The Days Last Forever

Sometimes it seems as though the days (or even the minutes) last forever.

Although Island Boy's vocabulary at this point is limited at best, he somehow manages to convey a multitude of demands throughout the day.

For example, we manage to understand that we are expected to read, nay sing, "Old MacDonald Had a Farm" (E-I-E-I-O!) a minimum of 42 times. In a row.

We are expected to walk endless laps around the house guiding our little one towards his first solo attempts.

We are expected to read minds, one in particular.

We are expected to constantly entertain without fussing too much - or too little.

We are expected to assist, but not too much, in conveying a reasonable amount of food, one tiny spoonful at a time, into one tiny little mouth three times a day. We are expected further to understand what type of food Island Boy is in the mood for and how much he would like and this includes determining how much food should be allocated for self-feeding vs. assisted feeding.

And, although we aren't expected to, we do understand that the tears won't last forever, even though it sometimes seems like they might.

Will all of these requirements filling our days, we're always mindful of what our friends with toddlers recently told us:

The days last forever...
but the years fly by.

Sub-prising!

We did something on Saturday that people in LA just don't do: we rode the subway! Odder still, we did it as part of an art tour. Who knew??

The line is surprising in so many ways. First of all, it's very clean! It's also quite convenient, as the public transportation systems are in many parts of the world. And, shockingly enough, the line is on the honor system, so although there are ticket machines and you are expected to use them, there are no turnstiles and no one really checks. We've heard that an impressive 95% of riders actually pay for their tickets. That makes me feel good about people and their character.

Finally, the artwork. The line is full of it. Each station was designed by a different artist and to reflect the individual characteristics of the surrounding stop. Hollywood and Vine was our favorite with 19,000 film canisters lining the ceiling, among other things.

And why we were there? We were celebrating a friend's birthday. Island Boy had a ball. He was fascinated by the entire thing and even had a "chat" with another baby on the tour. He did great until we reached Union Station (Union Station, by the way, is grand and beautiful!) and the end of the line, appropriately enough.

So why doesn't anyone in LA ride the subway? That's just how we are.

Rain in Los Angeles?

Fascinating!


...and delightful!

Does this look like trouble to you?

Yes, it did to me, too! Especially when you realize that our little darling was playing with this empty crate in the middle of the room while Mommy mistakenly thought that she had found the perfect diversion for him. Instead, she watched as he flipped the crate over, pushed it over to the oven and proceeded to climb aboard. Yikes!!!

Surprises

Island Boy is full of surprises. Shortly after we brought him home, we purchased a toothbrush for him and braced ourselves for a challenging experience.

We got ourselves ready. Mommy held him and Daddy brought the brush up to his mouth and then... Island Boy reached out, grabbed the brush, opened his mouth and began to brush!! We were amazed that our little nine month old was voluntarily brushing his own teeth! This was even more amazing to us given that the little guy has only TWO.

Happy Birthday!

We celebrated hubby's birthday over the weekend. Island Boy isn't quite ready to grasp the concept of sharing the spotlight, but Daddy was perfectly ok with that, especially because Island Boy set a record for carrying something without putting it in his mouth - Daddy's birthday card!

Happy Birthday, Daddy!

Ambassadors for Enlightenment

One of the "pleasures" you sign up for when you choose to adopt is the inevitable torrent of "interesting" comments by both friends and strangers regarding your child. Whether you want to sign up for it or not (and I can assure you most of us don't), it is inevitable.

I'm sure that most of the people making the comments have no idea that they are being hurtful, offensive or simply way off base. In most cases they simply don't know any better. So, while I don't really want to educate the world, I do what I can, when I can, to respond in a way that may educate at least one offending individual. I am hopeful that this strategy will lead to a more enlightened view of the planet one itsy bit at a time. *sigh* What can we do but try??

Here are just a few of the comments I've faced in the short time since Island Boy has been home:

Helpful person: "Oh, what an easy way to have a baby!"
Me (thinking): You've got to be kidding me!! (Ok, yes, that is a cleaned up version of what I was *really* thinking!)
Me (responding): It really wasn't easy at all. We waited over a year from the time we began and we had to wait over six months from the time we saw our baby's face for the first time until we were able to bring him home knowing he was growing older while we waited for the courts! (I didn't get into anything beyond that, thinking just that alone must have been bad enough to endure!)
Helpful person: "Yes, but didn't you just have to fill out some papers and you ended up with a baby?"
Me (thinking - sarcastically): Yes, you're right. It was very easy - just like applying for a bank loan.
Me (responding): You know the process really was very, very hard on us. It is emotionally draining and uncertain and nothing about it is easy.

Alas, I am sure the person walked away from that encounter none the wiser, but hey, I tried.

Another category of puzzling comments comes from those people that feel the need to remind you every time they see you (sometimes they are subtle, sometimes not) that your child is adopted. First of all, I already knew that, thanks! Second of all, pointing out to a child that he joined a family via adoption seems akin to saying, "did you know you arrived via C-section, little boy?". It's rude and completely unnecessary.

Of course, as one dear friend reminded me, I cannot shield our little boy (or myself, for that matter) from all of the stupid comments he will get in his lifetime, so the best I can do is try to educate him on how to gracefully deal with them. In the meantime, I'll try to figure that out myself. ;-)

So what type of comments *are* appreciated? Any type of comment that you would make to any family welcoming a child into their arms.