bowed string instrument unless they really, REALLY want to play it.) There are a few things he remembers from music class. Two of these things are "Ta-ta-ti-ti-ta," which he taught my precious nephew as mentioned above, and,

"Hi. My name is Joe, and I work in a button factory. I have a wife, a dog, and a family. One day my boss said, "Hey Joe, are you busy?" I said "No." He said, "Turn the button with the right hand." By the end of this movement song the students are waving both arms, twisting both legs, turning their heads and wagging their tongues. Yesterday the kindergarten class met Joe. I was laughing so hard silently in the back that I cried. I seriously had to get a tissue. It struck me as SO funny. Here is the one thing my bro remembers from music class and 25 years or more later I'm sitting in the back of a classroom in my first 3 days of learning how to be a teacher and this is what they do in class.

I know you had to be there, but I was and it was hilarious! I thought I was going to expire. I had the best day yesterday. I should cling to that as my honeymoon period with teaching gradually tapers off. And sometimes it will, I'm certain.

Am I really a music teacher? This was the last thing I thought I'd ever be doing when I was an undergrad. I didn't even major in music at that time because I didn't want to be a teacher or a performer. Now I'm working on an advanced degree in Music Education. It's nuts.

In the afternoon I had a seminar back at UT. (No, I didn't make my peers call me Mrs. Standridge!) We taught what is the third thing my brother remembers from music class - the recorder. The recorder can actually sound pretty good when played by a pile of music majors in their final semester of college. The day before, I had a request from a young guitar student to learn "Yellow Submarine." I was so inspired, I arranged it for recorder in two parts. It was a hit! I must say, I really enjoyed hearing the arrangement. It was really fun and I received several compliments afterwards. There are 16 people in this seminar, and everybody arranged and taught a piece on recorder, because it is one instrument that we all have in common. After each person taught the groups was asked for positive feedback regarding the lesson.

Let me tell you that excellent music instruction is alive and well in Texas. I would have any one of these cats teach my children. Everybody had their own style and personality which came through in their teaching. I was so excited at one point I squeeked out a shrill pitch on my instrument. I barely even thought about what I was doing. I just went, "TOOT!" on the horn. If I didn't already have the thing in my mouth I might have shouted, "Yipee-yahoo!"

It was amazing to see the teaching, and so warm and wonderful to hear positive feedback from your peers, especially when the comments they gave are ones that you really worked to receive. Part of my M.O. is using humor in the classroom. It comes naturally to me and I love to get a laugh! What I had to work on, though, was using humor effectively without getting carried away and off-task from the lesson. I have a hard time focusing on the task at hand when people start laughing. (Do NOT give me a microphone or put me in front of a video camera or you'll see what I mean.) I admittedly crack myself up sometimes. It's so fun. One comment from my esteemed professor was that I used humor in my lesson without getting off-task. Yes!

My dear husband (DH) took me out to celebrate my fun day at McDonald's and the movie "Glory Road." I had a little fatigue meltdown at home before we were to go out, and he asked me what would make me feel better. Off to McDonald's we went! I typically go there to celebrate victories great and small. Randy said, "You deserve a break today."

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Oops - I almost forgot

I have a professional life!

In all of the excitement and obsessing about what shade of yellow to paint the baby's room (can't bring myself to say "nursery" like I'm Mary Poppins or something), I almost forgot to start student teaching today!

The highlight of my day was when a 2nd grader who I had last year in 1st grade choir at church was in my first class. In the middle of class, she turned around to me and with huge bright eyes and a big smile said, "I'm so excited!" in a loud whisper. It was unbelievably sweet. I will be teaching Kindergarten through 2nd grade - little bitties!

My cooperating teacher is amazing, too. She is very excited about our adoption plans and said that I could have any time off I needed for interviews. Now we are just waiting for the phone to ring...

The bad thing about student teaching is that I have to be there at 7:15 tomorrow! So it's 9:51 right now and I am panicking because I was not asleep at 9:30 so I could get 8 hours. I am so pleased that at least my morning placement is but 10 minutes away. Phew!

I already can't wait until Friday! It's fun to have a schedule again. I don't think it will be QUITE so interesting in a few weeks when I am teaching by myself and exhausted. In the meantime, just hook me up to a coffee IV.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Before and After

It's a study!

Wait, it's a baby's room in a lovely shade of cream!

No, yellow!

Yes, definitely yellow.


You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...

You are the sunshine of my life...

I got sunshine, on a cloudy day...

...

...

Friday, January 13, 2006

The Eagle has Landed

After having put the postage on our application packet in the lower left corner instead of the upper right (should I blame my adjustment disorder or the confusion of the postage hike...), Buckner has received our mountain of paperwork.

Sound the trumpets!

I consider myself a no-fuss, laid back person. I don't like makeup, don't take long to get ready for my day, tend to blow off even important things (I call this laid back, but I guess it could also be called flakey), but I've been a ball of nerves waiting to hear that our paperwork had arrived. Today I gave in and emailed the very busy administative file-putting-together person, and she let me know that the package had arrived the other day.

It's about time I get back to school and get some other things on my mind!

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Mania

Now I'm scared. It is surprisingly hard to hope again after so many months of those hopes being dashed.

I'm scared! I'M SCARED! This is not fair.

How can I make this beautiful? I know fear is not from God.

