Make believe

Upstairs they sing a song about nothing, made up as they go along, just sounds and make believe words and I could swear that I know them all.

adoption birth and adoption again

adoption


birth


adoption again



Sam came first. He was adopted at birth to a loving family and i was lucky enough to keep him in my life a bit. A tiny bit, a few weekends a month bit, but still a bit. My son who was adopted. My son who is mine but is someone else's too.



Logan came second. He is mine for keeps and ever. My son.



The next kid, still unknown to me will be adopted. He will be the third and final son, the completion of the circle. He will start out in someone else and end up at my side. He will be my son, but he will be someone else's too.

Logan the Great

Tonight Nick and I decided that we need to get really into RC airplanes and model airplanes. As we were driving out to our friends house on Clinton Lake we passed by the RC airplane flying park and there was the big huge plane flying. It made me think of all the rockets I built growing up and how much pleasure I got out of them. I think that I actually got more pleasure out of making them with family, the actual art of building it with parents and siblings at the kitchen table, then the flying of the rockets. So I'd like to issue a challenge, the Logan Airplane/Rocket Challenge. For Logan's first birthday Nick has said that he does not want to have a big party. I, of course, would like to. The compromise is that we are going to have a party but a little one and I think that it needs to be RC Airplane / rocket flying themed. If you can make it the first weekend in May 2009 to Lawrence, Kansas bring a rocket to fly. If you cannot, fly one in your little corner of the world. Just be sure to build it with someone you love at the kitchen table.

This little maricle

It's been such a long time since I've written in this little blog of mine but then again I have had a huge learning curve. Can it be true that Logan is already 2 months old? Can it be true that he can smile independently of bodily functions and purely as a reaction to someone interacting with him? Wow.

Yes, It's true. I made a rad happy baby who smiles and laughs and enjoys everyone . Having him up at Balsam Lake for 10 days was a big challenge and an even bigger joy.

Everyone was wonderful and helpful. The best thing was having Sammy meet Logan: this was absolutely priceless. Having them enjoy each others company was even more priceless. Sam at first seemed a bit confused and befuddled by this little lump of baby. But as the week progressed Logan began to eye Sam with those twinkling blue eyes and pretty soon Sam was as infatuated as the rest of us.

To see the child that I 'gave up' for adoption (such a cold term) interact with Logan with such ease and willingness was beyond my comprehension at times. Sam's desire to connect was evident. However, the only person that could have outdone Logan in coolness in Sam's eyes was Nick. Nick will, I fear, forever be the raddest in Sam's eyes. This makes me a bit jealous but very happy at the same time.

Eureka!

Nick had a huge breakthrough on the waterlogged basement issue. Last night in the rainstorm he went outside to get a break from our never ending stream of visitors. In his hiatus from the house he had a discovery, a eureka moment.

The lot behind us is a school that has a huge hill perfect for sledding in winter or rolling down in summer. Nick noticed that that all the watershed from the school drains down this hill and then into a ditch that runs along the bottom of it. This ditch then empties directly into our yard. Wowza. So he called the school district and they are going to come out and fit it.

Me = Crazy

It might just be the hormones or it could be pure exaustion but I have not been feeling totally myself lately. I've not been particurally kind to Nicholas and everything about everything grates on my nerves these days.

The little man

He is here! After weeks and weeks of waiting, Logan Elliot Miescher-Lerner has arrived. Yesterday was a day of wonder and pain, though with just four hours of labor I should not complain. However, to have this little man in my arms I would go back and have 24 hours a labor. I am overwhelmed with complete glee.