Wednesday, October 9, 2013

at 11 months...

Can't believe we are about to celebrate a big birthday around here!  Here's a little peek into his life at this age:

At 11 months...



  • I'm a content, good-natured guy.  When I hear laughter, I chime in chuckling, too.
  • Still don't have a single tooth in my mouth.  
  • I'm babbling like crazy, and you'll even hear me say "mamamamama" and "dadadada," but it doesn't count until it's consistent.  :)  (Mom and Dad are in a competition to be the first word!)
  • Though I'm not speaking yet, Mommy and Daddy can tell I'm beginning to understand more and more language every day!
  • Haven't had any ear issues since I got my tubes put in three months ago!  It was like night and day.  




  • I am into EVERYTHING.  Mommy and Daddy need to get child-proofing.  I am hearing these two words "no no" quite alot throughout the day, and I don't think I like it.  Right now I'm particularly liking getting into the kitchen cabinets, reaching into the dishwasher, and putting little bits of whatever's on the floor into my mouth.
  • Even though I have no teeth yet, I'm starting to gum up some real foods in addition to my baby food: banana, avocado, soft cooked veggies, dissolvable puffs, and bread.  
  • I'm taking two naps a day- morning and afternoon.  I go to bed around 7:30pm, and wake up to take a quick bottle usually around 10:30pm.  Then I'll sleep until 7:00am when I hear my sister getting ready for school.



  • I love toys and things I can BANG on.  The noisier, the better. (does this mean I'll be a drummer?)  I crawl TOWARDS the roaring vacuum.  Also love toys that play music, too!
  • Recently I've become enamored with books.  A few current favorites are "Moo Moo, Brown Cow," "Buzz Buzz Busy Bees," "Goodnight Moon," and books with textures to feel and flaps to lift.  When Mommy gets to the end, I turn the book over and open it up to the first page to get her to read it to me again.  And again.  And again.  And.....
  • Not walking yet, but crawling and cruising everywhere.  Yesterday, I started to stand up in place without holding on to anything.  I especially like to "walk" holding on to Mommy or Daddy's pant leg.  I can climb up stairs and dance, too.



  • I love doing Paddycake and learning new things to do with my hands.  I can wave hello and bye-bye, blow kisses, give baby kisses, say "all done" and "more" in sign language at the dinner table, clap, and throw a ball.  (this is a new one, so I'm having fun throwing anything I can find up in the air...)
  • Not a ton of separation anxiety at this point like my sister had, but when Mommy hands me off to someone else, I will cry.  When she comes back to get me, my face lights up.  I know who my Mommy is.  :)
  • I LOVE my sister, and she loves me.  Though she's not the most gentle player with me, I'll start fussing if she gets too rough.  She cracks. me. up.  No one can make me laugh harder.  If she's crying or upset, I will cry, too.
  • I love my Daddy, too.  When he comes home, I let him have it for leaving me all day-- crying for him to hold me.  :)


We've been a family of four for 11 months.

Wow.

And now we can't imagine life without him.
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Monday, October 7, 2013

proud mama moment...

Allow me to share?

Apparently each fall, Caroline's school hosts a poetry recital.  Each student memorizes and performs a poem for their classmates, parents, and some judges, and the top two from each class are chosen to perform at the school-wide poetry recital.


Each kindergartener memorized a Mother Goose Rhyme, and Caroline's was called "Baby Dolly."  (hence the props you see here)

For weeks, we were asked to practice with our children at home, working on diction, inflection, rhythm, adding gestures, speaking at a good volume, stage presence, etc.  They encouraged using props and costumes, and I'll admit, my heart could EASILY tend towards being a stage mom.

So, for that reason, I purposefully didn't make an overly big deal of this whole thing.

Afterall, Caroline's always been the kid who is good at things, (smart beyond her years!) and honestly, she needs more opportunities to watch others excel.  So I was content to let some other "go-getter" parents enjoy a win this time around.


The kids were all SO excited to finally perform their poems for their parents.  They'd been practicing in class as well, so they actually came away with learning twelve Mother Goose Rhymes and not just one.  (Caroline would recite the other children's poems to me-- in the voice and inflection of that child, of course.)


Her teacher welcomed everyone before the performances began.


And my sweet girl was the first to go!  She did so great!

Just four little lines, but oh, how we practiced those lines.  I told her this would be the LAST day she'd have to recite "Baby Dolly" ever.


Each one of them did great, actually!  Not a bad one in the bunch!

Well, not long after we left school, I received an email letting me know that Caroline and another boy (back row on the right) had been selected as the winners for their class!  

I guess that means "Baby Dolly" doesn't retire yet, afterall.

So this Friday evening, she'll be performing her poem again at the entire school's Fall Poetry Recital.  Way to go, Caroline!  (I always knew I had a drama queen-- ha ha...)  :)

I think I've mentioned this to you guys before, but see the girl on the very right of the picture above?  She is the gal with only one hand, and we love her to pieces.


How good is God to place these two gals in the same class!?  They are becoming sweet, sweet friends, and what an encouragement they can be to one another as they each grow and wrestle against their own differences.  So thankful.


