Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Boatload of Busy

Lots going on...

  • My grandpa passed away on Monday.  Yes, the one that Nathan just met at the beginning of March.  He's had leukemia for a a couple of years and had been having a hard time for awhile.  It's a blessing for him - he's no longer in pain.  I'm very grateful my little man was able to meet him before he left us.

  • Speaking of Mr. Nathan, he's like a billboard for Johnson and Johnson today because he had so many Band-Aids.  Poor kid got 4 immunizations and had was jabbed multiple times before they could get enough blood for his lab work.  They had to send us over to the hospital lab because he just doesn't bleed well (insult to injury).  This time Papa held him down.  I thought at first that would be awesome.  That was until Nathan started screaming, "Mama!  Mama!  All done!  All done!"  My poor little man. 
  • He did do quite a bit of CHARMING on the nurses and the receptionists.  He says, "Whose Your Daddy?" and it's just scrumptious.  They all claimed they wanted to take him home.  (HEY - Go get your own kid!  This one is MINE.  I've waited a LONG TIME for him!!)

  • He's seriously doing wonderfully.  He amazes me sometimes.  He's just wacky and happy and singy and dancy and silly and two and WONDERFUL.  If I was to make up an "internet alias" for him right now, I'd call him "Ma-lum Ma-lum".  I have NO IDEA if it's even a word, but he yells and sings it all the time lately. 

  • He has also invented this game where I give him a kiss and then he pretends to wipe it off and then I pretend to freak out that he's wiping off perfectly good Mama kisses and he LAUGHS and CACKLES and we do it again.   I'll have to see if we can get that one on film to share...

  • Oh, I had another Awesome Mommy Moment plowed over by the El Camino!  Brent called me at work.  He put Nathan on the phone and said, "Nathan, who is that?" 

Nathan said, "It Mama!"

And I said, "I love you, Sweetness"

And he said, "El Camino!"


  • We're excited to see all Nathan's friends from the O next week.  Michelle and family are coming down and so we're having a little shindig for the kiddos to see each other again.  Nathan sees Collin regularly (or "Tollin" as he calls him... "Tollin and Tant TiTi" instead of Collin and Aunt Tia).

  • Is it pathetic that Brent's teaching Nathan how to sing "STINKY BUTT! STINKY BUTT!" when he has a bad diaper and I think it's adorable?  It is pathetic, isn't it.  Give it to me straight.
  • We've got some awesome stuff going on with the non-profit, but I need to wait for the Public Relations Director (Brent) to finish up the press-release before I update all y'all.  AWESOME, I tell you.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

"The Way" We Communicate Around Here....

We do a lot of pointing at things and saying what the name of it is in English around these parts.  Mr. Nathan repeats what we say and we move on to the next thing.  It's all about repetition, right?

Well, a few weeks ago, Nathan and I were playing with his Matchbox Cars (thanks Jodi and Grandma R) and Mama got tired of saying, "Car", "Car", "Car", "Truck", "Car" as we pointed at all of them.  So I decided to mix it up a bit and use the actual names of the car models or models.  

That's where the problem started.  

It's not that I don't know my cars.  I'm pretty "non-girly" as those things go. 

No, the problem was that out of all the things I listed off, the one that stuck wasn't the Porsche or the Ferrari, or even the Mustang or the Magnum.  No!  It couldn't be any of those.  The one that stuck was "El Camino".  Nathan thinks it's the BEST. WORD. EVER.

Not my Proudest Mommying Moment. I happen to loathe the El Camino with the fires of one thousand suns... -ish.  (I might be rounding up.)

So for the next day he toddled around saying, "elcamino elcamino elcamino."  ALL. DAY. LONG.  Later we called my mom and Nathan and Grandma played a random "El Camino" game where he'd say it with a weird inflection and she'd repeat it.  They both laughed pretty hard at that one.  This wasn't just "once or twice"... it was at least 5 solid minutes of "ELcamino.  elcaminO.  El...camino!"

