There's this meme floating around Bloggityville lately that I just can't continue to pass up any longer. This meme consists of seven things about me. Here goes....
1. I nearly drowned as a five year-old. I got into water too deep over my head, and I remember the horribly helpless feeling of bobbing up and down and trying with every ounce of my body to scream for help. When my parents discovered me, my lips were turning blue. I made it, obviously, but I still have a fear of the water to this day. I do not want water in my face at any time, including the shower. But I do mange to wash my face regularly, thankyouverymuch.
2. I abhor june bugs! They are the most disgusting insects on the face of this earth. This phobia also dates back to my early childhood when one got tangled in my long hair. Those nasty things tend to gravitate towards my hair every summer.
3. I have a tattoo. I'm too lazy to get the camera to take a picture of it right now. It's a black icthus (the Christian fish) on my left ankle. My mother hates it. I like it. I want another one. (Hi, Mom.)
4. I secretly want six kids. (Hi, Rick.)
5. I graduated from college with three credit hours shy of a double major. Yes, that's right, only three hours short of it. I could not force myself to stick around one more semester for the one required course that I needed. I don't know if my parents know that fact. (Hi, Mom.)
6. I used my degree to teach math and science for five years before becoming a mommy. I miss the actual teaching part, but I haven't missed the parents for one day. Parents, be nice to your kids' teachers!
7. I want to skydive!
That was fun. Hope you enjoyed it. If you want to join in on your own blog, consider yourself tagged and leave me a comment so that I can check yours out.
Me
Time Will Tell
Thanks to Margaret for question numero uno to get my brain back in writing mode. She asked two questions, but they each deserve their own post. Today's question is: "Have you considered adopting more or is your family complete?"
Just last night, I was watching a show on TLC about a family with thirteen kids! Oh my word, that wears me out just typing it! I was watching this show in my bed last night, because anything past 9pm must occur with my pillow under my head, quite frankly. Rick came to bed during the last few minutes of the show. When he realized what I was watching, he covered his head with his pillow and said, "I do NOT want thirteen kids!" I laughed and asked how many he would like. As I asked this, I silently prayed, "Please say at least four!" But he didn't. "Three is just enough for me," he said with pure exhaustion filling every square inch of our bedroom.
To give him credit, he had just spent the entire evening in the backyard with the boys, while I kept my allergy-laden body in the air conditioning. Nothing will wear him out more than working a full day at the office and coming home to hit the backyard in 99% humidity with squealing boys. Word to the wise: do not ask your husband for more children after he's been playing outdoors with the children for three hours in addition to his normal work day!
To put all kidding aside, yes, we want to adopt again. Although we have days like yesterday, where we are completely worn out and wonder how in the world we could handle just one more child, we both know deep in our hearts that we are not finished. I would really like to have a girl.
Will we stop with one more baby? I don't know. I imagine that Rick would adamantly say "Yes!", but I can't imagine ever being finished!
Before we got Liam, I remember another adoptive mom telling me that adoption is addictive. I thought that sounded crazy at the time, but it is very true. It's like eating just one chip. How can you take just one, when you know how wonderful they are?! I'll take a handful, please.
The next question people typically ask is, "When?" I'm not certain. I can tell you that I am not ready right now. I still have two in diapers, for goodness sake! It would be nice to get Jack and Garrett potty trained and a bit more independent before adding a fourth child. Maybe in another two years. Only time will tell.
But I can tell you with great certainty that we will not have thirteen kids! Mercy!
I Want to Hear from You!
This is my 103rd post. For several weeks, I had been thinking about how to commemorate my 100th post. I hadn't really come up with anything earth shattering, so when the century mark actually fell on the day before Garrett's surgery, I decided talk about him instead. Now that I've spent the last six days worrying over his health, I'm ready to write about something else.
A lot of bloggers celebrate their one-hundredth post with 100 factual and sometimes quirky tidbits about themselves. However, I might bore you to death with 100 facts about me. Not only am I not that exciting, but I'm suffering from some writer's block.
So, here's what I'm thinking...why don't you post a comment with a question or a topic of discussion for me. My site meter tells me that there are 35 of you faithful readers out there, so don't be shy! Hit me with your best shot! But please keep it family friendly.
Hoping for a Facelift
I would love, love, love to win this contest for a new blog design from Everyday Mommy!
The Patient
Garrett made it through surgery yesterday without any problems. Thanks for thinking about him!
He was actually inerested in eating a little bit last night, but he insisted on wearing his sunglasses during the process. Whatever you want, my child, so long as you eat.
He is pretty fussy today. He's pretty much refusing to swallow his own saliva, so this is proving to be a difficult day. When he sees me coming towards him with a drink, he starts hitting me. Isn't he sweet? I'm being patient, because I know he's miserable, but I am concerned about keeping him hydrated.
He refused to let me hold him this morning, even though I knew that he would fall asleep if he would just let me rock him for a few minutes. This is how I found him a few minutes later:
He's standing at the couch, leaning over with his blanket, and sleeping to the point of snoring! I picked him up and put him to bed for a two-hour nap.
My mom is here so that I can try to nap, so I better pull myself away from the computer. Talk to you later.
D-Day for Garrett
For the last couple of days, I've found myself telling Garrett "I love you" more often than usual. You know, something like 200 times instead of 150. And when I tell him of my love, I silently add, "And I'm sorry for what your about to go through." Why? Because I know that tomorrow is Doom's Day for him, the day in which he will undergo a tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy. Thankfully, he doesn't have any idea what is about to happen to him. But I sure as heck do, and I hurt for him when I think about the recovery process.
He has snored since he was very young, and I really thought nothing of it, until we began to notice that he was also suffering from sleep apnea. Because it's slightly important to breathe continually throughout the night, his ENT wants to remove his extra large tonsils and adenoids. We're also hoping that perhaps his eating will improve, after the recovery, once his throat has more room for the large adult-sized bites that he insists on forcing down his throat.
Anyway, I remember the excruciating pain from my own tonsillectomy as an eight year-old. I remember my mom telling me, "Ami, you have to start swallowing your saliva. You will never get better if you don't start swallowing." And I remember thinking, "WHAT?! You want me to swallow my spit?! It may seem simple to you, but swallowing my spit feels like swallowing a bucket of nails!" That is why I hurt for my baby Garrett.
And so, I ask that you please say a prayer or two for him. The surgery itself is tomorrow at 8 am CST and should be short and simple. The recovery process is what I'm dreading. He will be on liquids for the first 24 hours, and I can slowly add soft "solids" thereafter. He is to avoid rough play for a week. No spicy, acidic, or rough foods for 3 weeks. Please pray for much less pain than I am anticipating for him, and please pray that he will have a strong desire to drink in order to avoid dehydration. And you can pray for my sanity, if you like. Thanks!
Praying for Heather
Heather is a 32 year-old mother of three with a brain tumor. She will be having brain surgery on Thursday. We, in Bloggityville, are rallying around her and her family by prayer.