We're moving furniture around to make room for baby. This is probably a normal, exciting, natural thing for a couple who have not suffered pregnancy loss and hope-of-pregnancy loss.

Think about this: Infertility is like a loss every month. Not the loss of an actual real baby, but the loss of a dream of a baby. During the last few days of each cycle you begin to wonder if you're pregnant, and you even begin to bond with that imagined baby. Then it's over and you get ready to do it all again. Although it's very different from a miscarriage, and unfortunately we also know what that is like, it is a loss all the same.

So, even the small life changes of moving a piano or a desk here or there are reminders of how things are going to change, and a reminder of how long we've been waiting for it to change. This is what we've been longing for for years. Now it's here and I think, "Huh?"

When I was previously married and going through a divorce, I went to see a counselor. In order to "treat" me he had to give me a diagnosis so that my insurance would cover it. He "gave me" an adjustment disorder. This means just what it sounds like - in the process of adjusting to a life change one might experience sadness, confusion, absent-mindedness, etc. I have a friend who has a new baby and she parked in her driveway after work and forgot to set the parking brake. Next thing she knew her car was out in the street. We joked about her having an adjustment disorder. This can happen when transitioning to a good new situation, too. It happened to me when I married my dear husband and moved into "his" house. I've recovered from that, and I will again.

So, don't mind my freak out! I'm sure it'll happen again.

Whoever said that adoption was a whole new rollercoaster knew what she was talking about! Who said that??

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Baby's room, stage II

We're really doing it! After almost 3 years of longing for a baby we have finally begun making a cute room. I can't believe this is happening.

Here's the extremely mundane details for anyone other than us.

Moved the tall bookshelf out and the short one in. We'll paint the short one white.
Moved the piano into the dining room. It actually looks pretty nice in the bay window. I've always wanted a piano in a bay window!
I'm taping up the floor boards and crown moulding so we can paint the room yellow during the 3-day weekend.
Made 3 trips to The Container Store to put some books and other items in storage.

As a reminder, here is what the room looked like before!


Think we have our work cut out for us?

Monday, January 09, 2006

Supervisor says,

"You and I should meet...to discuss your anticipated absences and how these days can be made up with each of your placements and supervising teachers."

P.S. The 51-page application packet is in the mail.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Paperwork is Done!


I'm the one in the blue shirt. Wait - that's Christine's favorite shirt. I must have borrowed it...

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Doors are opening


Oh, God. And I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Things are really happening.

I know that at any time doors could start to close and things could be postponed, but for the time being, God's timing seems to be moving pretty fast. What a ride!

I emailed my advisor about whether she thought it was feasible to both student teach and do interviews at the same time. This might be a little easier if our agency was in Austin, but it isn't so we'll just go with it. Her exact response was...

NO PROBLEM!! WONDERFUL NEWS!!

Whoa. That's unambiguous, isn't it?

My next step was to email the student teaching superviser. I have not heard back from her yet, as a just barely emailed her, but I think I composed a special email stating our "case." If she is as encouraging as my dear advisor, I will then contact my two cooperating teachers. I would like to take a minute to outline some of the circumstances outlining our parent preparation process. (Sounds like I am making a speech).

Spring 2005 - field teaching experience with Mrs. Woodbridge, a Christian
Fall 2005 - field teaching experience with Mrs. Oliver, a Christian, shared our adoption plans
October 14th - attend Buckner orientation
December 2005 - received spring student teaching placement with Mrs. Woodbridge and Mrs. Oliver
January 5 - hear from agency that we could get in our interview and attend a seminar next month
January 6 - panic, email advisor
January 7 - validation from advisor, email supervisor

Right now doors are opening. They could temporarily shut tomorrow, and that's OK. We're doin' the faith walk! Scary? Hmmm...exciting. Definitely exciting.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Another update!

Yowzah! Things are really moving. Am I really saying, "Whoah, Nelly, slow down!?"

I feel particularly pulled in two directions today. Yesterday we heard from Buckner that if we get our paperwork in soon we will be able to get our interview completed and attend the seminar next month. Huh?! N-n-next month?"

Don't get me wrong - we're ready (sort of), but there is, was sonst, a snag. I am student teaching this semester and attendence is a big issue. I would certainly have to miss several days to drive back and forth to Dallas from Austin. I know these are extenuating circumstances, it's not like I'm a 21-year-old kid skipping school to attend Austin City Limits, but this is not cut and dry like it might be with a regular j-o-b.

After years of waiting for a baby, doesn't it seem strange that now I'm willing to wait an additional 5 months so that I can earn my teacher's certification? Am I willing to wait another few months? Do I have to?

This would be a great time for me to be reminded about God's perfect timing.

Also, all of the sudden I am asking myself, "Are we ready to be parents?" This is normal, right? No more doing whatever we want whenever, no more hesitating to clean up that spare room to make room for a baby, no more worry-free alone time?

I am freaking out! Do we wait to submit paperwork? Do we go ahead? Do I ask permission from my student teaching supervisor?

Are we ready for this? Suddenly, having 9 months of pregnancy to get used to the idea of having a baby looks extremely luxurious. I know it could take longer than that to be placed with a birth family, but it could also be faster.

TGIF! Gotta get that 1040 done...

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

State jobs rock!


Hello, W-2 forms! Be still my heart. These are some of the very last things we need to complete our application. We were in such a hurry we were about to go back to all our pay stubs and add up our incomes for 2005.