I'm in hell.
So fast forward a week.  Last Wednesday night I put my sweet, little boy to bed, tucked him in a gave him a kiss.  The next morning that sweet little boy isn't who woke up.  Instead what emerged from his bed was some sort of Evil Alter Ego.  Let's call him Senor Cranky Pants.

Senor Cranky Pants had a fit ALL MORNING LONG.  He had a lot of timeout.  At one point, I had him in timeout on the stairs.  I let him scream for a few minutes. Then I pulled out all my best Mommying skills and everything Nathan and I have been working on for the last 2 months and went over to him.  I took his sweet little face in my hands and said, "Nathan... Look at Mama's eyes." (and he did - we've been working on that - FOCUS when I'm talking to you).  I said, "You haven't been happy this morning, have you?" and he nodded.  "What can I do, Sweetness.  What do you need?  How can Mama help you?"

He looked up at me with those deep brown pools that are his eyes; eyes brimmed and running over with the tears from this last tantrum.  He looked thoughtful and I felt like he understood what I was asking.  This may be it!  This may be the moment that my Awesome Mommy Skills help me COMMUNICATE with my son and thereby ease his pain.  THIS IS IT!  

His answer came in a soft, gentle whisper as he said:  "elcamino".

Yeah...apparently the communication breakthrough wasn't really as "real" as I'd hoped.  He still has no idea what I'm talking about.  No Awesome Mommy Points for me that day. (although Senor Cranky Pants did finally disappear shortly afterward and Nathan and I had a pleasant day without him).

The final installment (I hope it's final) in this series happened last night.  He'd fallen asleep on my lap.  I carried him up to his room, changed his diaper and put his pajamas on him.  He was NOT coherent, but he kept trying to put his arm through sleeves that weren't there.  He was trying to help me get him ready for bed.  That finished, I laid him down, tucked him in and kissed his cheek.  I said, 'I love you, Sweetness.  Good night."

And his whispered reply?   

"el camino"

That darn car is going to ruin every Mama Moment for me, isn't it?  That's what I get for introducing it to him in the first place!

He seriously loves that car, Jodi.  It's the only one he knows by name.  The rest are just "Machins".  But he'll ask for his "El Camino" if he can't find it or he'll bring it to me and show it to me and tell me that it's his "El Camino".  

Next time, I'll stick with things I won't mind him repeating!

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Now You Can Find Out The Same Way I Did....

Brent sent me an email Friday while I was at work. It just had these pictures in it:

Yeah, Mama's eyes probably looked a bit like this when she saw the pictures:

Good thing it grows fast!

Comment from Brent:  What Lori neglected to state is that he was itching head ferociously and she had talked about shaving his head as well to make it easier to apply lotion. So when I finally did it, it was a good thing because his scalp had two huge really nasty dry spots!

Friday, March 19, 2010


We took Nathan to the local Cabela's last weekend.

If you've never been to a Cabela's they have a large number of taxidermied animals on display.

My sweet Haitian son, who has never seen anything besides dogs and cats, thought everything was a puppy.

The polar bear.  The lion.  Even the zebra.  All "puppies!"

He liked it though.  He had a good time.  

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Severe Cuteness Ahead. Please Merge Left

I have this pair of reading glasses I use when I've been on the computer all day long and my eyeballs are tired.

They look much better on him though.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Out of the Mouths of Babes

I just found this in my Blogger Drafts... I meant to post it a couple weeks ago.  Sorry, Cliss:

My KohlBabySweetStars has said some pretty funny things lately about Mr. Nathan.