AND so proud of my baby girl!
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Sunday, October 6, 2013

hot rod...


I can't believe this was Caroline when she got her new set of wheels from Pop & Mamie.

I have to admit, I look at this brunette little girl and I hardly recognize her anymore.  (never thought I'd be saying that.  As her hair was falling out, I was crying about the opposite-- that I didn't recognize this child who was balding before my eyes.  Wow.  Crazy to look back.)


And now, look at her.

She is beautiful, both on the inside and out.

My, how time flies.

And how time brings acceptance.  And new perspective.


Today, it was his turn to take a spin.


And he loved it.


And I love them.
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Saturday, October 5, 2013

this guy...

This guy...


melts your heart...


LOVES to bang...


is without a single tooth in his mouth...


...but is growing so, so fast.

11 months this WEEK?  How can it be?


He loves to explore...


...and then there's this.
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Wednesday, October 2, 2013

down to the last diaper...


Maybe you noticed this new family pic at the top of the blog?

It was snapped by one of our college students this weekend at our Virginia RUF Fall Conference.  Approx. 16 of our students joined another 200 RUF (Reformed University Fellowship) students from other campuses around the state.

(Excuse me, around the Commonwealth.  I'm learning.)


The conference was in the Blue Ridge mountains, just about 45 minutes away from our house.

The way our schedule worked out this year, I was only able to come and bring the kids up for the day on Saturday (then Caroline enjoyed spending another night there with her Daddy while Jameson and I headed home).


When I got to the conference, I found our students together in a small group, discussing and applying what the speaker had just taught to the entire large group.  Good stuff.

I was only able to stay for a little while that day, but even in those few hours, I had some great discussions with a few students that included:

  • Does God choose who will be saved, or is it our choice?
  • Is wanting to have your own biological children ultimately selfish when there are so many children in the world who need to be adopted?
  • Why do many Christians baptize babies and many other Christians completely disagree?  (this was brought on by talking about dispensational theology vs. covenant theology)
  • What does the Bible say about speaking in tongues today?  
  • What is the purpose of worship music, and who is it really for anyways?
I'm confident that if those were the conversations I was having after only a couple of hours, there must have been all kinds of great discussions the entire weekend.



I love these two.  They have a Caribbean bond-- she is Jamaican, he is Haitian.  :)


Time to hike!  Students piled in all parts of our cars to catch a ride to the trailhead.  :)


I've only got pictures of the group from the bottom of the mountain this year since I'm currently not able to hike. (or go on walks or exercise, for that matter) I'm in the middle of a long, discouraging bout of physical therapy for injuring my hip/lower back from WALKING ON THE TREADMILL over the summer.  (go figure, right?!? Why did I even bother??? Uggghhhh....)


Close to this time, I realized I was down to Jameson's last diaper.  (because I was careful to pack everything else.....)  Ummm, yeah.  That'll cut your time short when you're in the middle of NOWHERE Mountain with a baby on its last diaper.  So I high-tailed it outta there to race back into town, while Marc and Caroline enjoyed the rest of the conference with all the students.

(Turns out the conference speaker's children were there, ages 4 and 6, so Caroline was in heaven to play with kids her age.  Her Daddy also played with her barefoot in the cold stream, too.  Special times for a little gal!)


It was a really good, much needed weekend of rest, learning, discussing, and relationship-forming for our students.

It was a great few hours for us, too.

Maybe next year I'll remember the diapers.
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Monday, September 30, 2013

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

a transracial family...

While transracial families have been around for decades, in recent years, the number of adoptions across racial lines has greatly increased.  I never knew I'd be one of those statistics, honestly!  But now that I'm here, I'm LOVIN' it.

On Friday, Marc and I are speaking to some prospective adoptive couples on transracial adoption, so it's got my brain reflecting upon all of the wonderful and challenging things about parenting outside of your own race.

After finishing a great book on transracial adoption (Come Rain or Come Shine: a White Parent's Guide to Adopting and Parenting Black Children), I've been tossing around and intrigued with this idea the author mentioned toward the end of the book:

We are not a culturally white family with a black baby. 

Now sure, that's what it may look like from any outsider's perspective based upon our skin tones, but here's what I mean by that...

Jameson is not the odd man out in an all-white family.  It's not an "us" (white parents and sister, Caroline... who is actually half hispanic!) and "him" (Jameson, who is black).

We, collectively, are now a transracial family.  A black/white, white/black unit.

What that means is that we aren't trying to ignore Jameson's race and culture and make him squeeze into the racial culture we already possess.  I do not want him to be a white man in a black man's body.

I love his heritage, I love his culture.  I not only want him to have it, but the rest of us as well. 

On the flip side, Jameson will inherit a heaping dose of white culture, by nature of growing up with white parents.

In other words, now our family has embraced and is continually working to integrate another racial culture into our own.  The four of us are now a cultural blend.  (a "mocha," if you will?.... he he)

 "Combined, we have a single identity composed of merged traditions, backgrounds, and experiences." (page 199 of the book)

I love this thought.  It means that my son will not be completely alone in navigating his African American and Haitian culture- we are all committed to immersing ourselves in this endeavor together.