I start student teaching in two weeks! Today I have to go get a TB test that is required before my student teacher orientation. It was possible at one point that I could have been exposed to TB, but I have had a test since then that was negative. When I did my music therapy internship at the VA there was a TB scare. Seems like I dodged that bullet, though.

Off to the gym. See you!

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Finally - an update!

We are almost finished with our paperwork! We finished our 20-page questionnaires, have our recommendations in (we think), and will have our medical statements sent in this week!

We are still waiting for our W-2s to finish our 1040 and adoption fee agreements, and after that we wait. I feel like we've been waiting for long enough, but wait we will (I hear this last part of the sentence in an annoying Jar-jar Binks voice, sorry.) It's been almost 3 months since our orientation at Buckner, and it feels like so much longer.

Yesterday I stopped at Home Depot and picked up some paint samples for the baby's room! We are going to do yellow, but of course there are a million shades of yellow, all with interesting names. Here are some examples...

Touch of Nectar
Jonquil (huh?)
Uplifting
Slicker
That 70's Color!
Sparkler
Celestial Sun
Cheers
Punk Rock

Maybe we'll skip Punk Rock - no telling what may happen with a color like that. Plus, it looks like a hopped-up version of those Avocado-colored appliances from the 1970s. So far I think Citron Ice or Celestial Sun...

Friday, December 30, 2005

Into the adoption portfolio...


Are we adorable or what? Thanks for the nephews, Kirk and Leigh!

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

I'm not heavy


Today I had my adoption physical. After a clean bill of health, my new doctor said to me, "The only thing I would say is that you are heavier than I would like."

Huh? What's THAT supposed to mean? Well, I know what that means, but hello? This is a great time for comments, by the way! ;o)

I am not happy. The first thing I did when I got home was run a mile or so. If this gets me to shed the fertility drug weight I have, then I guess thanks, doc?

One of my dear Hannahs pointed something out that I think makes a lot of sense. After our bodies go through infertility and fail us repeatedly in that area, we expect the adoption physical to turn up something unexpected that will prevent us from adopting. My doctor telling me I am too heavy, while I know that this is not true, is construed by me as my body betraying me again. I definitely feel this way.

Sure, I'd like to shed a few pounds. Who wouldn't? I am sure I have a little extra weight from months of ingesting hormones, too. I just could have done without the weight comment at a time at which I was feeling vulnerable. Justice will prevail, however, if I keep up this exercise regimen I have taken up over the past few days with the holidays here. Where's the fudge so I can look longingly at it while I nibble on a carrot like a rabbit...

Monday, December 19, 2005

Fishing for comments

All right, I know it's usually "fishing for compliments," but I really am fishing for comments. (Thank you, Christine!)

I want to know what you're thinking. How has God used pain in your life to glorify him? What is your experience with infertility or adoption? How cute do you think my nephews are? Or, as I frequently ask Randy, "Don't you think I'm so brave?" What do you think of my book reviews, do you have anything to add? Any book suggestions yourself? What are you doing for Christmas or Hannukah?

Just don't tell me I'll probably get pregnant now that we're adopting! It's such a relief not to hear that. Thank you.

Sleep on it. Come out of hiding - it's fun in here. OK, with posts like yesterday, maybe not so much "fun," but at least you know I'm not pretending to be positive all the time.

Tomorrow I am going to visit my friend whose husband thought their new baby was a boy for several minutes - you know who you are! Sorry to exploit you on my blog. Well, not really, you have to laugh at yourself, right? (And at your husband when you get the chance).

Thanks, friends.

Love,
Amy

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Weakness

Why me, Lord?

The holidays are so difficult. I feel so much loss. I would have had a 14-month-old this Christmas, and maybe even be expecting #2. Our baby is nowhere in sight, and everywhere around me there are new babies celebrating their first Christmas or preparing to be born to their first Christmas next year. Of the only babies I am allowed (feline), one has to be dying of cancer. She's so sweet, and when she plays and loves on us it only reminds me that she will be euthanized soon. Why do precious things like dreams of a newborn baby and beloved pets get taken away? What on earth is God's plan with all this? AND, this is nothing compared to what some people are going through this Christmas.

I know the correct answer to all of these questions. That is, the purpose of this life on earth is for us to glorify the Lord. But guess what, sometimes this isn't consoling.

I'm whining, I know. But, I hurt. It's such a very hard time of year to be wanting.

I AM thankful, I really am. I have been blessed with love, salvation, and material things. This must be one of those times where there is one set of footprints in the sand.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Neighbor update

PRAISE God - he's OK. I went over today to check on him and his wife. He shattered his heel and tore some muscle in his side. This doesn't sound so good, but considering the height of the fall and his age, this is a blessing. I suggested that next year he tie a pinecone onto the streamer and just hurl the thing over the tree from the ground.

Well, I am off on a creative adventure - I will post a picture of my creation when I am done.

I am still working on part II of my book review. I'm almost finished with book #3, too. What should I read next?

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Adoptive Families Magazine

Our first issue arrived yesterday! It is realy cool, and helps me feel like the process actually is moving forward. Today we delivered our recommendation form to one of our pastors at church.

Could this be our last childless Christmas??? Better enjoy this one as a family of two. So far, so good! Christmas lights are going up today - our first time putting up outside lights as a couple. We want to make sure our baby can find our house!