Cliss said that one day they were cleaning and suddenly Kohl started talking.  She said:

(out of the blue)  Kohl: "That's really cool about Brent and Lori's kid"
(small pause)      Kohl: "He's cool. I like him"
                           Me: "Yeah, it's really neat. He's a cute little boy. I'm sure you'll really have fun with him"
(best   Kohl:   "And he's black. That's my favorite color."  (said with absolute sincerity, honestly, and innocence. I loved it.)
(smile from me.........)
                           Kohl:  "We're gonna have two Nates. A kid Nate and a grown up Nate. (he laughs a little to himself)                         
                                           "It's gonna be so fun"
Then a few days (just before we had a dinner date scheduled with them) she said she heard this from Kohl, "Tomorrow we are going to Brent and Lori's!" She asked him why he was so excited and he said, "To see Nate. I really like him. I love his skin. It's like brownish black. I really like it."

Thanks for coming over guys!  Nate LOVED playing with you!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Threatening Messages

This was on the fridge at work today.

I have the best team - all great guys!

Probably whoever lost their truffles doesn't think that, though...

Hand-Me-Overs, Part De

Brent's mom found this sweater in her cedar truck this last week.

Brent's Grandma Hall sent it to Brent about 38 years ago when she was serving an LDS Mission in London, England.

Turns out it just fits Mr. Nathan right now.

Thank you, Mom, and thank you, Grandma Hall.  We wish you could have met Nathan.  He's really too awesome for words, sometimes.

Sunday, March 14, 2010


Nathan received a package in the mail this week.  

It was from Changlais, a little boy from his orphanage that now lives in North Carolina.  Turns out that Changlais's parents bought some shoes for him before he came home.  When he got home, the shoes were too small.  

They've obviously purchased shoes that fit him now, but Changlais kept trying to put the small pair on. 

I think when you haven't had anything to call your own, ever in your life, it's hard to part with things that are yours, even if they never fit.

Changlais' Mama finally convinced him that the shoes were just too small and would never fit.  Changlais said that he wanted to give them to John Peter then (remember, that's Nathan's Hatiain name).  Melissa said she asked him if he loved John Peter and he said, "Oui!"  (or "Wi" as they spell it in Kreyol)

Thank you, Changlais, for sharing what you have and setting a good example.

We wanted to share some pictures of Nathan in your shoes.  Your Papa was right and they are big on him, but he LOVED them and we'll hang on to them.

It's not every day you get gifts from old friends.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Need Photos?

After I put out my "A.P.B." for Tia, my friend, Scott offered to take some pictures of her and Collin so she could update her online dating profile.

Scott does an excellent job - and he's a great guy.  I'd highly recommend him if you're on the Wasatch Front and need family pictures or have a wedding to do.

He had Tia and Collin come up to Salt Lake one afternoon and took some pictures at the Salt Lake Library.  

You can check out his work here

And now here:

Thank you, Scott!  You did a great job!  I was there, and no how uncharacteristically serious Collin actually was that morning and how little he actually smiled, but you captured some great shots anyway!

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Hope from Haiti

By Heidi Toth
Pictures by Patrick Smith
Published in the Daily Herald, March 7th, 2010

When Brent Rosenlof comes home at night, Nathan's face lights up. The toddler greets Papa with a hug and a "bijou," then gets thrown up and down and around until his giggling is the loudest noise in the house.

Brent Rosenlof shows affection for their newly adopted Haitian son, Nathan, at their home in Lehi

"Watch his head," Lori Rosenlof tells her husband. "I say that all the time. Watch his head. Watch his head."

Brent did watch Nathan's head. In fact, watching Nathan is fast becoming an Olympic sport at the Rosenlofs' Lehi house, as the couple who have been trying to adopt for nine years finally brought home this Haitian toddler. Getting him here required mountains moving and a pilot refusing to move until his plane was filled with children.

Shortly after the Jan. 12 earthquake, Brent and Lori, along with their friends Tia Simpson and David and Candice Aitken, had not known if their adoptive children were alive and where they were. The good news that all of their children were found safely launched Team Hope, an effort to get 68 children waiting to be adopted out of Haiti and to their families. Lori and Brent paused their normal lives so Brent could go to Haiti and Lori could collect, copy and send hundreds of forms to the U.S. and Haitian governments so dozens of children could leave the country, then take a red-eye flight with other parents from Salt Lake City to Miami.