Transracial adoption is a crazy, complex, lifelong journey, and we are just getting started down the road!, so I clearly have so, SO much to learn, but even in the past 10 months, adopting my chocolate-skinned baby has opened me up to so many new experiences, new perspectives, and new relationships.
Falling in love with another culture reveals many idols and sins in your own, and it's funny how I'm finding myself feeling a little in-between cultures now.   Of course, Jameson's identity is SO much more than just his dark skin.  I don't want to over-emphasize race, nor do I want to ignore it, as it is a large part of who we are.

Practically speaking, that will affect the neighborhoods where my family will choose to live, the way we can't ignore Black history month now, the places we will frequent, where we'll have his hair cut, the schooling we'll choose for him, the community events in which we participate.  Our church is currently lacking in the diversity department, but I'm hoping for more color.  I've already researched black churches in our town, wanting to attend special events or vacation bible school, etc.

It's important that Marc, Caroline and I know what it's like to be in Jameson's shoes, to be in the minority in a majority-dominated society.  Jameson will need opportunities to be in the majority as well.
Now, hear me out- I'm not saying our lives will suddenly be centered around black culture, but now that it's part of my family's culture, it will most definitely play into each decision our family makes.

Many of you know our story, and how growing up, I would never have imagined my family to look the way it does, but God has graciously given me eyes to see how my children picture a much greater Kingdom than that of this world.  Diversity is beautiful because it was HIS idea to begin with.  Look at the array of colors and cultures that HE established in His own image!

While I'm proud to be a transracial family, the future is a little overwhelming to me at times, too.  As you can imagine, there are many critics of transracial adoption on both sides: some are outspoken, but most are not.  It's usually more of a subtle, underlying belief that people carry, thinking families should match.  I know there are whites and blacks who think we have done a disservice to Jameson by adopting him as our son.

I've read the stories of adult transracial adoptees, and not a single one of them were "I was raised by a white family that loved me and we lived happily ever after."  But what consoles me is that in every family, biological or adopted, there are issues, aren't there?  Who of us ever has a story that is "and we lived happily ever after"?

There will most certainly be challenges, issues, experiences of racism, questions of identity.  This is the hard stuff of transracial adoption.  We already get stares, questions, misperceptions, and inappropriate comments and questions.  As Jameson grows and starts to resemble a black man instead of the cute little black boy, some may not be as sweet and loving towards him as they are now.  Just as every black family must prepare and train their children to wisely navigate a racist society, transracial families serve their kids well to do the same.

So that leads to an important point:  adopting transracially IS NOT for everyone.  I had a guy tell me how selfish his sibling was for wanting to adopt a baby in the same race as him.  "There's no difference between adopting a white baby and a black baby," he confidently said, probably thinking I agreed with him,  "You just open your heart to love a child, ANY child."

Oh, if only it were that simple, right?

The truth is, there are soooooo many factors to consider as to whether it would be best for a family to adopt outside of their race.

Is the family ready to incorporate a child's race and culture into their own?
Are extended family members supportive, or would a child be disowned or shunned?
How often would the child have opportunities to be around members of his/her own race?
Is the town or community in which you live racist?
Would the child be welcomed and loved in your setting?
Are both spouses and children on the same page with this?

Adoption itself is a lifelong journey.  Adding transracial into it brings further complexities.  It's quite the commitment.  It requires tough skin.  And speaking of skin, when your family has different ethnicities, everyone's suddenly going to know you're the "adoption people" now.  With that comes a lack of anonymity.  (but hey, with a bald daughter, we never had that to begin with!)

It's a little humorous how everybody seems to come out of the woodwork to talk to you.  Even during the quick trip in your sweatpants to the grocery store, you'll hear tales of who adopted who, what child was in foster care, etc.  In a way, transracial adoption means you'll forever be a lifelong spokesperson for adoption.

But I can't say enough about how Jameson coming into our family has changed me for the better.  I notice a culture so much more than ever before. I NEED their wisdom.  I value their experiences and stories.  (Of course, we actually needed them in our lives all along, but now I really know I need them...)  Their struggles now become our struggles, too.

Nothing has brought us more joy than opening up our hearts to that which the Lord had for us.  And to think, He knew which child was OURS before we ever marked "yes" or "no" on any adoption form.  He knew before we ever did how diverse and colorful our family would be.

And we couldn't be more thrilled.














Sunday, September 22, 2013

potential career paths #19...

Can you believe it's been over a YEAR since we've done one of these posts?  (Where has the time gone?)  And now we have a SECOND child to observe and guess where his future might lie!....

Will he or she be...


A select taste tester?


A fashion model?


A baseball player?


A plumber?


The next Stevie Wonder?


Or a sunglasses salesman, perhaps?


A period actress?


A costume designer?  (you forgot your hat, ma'am)


A telemarketer?


Or.... ????  Got any creative guesses for this one?  Leave a comment and we'll pick a winner!
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