Please pray for our 75 year old neighbor who fell off a ladder decorating a tree outside. He's fit for 75, but that's a big fall. His name is Jim. Thanks, gang.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Book Review, Part I - Children of Open Adoption



Silber, K. & Dorner, P.M. (1990). Children of Open Adoption. San Antonio, Texas: Corona. ISBN 0-931722-78-0.

This book is dedicated to the authors' parents, children, and their childrens' birthmothers - a touching start to a very open book.

This one was a doozy! Very informative and comprehensive. This book has nine chapters, including:

-Open Adoption: Definition, Evolution, Benefits
-five chapters on open adoption through the child's life span from infancy to teenage years
-Long-Term Benefits for Everybody (includes parents, adoptees, birthparents, extended families, adoption professionals).

The goal of the book is to discuss issues regarding open adoption with children at various ages. It contains many letters from birthparents to children, adoptive parents to birthparents, and children to birthparents. The letters interspersed throughout the book keep the reader engaged and touched. Have tissures nearby.

Here is Silber and Dorner's definition of open adoption: "Open adoption includes the birthparents and adoptive parents meetring one another, sharing full identifying information, and having access to ongoing contact over the years. All three components must occur to fit this definition" p. 9. They go on to say, "Our new definition recognizes the birthparents as relatives of the child.... Acceptance of this reality is an important prerequisite to open adoption and an ongoing family relationship" p. 10.

Essential ingredients in open adoption include understanding that there are grief issues for each member of the adoption triad: baby, birthparents, and adoptive parents. People believe that the adoption experience is all joy and excitement for adoptive parents, but adoptive parents also deal with their own grief over the loss of their fertility. They quote, "Infertility is a loss - it is a loss of the imaginary or fantasy child. They will go through all of the normal stages of grieving for this loss, just as if they had lost a child through death. However, society does not relate to or understand the loss in infertility..." p. 23. It is especially important to process this loss in open adoption, because there is no pretending that the adopted child was born to the adoptive parents. Counseling is important in the open adoption experience so that each member of the triad can process their own feelings and grief.

Here are some highlights from the life stages:

Infancy - open adoption leads to feelings of bonding and entitlement because the birthparent has specifically chosen the adoptive couple to parent, so the adoptive parents feel entitled to raise the child.

Preschool age - talk about the birthparents often so that it becomes a normal part of your child's life and not a taboo, bizarre thing to them, don't leave out the part of your child's having come from their birthmothers womb, so they won't feel like they came from the agency and everyone else came from mommy's tummy

School-age child - children need to know that they are loved by their birthparents, and ongoing contact will assure them of this. This becomes especially important if the child gets teased about how his "real parents" didn't love him. He will know that is not true. Silber and Dorner state, " What we have seen in open adoption is a greater degree of comfort and peace with one's reality when contact is part of hte adoption experience" p. 73. This chapter also discusses the appropriate times to share information with your child regarding their birthparents life experiences and other children, visitiation, etc.

Stay tuned for part II!

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Snow Day!

Can you believe us Texans? It is 35 degrees and a chance of rain, so the whole town has shut down. The University of Texas at Austin closed at 2:pm and all church activities are cancelled for tonight.

So, I did NOT just eat three fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies in honor of the free time. (By the way, "I didn't eat [blank]" really means, "Yep, I sure did" at our house.)

Today our darling music minister agreed to write an adoption recommendation for Randy and I. He knows us both well and jumped for joy when he found out we were getting married. Also, Randy has his adoption physical set up for next week, and dear Stacey and Jose sent in their recommendation letter. Stacey hopes they like the pictures they drew of us! (See the episode of Friends where Joey writes a letter for Monica and Chandler and they think he's a child?) We look like this:

;o)

Especially on a snow day (it might be 34 degrees now).

New book review coming later!

Love,
Amy

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Nephew stories

Apparently there was a lot of baby cousin talk at my parents house for Thanksgiving! I have two of the cutest, blondest, smartest nephews in the world (and another on the way!) Since my SIL (sister-in-law) is expecting another little guy in May, babies are a big theme right now. I wasn't there so I don't know exactly how these conversations came up, but I would not be surprised if my nephew Kyle (5-yrs) asked if we had a baby. He is very sensitive to that and prays for us to have a baby.

So, I think these stories will be much cuter if you saw how cute these guys were. Here are some recent pictures...




Right-o.

My little guy Kolben (3-yrs) has a favorite song. It goes like this. "Pinkle, pinkle, little staw. How I wondoo what you awe." So, he wants his new baby brother to be named Pinkle. And, he wanted his baby cousin to be named Pinkle. He's consistent, he is. My mom had him talk to me on the phone and she asked him, "What do you want to name your baby cousin?" He called out, "Hannah" and went on his way. This is cool for two reasons. First, we'd love a little girl (or a little boy!), and second, Hannah's Prayer Ministries has been a Godsend for me on my infertility journey (check out the weblink on the right). Pretty cool.

Next, someone, either my mom or SIL was explaining adoption to Kyle. Here's about how it went.
Mom: "Amy and Randy are going to adopt a baby. The baby will grow in another woman's tummy and then Amy and Randy will be it's parents."
Kyle: "Who is the baby going to live with?"
Mom: "The baby will live with Amy and Randy."
Kyle: "Oh, good."
Kolben: "I a cousin, too!"