Tia has gone from bachelorette to mother of 2-year-old Collin, whose French name was Olivier, and Lori and Brent are celebrating Nathan's homecoming while still working and praying for 3-year-old Jessica, whose birth father came to the Haitian orphanage in December and took her away. The Aitkens, who adopted three children, declined to be interviewed for this article.
It has been, for all parties, quite a transition.

"The guys at work are giving me a hard time that I won't think the car seat's so cool in a little while," Lori said.

Surprise! You're a mom

"You fit pretty good right there," Tia tells Collin as he settles into her lap.

Tia Simpson shares affection with Collin, her newly adopted 22-month-old son from Haiti, at her Lehi home, Wednesday, Feb.17, 2010. Simpson is one of small number of families in Utah County that have recently adopted children from Haiti following the tragic earthquake
He's managed to fit pretty good into every aspect of her life, which, even a year ago, she would never have expected. Tia is 33 and single; she works full time, and she never imagined having a Haitian toddler in her life.

In fact, she had her guard up in June when she went to Haiti with Brent and Lori to meet their children and see the country. Little Collin came to the hotel with the orphanage director, and he was not feeling well. The director asked Tia to watch him for a little while. Collin nestled into her arms, laid his head on her chest and fell asleep.

Tia reckons she was set up; Lori said her friend had checked Collin out online before going and willingly walked into any trap she may have laid.

TIA'S BLOG: "I got to spend the next four days playing Ollie's 'mom.' It's an experience I will cherish for the rest of my life. I had no idea I could fall in love so completely, so quickly. I miss his big brown eyes. They seemed to look right through me. ... I miss you Ollie."

A few weeks later she decided to adopt him. She second-guessed herself, especially since the LDS Church, of which she is an active member, focuses heavily on two-parent households. She visited with a local stake president about her concerns.

He told her it was a great idea, since life with one parent was far better than life with no parents. Still uncertain, she spent time in prayer and at an LDS temple and debated, sure a mother and a father would see just how adorable Collin was and want to adopt him.

That debate lasted a couple of weeks, and she started the paperwork in July. The process normally takes years, but was sped up because of the earthquake.

She was surprisingly grateful to not be married; the paperwork is more complicated when two people have to undergo medical and psychological evaluations, and the Haitian government requires that a couple be married 10 years before adopting.

A monthly parent update banished all doubts. In October, Tia found herself with a picture of a swollen, shaven, miserable little boy; Collin had an allergic reaction to some medicine just before the update. He was fine now, the director assured Tia.

"I'll tell you if he's OK," Collin's mother wanted to say, impatient that she couldn't see him for another two weeks. "He needs his mom, and I'm not there."

There followed two months of frustration with the Haitian government and the long-distance celebration of Collin's official 2-year birthday -- also Christmas Day -- then a terrifying two weeks after the earthquake. First, Tia heard that Collin was safe. Then she heard the orphanage staff weren't sure where he was. Then, he was found again, at an LDS chapel in Petionville, but they were running out of food and water.

TIA'S BLOG: "I don't know if Collin is OK."

Lori's assignment on the ground included getting money and supplies to Haiti. She coordinated through their charity, Hope for the Little Angels of Haiti, to send money through a Utah doctor going to Haiti, as well as raising money for gasoline and being the point of contact for the adoption agency and dozens of equally anxious parents. She alternated between frenetically running around trying to get all the necessary paperwork, which seemed to change by the hour, updating families on what was happening and worrying about her children. Jessica had left the orphanage and could be anywhere. They were too young to understand what was happening, and the aftershocks just kept coming, and they were scared.

