Posts Tagged ‘family’

The New Family Member: Athena

Posted: October 17, 2008 in Funny, life, Me, my life
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She got here about a week ago.  Her name is Athena and boy is she adorable…

To see more of my cuteness…. (more…)

Last Night: Both of us were a bit tired after a long week.

Sorry, but blogging activities have been temporarily suspended for the weekend as I play nurse maid to my dog and simply enjoy having him back in our home.  Ever try to hold up the rear end of a 90+ dog while he pees?  Trust me, you aren’t missing out on anything.  That is the kind of thing you do out of loyalty and love.  See you again on Monday!

The events in this post take place around 7 p.m.- bath time in our home.  I am sitting in the tub in my swim trunks (since my daughter demands I get in the tub too) surrounded by ponies, McDonald’s Kid’s Meal transformers, and various girly things.  I am attempting to give my daughter a bath, which is surprisingly hard to do when we occupy the same small tub.

My Daughter: Daddy, can I wash your knees?

Me: Sure.

My Daughter: Daddy, can I wash your back?

Me: Sure.

My Daughter: Daddy, can I wash your bagina? (more…)

A Short Excerpt from

Chapter One: Life on the Plantation

Betsey was awoken by the sound of Susan’s voice, “Get up sleepy head!” Susan playfully pulled the pillow out from under Betsey’s head and yanked the bed sheet back. The young slave girl responded groggily, “Give me a minute” as she rubbed her eyes. “Daddy’s taking us into town today, I just can’t wait. Do you think he will let us see the ships again?”

Betsey sat up, “You know he will. He lets you do anything you want.” Susan smiled, “Of course, I am his only daughter. Now get ready, I don’t want him to leave without us.” Susan skipped out of the room as Betsey finished the slow process of waking up.

The room itself was both rustic and grand. The oak boards that covered the walls and ran across the floor came from trees felled not far away by Betsey’s father and the other slaves on the Bryant’s White Oak Plantation. While the walls and floor were of simple but fashionable design, the adornments of the room were elegant and possibly gaudy. Overly elaborate wooden designs weaved their way through the legs and drawers of the dresser, nightstand, and the young girl’s bed. It made a stark contrast with the simple sheet laid out on the floor next to the finely carved bed. (more…)

Just to give you a hint where this story is going:

An Affair To Remember.

She was 82. He was 95. They had dementia. They fell in love. And then they started having sex.”


Illustration by Charlie Powell. Click image to expand.

Bob’s family was horrified at the idea that his relationship with Dorothy might have become sexual. At his age, they wouldn’t have thought it possible. But when Bob’s son walked in and saw his 95-year-old father in bed with his 82-year-old girlfriend last December, incredulity turned into full-blown panic. “I didn’t know where this was going to end,” said the manager of the assisted-living facility where Bob and Dorothy lived. “It was pretty volatile.”

Click here to read more about octogenarian sex and love.  I posted a few questions below the page break for those brave enough to read the article.  SPOILER ALERT! (more…)

Well here is the first (and quite incomplete) version of our introduction book. Tell me what you think. Anything we should take out? Add in? Anything you particularly like or dislike? Drop a comment and let me know. And since I can’t resize this, just click on the link to see the whole 14 or so slide presentation.

My Scrapblog

Well the spare room is almost completely painted- the doors need a third coat of paint. With that done we can start putting together our introduction book.  What is an introduction book you might ask?  Well even if you didn’t you are about to find out.  The Introduction book is a scrapbook that showcases your family (immediate and extended), home, and neighborhood to both social workers and potential adoptive children.  It provides them a way to get to know you and your family during the initial stages of the adoption process AND it can assist social workers as they decide whether a child is a good fit for your home and family.  Moreover, it is a great way to get family involved in the adoption process (parents, grandparents, uncles, cousins, etc.).  The prospective table of contents for our Introduction book looks something like this (more…)

Our spare room.  This simple 12 x 14 foot space has served many functions during the last two years.  It has been a study, a guest bedroom, a semi-permanent bedroom, and also a general dumping ground for boxes.  Well, now this room finally has a higher purpose.

Sometime in the next 6 months or so this room will become the bedroom of whichever child(ren) we adopt from North Carolina’s foster care system.  And to be quite frank, I couldn’t be happier.  Of course the futon has to go (if you have $25, it’s yours).  The dresser is an advance purchase.  The walls will need a new coat of paint- probably white so we can let our adoptive child(ren) pick out the colors for their room.  We will also no doubt need some new furniture (bed, another dresser, mirror, etc.).

In case you are just tuning in, I posted on here a while back about how my wife and I came to the decision that we needed to open our home and hearts to a child or children presently in the North Carolina foster care system.  [The initial post about adoption, clearing up misconceptions, and also how God has blessed us since].  We are now only two classes away from completing our MAPP training course with Lutheran Family Services.  The classes have been wonderful, our instructors fabulous, and the information has been eye-opening.  The sadness and misery that abound around us, from sexual abuse to neglect directed toward children, is deeply depressing and tragically all too common.

Once MAPP training is over it is on to the home-study- a period when the social worker comes into our home and conducts a series of interviews with all of us (Sasha included).  We also have tons of info and documentation to get together, including: marriage license, birth certificates, tax forms, autobiographies.  In addition we need to pay for a fire inspection- and no doubt buy a fire extinguisher, smoke detectors, etc.

This whole process has been such a blessing.  If you feel led to help us out with the costs of this adoption- which luckily have been quite minimal thus far- just click on the “Be a Part of our Dream” link on the top right corner of this blog.  The link will take you to PayPal where you can donate whatever you feel might led to.  Of course donations are NOT tax deductible, but they will be GREATLY appreciated by myself and my family.  And even more importantly, please keep us in your prayers as we go through this complicated but rewarding process.

Once we’ve completed the home-study we will be ready to begin the process of being matched by our social worker with children who they think might fit well into our home.  Whoever that child (or those children) might be I hope they like the view from their window.

And an even better view- but with my reflection included (not a ghost)

If you have any stories about adoption to share feel free to take up as much comment space as you like.  thanks for your prayers and support.

Well about two weeks ago (yeah, I know it took me a while to post on this) my wife, my daughter, and I took a trip to the local zoo. It was fun times for all, especially her. However the ride home was not fun times for all as she was about 5 hours overdue for her daily nap. But still, in balance the day was pretty awesome, terrific, and even stupendous.

Me and Sasha at the Zoo

The above picture is great, but WordPress refuses to let me post it as a thumbnail. So sorry, you guys will need to click the link.

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Sasha got to make pies out of sand, paint a big papier-mache animal of some sort, meet a live possum (as opposed to the dead ones she sees all the time on the road), have a gas can thrown at her by a playful gorilla, learn that brand name hot dogs aren’t all that tasty, push some older boys around who were dumb enough to push her out of the way, and watch an ostrich do a really weird dance.

Crazy Ostrich

Click on the link and see for yourself.

BTW, this was an excellent workout. The zoo follows a 5 mile path. I walked about 7.5 miles or more that day.