Does it get any cuter than this? I think not! Thank heavens for little boys!

Friday, December 02, 2005

I made it - what a week!

I did it - got through the week (with God's help). To top it off, today I sent an email to my friend Nathan thinking he was Randy. I was wondering why Randy did not get the message - mystery solved!

I left my brain in one of several places: a) UT, b) Canyon Vista Middle School, c) Bannockburn Baptist Church, c) my colleagues office, d) my piano students' house, e) Hyde Park Baptist Church, f) McCallum High School, g) Burnet Middle School, h) the chiropractor's office, i) Perry Castanedas Library. Most of those locations I visited on Thursday. What am I going to do this weekend? Sleep!

(And maybe get a Christmas tree - is it really Christmas time?)

I am afraid this blog entry is famously uninteresting. I am just excited to be posting when I do not next have to do a homework assignment.

Adoption news - ask me tomorrow. We may have some more of our paperwork done this weekend. We're ready to move on. It feels like we are at a standstill right now. Maybe next Christmas we'll finally have a little one. I hope so!

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Procrastination!

I am a super procrastination machine! I've been working my tail off for the past few days with school, work, and extra-curricular activities, but tonight I am really playing with fire by not getting right onto my work load. I am so glad I had a break for Thanksgiving, otherwise you might see me on the evening news as the women who accidentally sang herself to death.

Randy and I sometimes have a contest - who is the tiredest. If one or the other of us is really tired we ask, "Can I be the most tired today?" (Did I already tell this story? Am I so confused that I can't remember?) I've decided that I win this contest until school is out for the semester.

On monday I had a voice lesson. This was the day we officially found out about Meeko. I also had several assignments due and R and I only had one car. I was extra confused. My voice teacher told me I sounded exceptionally lovely that day. I think I had so many other things on my mind I forgot that I am self-conscious about my opera singing voice. I know, I know, I'll be even more tired when we have a newborn in the house. Well, until that happens, can I be the most tired?

Whoa, Nelly. Tomorrow I volunteer in the children's area at BSF, have a work meeting, teach middle school, teach piano and guitar lessons, and then sprawl out on the couch and do NOTHING for the whole evening.

Oh yeah - adoption updates. Nothing to report - drat! I do have some cute nephew stories to relay, but I think I'll save those and add a visual. I can't give away any clues as to where my nephews live though, because when you see how adorable they are you'll probably want to kidnap them. I sure do!

Oh, allright - here's one. Someone was talking to my 5-yr-old nephew about being a cousin and the 3-yr-old said, "I a cousin, too." I'm gonna gobble them up, I tell you!

Hope you're being more productive than I am right now.

Monday, November 28, 2005

A tribute to Meeko



The feline oncologist's report today is not good. Meeko has a fibrosarcoma, likely vaccine related. We don't have much of a prognosis since it's a pretty unpredictable cancer, but we'll just take it day by day. I've been taking pictures like a madwoman. Here are a few cute ones. That's her picture on the bowl. Can you tell?

Sunday, November 27, 2005

My life so far

Catchy title, eh? I think this is a book or movie title, actually, so I can't take credit for it.

My life so far has been really weird. Sometimes I feel a little like Forest Gump. I've been a bit of a wild thing, an atheist, a bartender, born-again, a student, a music therapist, a Californian, Iowan, South Carolinian, Coloradan, Kansan, Texan. I've lived at the beach, in the mountains, out of my car, in a Veterans Administration hospital, and in various apartments, condos and houses. I've been on national television and in a rock and roll band. I've been single, married, single again, and married again. I've been invincible and infertile. I'm a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a wife, and maybe soon a mother. It's this last bit that has been the most elusive and seems like it will be the greatest adventure.

I've also been a queen. Let me relay this story (most Hannahs have already heard it).

Part of our infertility journey has included Assisted Reproductive Technologies (ARTs). This runs the gamut from fertility drugs, to interuterine insemination (IUI), to invitro fertilization (IVF). For various reasons we decided not to do IVF, one of which is that I know several people who have had IVF fail only to conceive without ARTs at a later date (including my "friend" Brooke Shields, apparently).

Anyway, we did 9, count them, 9 IUIs. Nine, I tell you! Although only three of those were done after my surgery to remove moderate endometriosis, my mental health and our desire to pursue adoption led us to the decision not to pursue more IUIs at this time. Needless to say, this IUI routine was a big part of our lives for a year. After that many months of regular trips to the doctor I felt a strong bond to my doctor's office and its Nurse Practitioners. By the time I went for my last appointment, most everybody, from the receptionists to the check-out ladies, knew me by sight or by name. Many of those people were invested in us conceiving our long awaited child. We never did. (Duh.)

So, for our last month of treatment, I decided that I was going to make it fun. I joked with the Hannahs about taking my tiara and being Queen IUI! Believe it or not (and you soon will), I stuffed my tiara and my digital camera into my bag before I went for our last IUI. I told you I could prove it, and here goes.



I set up the self-timer on my camera and took a couple of shots that I didn't like. Mind you, I'm in the dark and wearing a tiara when the door open and in walks my doctor! I don't think he saw my head, because I think he caught my back as I was crouching down by my bag trying to shove the camera into it. I am so glad the camera didn't flash just as he walked in. How would I explain this?