As the days went by, she took comfort in knowing her husband was with Nathan and was looking for Jessica. Jessica's mother had taken the girl to the orphanage years before because she knew her daughter could have a better life with someone else. Miss Jess, as Lori calls her, is part of their family. When she asks for Dad, she's thinking of Brent.

LORI'S BLOG: "I wonder, in all this mess, if Jessica's father will find us again. If he'll bring her back and if we'll be able to have her in our family the way it has always felt like we should. ... I wonder where my Nathan is. ... I wish I was there to hold you, Little Man."

Brent got to Haiti about 10 days after the earthquake. They knew when he went down that 
Nathan was safe, but not much else. Besides driving throughout Port-au-Prince looking for Jessica, he also went in search of Nathan. His son, however, unexpectedly came to him in the back of a pickup truck full of other orphans.

"I get around the back side of the truck and ... " Brent's eyes got big and his jaw dropped, imitating the surprise he felt when he unexpectedly came face to face with his son. "'Hey, that's Nathan!' And once that happened, he kind of got all the attention."

Brent and Nathan stayed close until about a day after Lori showed up in Miami. Then she went back to being the favorite parent.

"I'm a second-class citizen," Brent complained after playing with Nathan almost nonstop for several minutes, plus changing his diaper and changing him into pajamas, then immediately getting dropped in favor of Lori.
 Lori Rosenlof shares a moment with her newly adopted Haitian son, Nathan, at their home in Leh

"Daddies are for playing, and mamas are for snuggling," the favorite parent said, holding her son close and kissing his head while he willingly settled into her lap.

Life as an only child -- almost

Collin is all boy. He likes loud toys with moving parts, kicking a soccer ball and jumping on the bed. He resisted cleaning up, even though part of his playing involved pouring toys out and then putting them back. Once he did start cleaning, he was easily distracted by the toys he was supposed to be putting away.
Tia Simpson teaches her son Collin English words at her Lehi home

He was still warming up to the dog. Tucker followed Tia around, sometimes surprising Collin, who did not like that. He would pet Tucker once, then look around for approval before petting him again, just once and quickly. He did not like Tucker to get too close, which Tucker only did when he tried to get close to Tia.

Lori Rosenlof wishes Nathan liked the dogs a little less than he does. He chases Divot, a Jack Russell terrier and Bobby Jones, a whippet, around the house regularly. They share food and toys. That part is OK.

"Oh, that's so gross," Lori said, cringing as Divot licked Nathan's wide-open mouth.
 Lori Rosenlof newly adopted Haitian son, Nathan, shares a kiss with the family dog, Divot, at their home in Lehi, Thursday, Feb.18, 2010. Dogs are known to run rampant in Haiti, but Nathan frequently shares his affection with the family dogs

Nathan pouts on the shoulder of his mother, Lori Rosenlof, after she told him he is no longer allowed to kiss the family dogs

Nathan has a little too much female influence in his life to make his father happy; Brent is concerned that since so many of Nathan's cousins are female, family reunions are going to include nail polish and Barbies.

He does have a yellow Tonka truck that he loves pushing around the floor; the problem is in the cargo. He latched onto a necklace of Lori's and alternates between wearing it, much to Brent's chagrin, and towing it around in his truck.

"We've gotta get something more manly," Papa said, shaking his head.

He does like playing ball with Mama, Papa, Grandma and Grandpa, and judging by the laughter, his favorite game is getting tossed around and playfully manhandled by his father. He is a bit of a mama's boy, but that doesn't mean he and his dad haven't had their moments. Brent remembers a trip to Haiti when Nathan was about five months old. They spent an afternoon sitting on the bed watching a Seattle Seahawks game. Nathan sat between Brent's legs, leaning back, arms slung over Brent's legs.

A status update from Brent's Facebook page: "How cool is it that I just got to watch the superbowl with my SON!"

