Thursday, February 12, 2009

Lack of Drama

There is a serious lack of drama on the homefront. So sorry. Every day is just more and more settled it seems. Yay us! Hopefully before long J will have moved up from anxiously attached to securely attached. We're working on several tools to help her through the transition of another child. The AT suggested getting a journal and writing love notes in it. Just short love notes from my heart to hers. What a cool idea! Plus it's something that she can keep forever. When the newest radilicious (cause you know they will be) kid arrives and they are throwing fits J can go read her Love Notes Book. I'm working on it now. We've talked about how she can be a good example and show her sister all her tools. Plus we're practicing now so she'll have a good basis when a bouncing 60lb baby arrives.

On the adoption front, the AT is writing emails to get things moving along on a possible placement. I am so lucky to have Kristy. A wonderful AT is truly priceless. I can't wait to have another RAD kid! I really believe I was meant to be a RAD parent. I'm all excited because I know sooooooo much more now than I did when I got J. Doing respite for rad kids, plus J, has given me an excellent education. (Not that I'm dismissing all the training but there is nothing quite like hands on learning.) We've been to the pit of hell and have risen with a whole new outlook and a world of opportunity stretching before us. The future's so bright I gotta wear shades! ;-0

G has left on his motorcycle, traveling to Daytona for the race. I'm always a little wistful when he first leaves because there are a few times that I miss riding. I have seen most of America on the back of a Harley. Utah was one of favorite riding states, followed by Arizona. Then he called a few minutes ago and said he's freezing. Not so wistful anymore.

It's a free weekend for us girls. There's a strong possibility that I might get an evening off for dinner and a movie with my best friend. J is doing really well with me leaving but I always fill up a stuffed animal with my pink love before I go just in case she needs an extra dose of loving.

From my chair I can see that J is typing furiously in her room. Wonder what she's got to say today??!!

I'm really starting to hit my stride with this SAHM business. It's becoming comfortable and easy. One thing I've really got to work on is getting a better schedule down. Some days I can be too relaxed and not as well focused. I work better in 15 minute increments so I better get back with it quick.

8 comments:

Kristina P. said...

Yay for lack of drama!

Kelly said...

I am so excited for you! I can't wait to "meet" your new bundle of radiculous joy!

Torina said...

Mmmm, I miss the wind (and bug splatter) in my face, too. G is so lucky.

Glad everything is going so well. Tara seemed to calm when she found out we were adding on to our family, too (we were only planning on fostering last year ha ha ha ha). It is like it gives them something else to focus their energy on rather than being a poop.

The Accidental Mommy said...

I am still trying on the SAHM business. It IS weird how pacing the day is different. Hard to peg what is going to work that day or not. Genea is in school so I am home with Teena in the days.

J. said...

The SAHM thing is still new 6 months in! I am not sure that I willever get used to it but I couldn't imagine trying to do this any other way.

Hannah_Rae said...

Hey, Thanks for your sweet comment. It makes me feel loved and connected to know that others are praying for me...and for our family in the making.

I am so inspired by you and J. Jealous...but inspired :)

Hannah

Alyssa's Mom said...

I am awed by you!

Jeff has suggested adopting again, he wants a boy. The thought of starting from square one again with all the behaviors makes me break out in hives! I am meant to be a Mom to one - and one ONLY!!!

Jo said...

Utah?? You used to ride in Utah?? wahhhhh.
Can't believe you are going to do it again. I wish every child could be as lucky as J and the next one with you for the mommy.