I walked out of there on my last day of infertility treatment with closure. I really felt happy that I had something to show for all those trips to the doctor, even if it was only a picture! This was an important year of my life. I feel like I graduated from college again. I get wistful for those days, but I am ultimately glad that I have finished with that episode of My Life So Far.

Moving on always feels good, even if it is hard.

The Beginning.

Monday, November 21, 2005

I'm back

And sad. (Warning - get out the tissues). I am feeling very infertile today, after a conversation with a very optimistic woman who has been TTC for one month. I remember those first three months of being hopeful, then the first three treatment months of being hopeful, and thinking, "I shouldn't buy new clothes right now because I will probably be pregnant soon." I missed out on a lot of cute stuff that first summer! It is really hard listening to someone talk nonchalantly about getting pregnant when I know what an amazing gift it is to be granted.

Plus, my Meeko kitty is sick. She might have cancer - we won't know for a little while. She is an angel and looks like this (on the right):


Years ago I watched my favorite kitty Faith die a slow, painful death. It was agonizing. Meeko was with me then and I wished it had been her instead. Oh, my heart. Now she's sick and may die - if this is cancer the prognosis is terrible. I don't think we would prolong her life and have her go through pain for an extra year of life. I was sure she would be with us for a long time. Then I feel guity because she recently was put on medication for the rest of her life and I didn't want to give it to her forever. Now forever is possibly very short. Plus, I always pay more attention to Punky instead. He is an affection hog and Meeko is not.

I feel so guilty, like I have been a terrible "Mommy" to her. I just love her silky fur and her sweet demeanor. She lightly pats you on the arm and says "mew" quietly. Here she is now. She looks like a camel with this tumor on her back. I'm just crying with grief right now as I look at her and realize she will likely never meet our baby. I can't cry too much or she'll leave the room and I don't want her to leave ever. I have to go blow my nose. I'm a mess. You should see this beautiful kitty.

If I hear anyone tell me, "She's just a cat" I might sock them. Pets are an infertile person's fur-babies. Next I am going to complain that I get tired of people likening adoption to getting a pet, but for now I get to do that because she is my kitty and this is my body going through infertility.

I feel like adoption plans are on hold. I think I'm just tired from the past week.

What a downer. Guess what? I'm not super-human, and I don't get to pretend with you that I am. Sometimes I am sad and drip like a faucet.

I'll keep you blogged about my sweet kitty. Punky does not want to be an only-cat. Praying for a miracle!

Monday, November 14, 2005

Love

Faithful blog fans - I still love you! In the famous words of John Cusack in Say Anything, I am monumentally busy for the next week.

Tomorrow - work, make transparencies, teach middle school choir, teach piano and guitar lessons, and skip rehearsal for our Rock And Roll Band to pack for trip, write two short papiers, and create some sort of handouty thingy.

Wednesday - fly to Orlando on a jet airliner for our annual American Music Therapy Asssociation National Conference in which I am presenting a blurb about my experiences as a TA at UT.

Conferency-type activities for the next few days.

A visit from Rosebud (Connie Sou) on the 21st!

One more day of class, one more day of middle school choir, and then Thanksgiving.

It doesn't look so busy when typed out, but I sure feel stressed.

Gee, this is thrilling, isn't it? Just in case you need to catch up with me, I'll be at the Sheraton World Resort, Orlando at 407-352-1100. I just looked at the hotel website, and suddenly taking a trip to Orlando is looking more relaxing than I am making it out to be.


Wurstfest 2005, New Braunfels, Texas. Opa and Oma Whitney in the cute outfits!

Seeing as this is Our Adoption Blog, I should at least post a semi-update. Our three letter of recommendation forms are in the hands of their new owners! We still have to ask our pastor (one of many at our church) to write us a rec. Seeing as this person literally jumped into the air when we told him we were getting married, I don't think this will be a problem.

Next step are our physicals. I have not had a physical since 1994!

Olivia Newton-John, this one's for you!

"Let's get a physical, physical, I wanna get a physical..."

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Baby's first presents!


About a year ago I crocheted a baby afghan. After I had done about 6 rows I was still trying to figure out who it was for. With very little encouragement, I decided that it would be for ME (oops, I mean US)! I have been good over the past few years, not buying very much baby stuff lest I collect a whole bunch and then get sad that no one will wear it. But, this is the first package that came addressed to our baby. I wonder what the mailman thought when obviously un-pregnant me (although I have been known to fool people after a big meal) answers the door for the package that is addressed to "Baby S."

Thanks, Grandma Ann and Papa Bruce!


Yesterday I modeled to Randy how we would use these items. I put it over my shoulder and patted the butt (Randy made explosion sounds), I cradled it in my arms (don't worry, I know it's not a baby!), and rocked it back and forth. I stopped short of dressing up Punky in it and calling him "baby boy." (Oh, if you must know, sometimes I call him that anyway.)

The cute hat is to keep a newborn's head warm in freezing Austin, Texas. For example, today it was 85 degrees outside. Yes, it is November. Oh well, we'll crank down the air conditioning down in the baby's room!

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Our first setback

Awww...ain't it cute? I shall love it and squeeze it and call it George.

Our agency needs a piece of paperwork that we won't be able to get to them until late January. We were all ready to get everything in before Thanksgiving, and now we have to wait. And so, we wait. Maybe.