There's camping, Boy Scouts, playing football and going to see the Harlem Globetrotters. Brent has plans for father-son outings and sharing his passions with the toddler who's been in his life for two years and in his home for a few weeks.

Not that Lori isn't looking forward to a few perks.

"Just being a family," she said. "Nothing against my dear spouse, but it just gets kind of boring, just the two of us."

The picture-perfect family dinners Lori imagined have yet to materialize; they have to feed Nathan first because he feels like he has to eat food that's in front of him. He can clean his plate twice before he's done, and he won't say no to a package of fruit snacks before going to bed. He is good at sharing the fruit snacks with Mama and Papa, though.

At dinner, though, they leave him alone and he eats.

"I think that's a little bit much right there, baby," Lori said, watching Nathan shove a huge spoonful of food into his mouth.
 Nathan Rosenlof finishes his dinner with a long drink in Lehi, Thursday, Feb.18, 2010. 
Nathan is going accustom to eating American food since being adopted from Haiti.

His favorite food is meat, which so far agrees with him. Lori said his color has gotten better and his hair has grown much more quickly since he's been home getting regular meals. Nathan also is changing. His parents see more of his personality now that they're with him constantly and he's used to their home and the family. He's a funny child who can, his mother said ruefully, throw a temper tantrum in two languages.

"He started making faces at me to try to make me laugh, and then he started laughing at how funny he was, and he's never done that before in the two and a half years we've known him," Lori said.

Haitian or American, some parts of being 2 just don't change. Collin played happily and quietly for hours until Tia brought him inside so he could eat and take a nap. He then sat down, leaned against the wall and wailed while Tia took off his coat and heated up spaghetti for lunch. The crying continued unabated until his mother reappeared in his line of vision. His arms reached entreatingly toward her, silent tears still running down his face.
Tia Simpson feeds her newly adopted 22-month-old son, Collin, from at her Lehi home, Wednesday, Feb.17, 2010. 
Collin is learning how to take care of himself since being adopted from Haiti. 

"Are you all done now?" she asked, collecting him in her arms. The two cuddled for a moment, she said, "I'm sorry, Mommy," and prompted him to repeat it. All was forgiven.

Until naptime, that is, when the tears come back at full volume. Collin didn't try to climb out of his bed, but he didn't succumb to sleep without a fight. At first Tia sat across the room where he can see her, but then she moved over to the bed. Tucker was asleep in the corner of the room.

The sobs slowly quieted into whimpering, and Collin's breathing became slower as Tia kneeled next to his bed, holding his hand, looking down at him.

"It's OK. Mommy's right here," she whispered.

Becoming mom and dad

It's been quite the journey for Tia. Her shopping now revolves around Collin's needs, her house is filled with toys, and her schedule rests entirely on his. Gone is the lead foot. In the place of her simpler life is a toddler who giggles frequently and loves to play.

"I love it when he smiles and when he reaches for me and I know that he's looking for Mom," she said.
 Tia Simpson watches every move of her new son Collin at her Lehi home, Wednesday, Feb.17, 2010. 
Simpson is single and never had any children of her own, so all her time is now spent feeding, and caring for her newly adopted son

 She still, though, describes herself as terrified. She's worried that she lets him cry for too long or should be feeding him more fruits and vegetables. She's afraid that she won't be able to teach him what he needs to know, or that he'll have a hard time growing up as the only black child on the street. Simply put, she believes taking Collin out of Haiti will give him the chance to make something of his life. Tia wants him to use his life to help other people, his people.

"Haiti needs a lot of rebuilding, and I'd like for him to be a part of it, for us to be a part of it," she said.

TIA'S BLOG: "I used to secretly giggle when people would say that they love to watch their children sleep. Now I completely get it. Laundry can wait, and the bathrooms? Well, I wasn't really cleaning those before ... :)"

Meanwhile, she is taking notes, keeping journals, blogging and saving newspaper clippings so one day, when Collin is old enough, she can tell him about his journey.

"I just think I'll tell him that he was part of a miracle -- several miracles," Tia said.

Lori and Brent had been looking forward to having children in their house for years. The Rosenlofs have known Nathan and Jessica for more than two years and have made half a dozen visits in that time. Before Nathan arrived, his room was decorated, and toys filled the bins in the play room. He is named after Brent's best friend. He's called them Mama and Papa for months.
That doesn't change how those words sound in their own home as Mama and Papa change diapers, make dinner, play peek-a-boo and actually get to be full-time parents.

"It probably actually means something now," Lori's father, Art Olson, said.

LORI'S BLOG: "When they make a movie about this, Brent will be played by Angelina Jolie who will adopt all the children herself. Lori will be played by Will Smith, complete with the catchphrase he uses in every movie: 'Aw HELL no!'"

Jessica is a daddy's girl. They have video of Brent and Jessica playing and singing together, and her picture is the wallpaper on his cell phone. They do not know yet if Jessica will ever make it to Utah; right now they're praying that her father is taking care of her, that she knows they love her and that her life is good. They have to have faith that this will work out right, Lori said.

"I don't think the story's over yet," Brent said. "I hope the story's not over yet."

It is what it is

Tia's house is filled with sayings about family, faith and life. Her kitchen has a sign that reads, "A happy home is but an early heaven." The entertainment center has plaques that say, "It will be OK in the end. If it's not OK, it's not the end," and "Family, our most precious gift from God."
The living room walls proclaim, "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away," and "Blessed is the life that enjoys the journey."
Two Haitian masks decorate the living room, as do family pictures, including one of Tia and Tucker, a few of Tia's parents and siblings and many, many pictures of a smiling Collin, some with his proud mother, some playing in Haiti, one with his birth mother, who two years ago left him at the orphanage.

One picture is new.

Tia's mother gave it to her when she found out Collin and the rest of the children had gotten humanitarian parole. The artwork, titled "Worth of a Soul" by Liz Lemon Swindle, is of Jesus Christ holding a little black boy. As the bracelet that Tia wears on her right wrist says, "It is what it is."

The adoptive journey is far from over; technically the parents are their children's sponsors, and they have no idea how to get the needed paperwork to legally adopt him. And there's Jessica.


"Brent's waited a lot of time to throw around his own kid instead of somebody else's," Lori said.
"The best non-soap opera-y part of my life?" Lori wrote on her blog on Feb. 5, about a week after Nathan came home. "That every day now, when I wake up ... I'm still a mom. And he's still snuggled in right beside me in bed. And if I roll too far away, even in his sleep he'll reach out his hand to make sure he can find me.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Random Stuff and More Stuff

Nathan has many personalities.

Not like the "voices in his head" kind of personalities.

However, I am convinced that he may have been a very vocal Italian grandmother in a past life.  He does this thing where he starts yelling the same phrases at the dogs over and over again -  at the top of his lungs - while wildly gesturing with both hands.  And he does it for fun.  It could be Italian.  I wouldn't know.

He also has a future as a flight attendant.  He likes to say, "bye bye".  But yesterday, he started sing-songing it so that now he sounds like the SNL sketch flight attendant. "Ba-Beye"

He's terribly snuggly.  As a mama who waited over a decade for this, that's just a horrible thing.  Just horrible.  :)

He might possibly be addicted to Gogurt.  I'm convinced it has baby crack in it.  It's completely unnatural how much he loves that stuff.  The child can POUND Gogurt. At least it has vitamins.  And he won't drink milk, so the calcium has to come from somewhere (cause heaven knows I don't serve dark green, leafy vegetables).

He has a kissing problem.  He LOVES to kiss.  OK... I'll be honest.  He kinda likes "make out" with the dogs.  I don't think we'll need to take him to the dentist because Divot and Bobby Jones have the whole "teeth cleaning" thing covered for him.
Seriously, though... it's kind of a problem.  He chases the dogs around the house yelling, "Bijou!  Bijou!" (which is like "Kiss me!  Kiss me! in Kreyol) and if he can catch them, he holds their heads while they like every inch of his face (but mostly the "mouth-al" region).  