I guess I was kidding myself to think everything would go smoothly. Of course that would have to be a joke! You know, the kind of joke that isn't funny at all - like the ones 5 year olds make up.

"What did the tree say to the grass?"

"I don't know, Timmy, what did the tree say to the grass?"

"It said, Hi. I'm a tree!"

??

Yesterday when I found out about this, and earlier today, this snag made me feel helpless and frustrated (ask my Hannahs!). Now I am not exactly jumping for joy, but I figure that our baby just isn't ready yet. I said to Randy, "What if we got someone else's baby? We'd be saying, "Who's baby is this?'" Think about that!

We've decided to go ahead and proceed with the other paperwork. Who knows. My friend Kim reminded me the other day about the Star Wars episode where Obi-won-kenobi said to the storm troopers, "Papers? You don't need to see any papers." Then the agency says, "We don't need to see any papers" with a blank look. It wouldn't hurt to get the other items in early.

So, our next thing to do is get physicals. I haven't had a physical since 1995. I guess I'm aout due for one! And to go to a doctor that is not my fertility doctor is going to be a real thrill. Whoopity-doo!

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Heads we win, tails we win!

Quite a good deal!

Over the past few days, several new babies have come into my life! This is because one time last year I received 5 pregnancy announcements in a matter of a few days (you know who you are! ;o)

I look at these pictures I have received, and they are so beautiful and touching. A mommy and a new baby who just spent 40 weeks (or 37!) bonding with Mommy in her womb. I can't help but be a little wistful, you know? I want to carry my baby in my womb. We are so excited about adoption! And still, I know there will be times that I will feel sad that I did not carry our child. Not just a child, but our child. Our child by adoption will be Our Child. Or maybe I won't ever feel sad - I just don't know. (I know, I said "I know" but I really just think it's likely).

In any case, God builds families in different ways. In the eyes of God, our child, by birth or adoption, is meant to be our child. S/he is created to be our child. Right now there might be a pregnant young woman wondering what she is going to do with a baby. Our baby may be conceived at this very moment! I pray for our baby and his or her birthparents every day. Will you join me? I had a dream once that our baby's birthmother would be named Cheryl. Sometimes I call her "Cheryl."

God's purposes will be fulfilled. He promises us that. Whether God's purpose is for us to adopt, to adopt and then conceive, to conceive and then adopt, or to do neither (ouch), we win! We already won, actually. We won when Jesus died on the cross. We won when God adopted all who call on Him. We win each time His purpose is fulfilled in our life!

Our story will have a happy ending. We might never have pictures right after the birth with me in a hospital bed with our baby who grew in "mommy's tummy." But, we might have a picture right after the birth of our child with me in high heels, my hair beautifully coiffed, and wearing a kicky pantsuit (not likely). There will probably be tears of joy, and tears of grief as we realize that our baby's birthmother will not get to experience her baby's everyday life. We will end up being exhausted, sleep deprived, bewildered, awestruck, in love, all most all of the things biological parents go through. Except, I'll be able to sit comfortably on my butt and drive my car right out of the hospital. That's something...

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Book Review - Adopting After Infertility


Part of our homestudy process is reading 3 adoption-related books each. I finished my first one yesterday. I thought I'd do a book review, especially since there are 1/2 a dozen other things I should be doing right now.

I purchased this book for obvious reasons. After 31 months of TTC I think we qualify for the title! I was really looking forward to a perspective on how to get past infertility and shift gears into the adoption process. I'm not sure I found what I was expecting in this book, but I learned some new things regardless.

The book is neatly broken down in to three sections: dealing with infertility, committing to adoption, and then adoption needs and issues (we all have needs and issues!) The first section of the book, called "The Challenge of Infertility," uses metaphor of a dragon representing infertility, and the prince and princess making a battle plan to defeat the dragon. The first thing Johnston suggests is to assess the losses that permanent infertility involves. These are the loss of:

a) Control over many aspects of life.
b) Individual genetic continuity linking past and future.
c) The joint conception of a child with one's life partner.
d) The physical satisfactions of pregnancy and birth.
e) The emotional gratifications of pregnancy and birth.
f) The opportunity to parent.

Think about these things. Especially if you have biological children (duh, we're all biological but you know what I mean!) and are struggling to understand what it means to be infertile/subfertile.

Johnston then gives "assignments" for the couple to complete individually and then meet to discuss the results. We did not follow this process exactly, but the main point was to be sure to communicate your feelings about this to each other. If you are a couple who likes a highly structured routine of decision making, this section of this book will be immensely helpful.

Parts of this book were quite dry, but there are also some very interesting observations. Topics include society's reactions to adoption, the entitlement process (bonding with your child and feeling a mutual sense of belonging), different methods of adoption like private, agency, and consultant, deciding on child's gender, race or special needs adoption, etc., getting through the homestudy (or parent preparation process), and the special issues that may come up as an adoptive family.

My favorite part of the book, and when I finally really got into it, was the 3rd section, "Adoption through a lifetime." Johnston states, "We are, and will always be, more like families built by birth than we are unlike them" (p. 206). There are obviously special issues that happen in an adoptive family, but this stuff happens in non-adoptive families, too. One of my favorites is the fear that, in adolescence, the child will say, "You're not my real mother!!" Guess what? This will likely happen. But, the truth is, this is the same thing as a child saying, "I hate you!" to his parents. Hey, that happens, too (did I do that, Mom?). My brother Kirk used to say, "I'm not going to invite you to my birthday party!" Children, in asserting their independence, will at one time or another wish their parents were not their parents.

Johnston states, "It is in these moments, common to all parents, that reaffirm that being parents is more important than becoming parents and cause the differences in adoptive parenting to recede to insignificance" (p. 270).

Pros for this book:

Includes Positive Adoption Language (making an adoption plan vs. "giving up child for adoption"; placing the child for adoption vs. putting the child up for adoption; parent preparation process vs. homestudy; biological parent vs. real parent or natural parent (ouch).
Touches thoroughly on deciding what type of child you will be able to parent, and then what to do after you've adopted.
Lots of anecdotes and personal stories from individuals. This breaks up the dry parts immensely.
Many references to other books, including ones for children, fiction, etc. and references to adoption magazines and support organizations.

Cons for this book:

This book was written in 1992, and adoption has changed a lot since then. In the past decade open adoption has become more prevalent. Buckner Adoption Agency only does open adoptions. In an open arrangement, the adoptive family and birth family share full disclosure of information - phone numbers, address, etc. This is not co-parenting! The adoptive parents are the parents. But, open adoption allows for everyone's emotional well-being. The most important person in adoption - the child - will not wonder, "Who do I look like?" The birthparents will never walk around the mall thinking, "Is that my child?" The adoptive parents will not agonize, "My child is sick. Is this an inherited disease? Does cancer run in their family?" Also, in the aforementioned scenario "You're not my real mother," you can then verify with the birthmother that she wouldn't allow what you said "No" to either. Sweet.

For me personally, the lack of a spiritual element to this book leaves me a little empty. I want to know what God has to say about adoption, and how scripture addresses these issues. I want to read about Joseph accepting Jesus as his own child, about Samuel, Hannah's beloved son, being raised by Eli, and Moses being adopted by Pharoah's daughter. I know I can find this information elsewhere, but for me spirituality is a huge part of adoption and this book was definitely about the nitty-gritty (what on earth does that mean?) of adoption. That's fine.

Lastly, this book was written at a time where it took several years to adopt a child. In Texas in 2005 the average waiting time is one year. This may or may not be true in other parts of the country. There were several times in this book that my heart started to race thinking about how many waiting couples there were in 1992 for babies, etc., and how long it might take. This is where I could have used some comforting references about God's timing! Just FYI, at Buckner they only accept 25 couples per year and typically are working with 20 birth families. Those odds do not look that bad.

So, check this book out from the library and just read the parts that are applicable and intereting to you. So far I don't really have any other books to compare it to, so I can't rank it in order of usefulness or anything.

This was fun. Oh, cr%p, now I have to do my work.

Johnston, P. (1992). Adopting after infertility. Indianapolis: Perspectives Press. ISBN: 0-944934-10-2

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Promises, promises!


About the best caramel apple ever eaten - see www.johnnyapplestix.com.

Once upon a time I was a wee lass and lived in California. We had some great "neighbors" (more like an extended family, actually) who my bro (see chainsaw below) and I grew up with. We would gather eggs from their chicken coop, swim in each other's pools (it was California, after all), and ride around town in the way-back of the Foxy Loxy (a.k.a. the Suburban). Regularly, Dawn and I would swing on their swingset singing Captain and Tenille's "Love will keep us together", whilst waving to our "fans" (i.e. the grass).

Cut to 25 years later (!), and Tony D. and his business partner have founded Johnny Applestix, starting out with fresh, fried apple sticks served with dipping sauces, and moving into the caramel apple business. Let me tell you - this is the best caramel apple you'll ever eat. Remember - you get what you pay for! And folks, stay close, because they have "It's a Boy" and "It's a Girl" apples that someone has been tempted with for the future. Apparently, these won't all be for me, but we'll have to share! As I said - stay close!

Go look - you'll be in awe of their beauty.

www.johnnyapplestix.com

The open adoption post will have to wait until later, because I want to finish my book "Adopting after Infertility" tonight. One down, 2 to go for the homestudy (or "parent preparation process"). In the meantime, check out my new and increasing links on the right here.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Baby's room.




My dad would be so proud!










This is not a joke. What are we going to do about this!?

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Tragedy - Internet down!

Here I sit happily at the library so I can get online. Internet service at the house is not working. I am addicted - not ashamed to admit it!

The other day in class we were talking about teenage pregnancy. I felt so weird about it. I think teenage pregnancy is very sad - or do I? In praying for our birthmother am I praying for a teen pregnancy to occur? Have you ever thought of that?

I guess this question is along similar lines as when I hear, "If God could stop such-and-such injustice, why wouldn't He?" (Ooh - this is a doozy). Well, my response would be, God does not make these things happen. He is not sitting in heaven with strings attached to our hands and feet controlling us like little Pinocchios. We have our own volition that is God-given (and sometimes misued, of course). He is then there for us when me make inappropriate decisions, so that through grace by faith we will have comfort.

I'm not praying and hoping for a teenager to get pregnant (and not all birthmothers are teenagers), but I guess if a teenager is to find herself in that desperate situation and to choose adoption for her child, I am thankful that we might be in the position to parent our (her's and our's) precious baby.

More on open adoption later...my personal library space has been invaded!

See you!

Love,
Amy