Brent says we should be more worried about Divot catching something from Nathan, since Nathan's the one with all the parasites. I find myself saying what Lila's daughter would say when I see it:  "That nasty!"

He has the most kissable lips.  He likes to kiss people.  A bit too much.  It's all family so it's not like he's kissing strangers.   But he kisses for an abnormally long time.  He does it with his eyes open and he stares at your eyeballs, and blinks.  It lasts several seconds.  I mean, it's definitely too long if you speak full sentences (like "OK, sweetie.  Thank you for the kiss.  That's enough.  Thank you.") all while he's smooshing your lips with his.  It's awkward, but adorable.  I might be biased. 

He kisses so much that I have had to invent a game I call, "No Kisses!" where I yell, "No!  It's too many kisses!  No Kisses!" and run away from him and then he chases me.  (mothers get desperate sometimes). 

Seriously... have you seen these lips??

I have a feeling that with those kissable lips, and his natural tendency to "overkiss" I'll be called to the principal's office more than once in my future. 

He's getting healthier.  He still weighs about 23-24 lbs.  He's been that weight since at least October when we weighed him on that trip.  We're trying to get all the bugs cleaned up so he can start eating for one.  His belly seems to be flattening though, which is a good sign, and his face and arms are filling out. 
I joke that he can throw a temper tantrum in 2 languages.  He's definitely TWO.  All the way through.  But we've waited a long time for these tantrums and THEY ...   ARE  ...    AWESOME!  So worth it!

Thursday, March 4, 2010


So my siblings and I have this on-going game where we watch for things that people say in conversation or in print that would make good band names or album names.

My friend, Lance says it's a hobby.

Yeah... I'm that lame, I guess.  I'll admit it... It's kind of a hobby.

So today Friend Lance emails me and says, "Ladybug Holocaust:  Best Band Name EVER" and it had a link to this information posted to craigslist in New York back in December:

1500 live ladybugs, accidently bought while drunk, feels bad.

Date: 2009-12-05, 3:34PM EST

So, after consuming pot brownies and getting a little too drunk on thanksgiving a friend and i decided to buy 1500 live ladybugs from amazon, which was a great idea until they came in the mail. Now they're sitting on my windowsill and I have nothing to really do with them. If i set them free they'll die in this weather, if I leave them on my windowsill they'll die.

So, if you have a greenhouse or some kind of animals to feed them to it'd be awesome. I don't want to ruin 1500 lives.

How right you are, my friend... "Ladybug Holocaust" IS the best band name EVER!

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Meeting Great Grandpa

My dad is the oldest of 7 children.  I'm the 2nd of his five kids, which also makes me the 2nd of my grandma's 29 grandchildren.

Mr. Nathan is the 36th great grandchild.

I have a big family.

Saturday was Grandpa Keith's 85th birthday.

Nathan got to meet his great grandparents and a lot of aunts, uncles and cousins that have been involved in praying him home the last couple of years.

He was really good for how confusing and overwhelming that group must have been for him.

This picture is with all of Nathan's immediate cousins.  He loves to say "Abbie" and "Rocco".  He's still working on the rest of the family's names.  


Meeting Great Grandpa Keith.
  Say Hello!

Thank you, Chris for taking pictures!

Monday, March 1, 2010

Look! I'm a baby drag queen burrito!

Brent said it... I just thought it was funny.

This is a towel-hoodie thingy that we got for Miss Jess.  It's pink and the hood is a crown with the word "Princess" across it.  Since she's not home, Nathan's using it and his (which is a green turtle towel).

The other morning, Papa put Nate in the tub and when he got him out, he brought him in all wrapped up like this