Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Teenage Boy Behaving Badly

Okay, so I know there are a lot of people in Blogland waiting for a referral. Anyone interested in an 18 yo boy??? He's handsome and funny but he can also be a little poop!

Yesterday, Will and I got in a disagreement because he kept trying to play a computer game in the familyroom where his younger siblings were playing. I'm not a fan of the game; I think it's violent. Of course, he doesn't and even if he did, he thinks I'm overprotective.

Anyhoo, he left for a basketball game and since I was so frustrated, I hid the game.

End of story. Right?


I wake up this morning, notice it's been snowing and go to my computer to check school closures. My computer is locked up asking for a password. I'm perplexed! I try all the usual passwords, none work, so I click the "help" button.

The password tip is, "Where is my computer game?"

That little pooper!!! I stomp upstairs to wake him up even tho it is 6am. I figure that will be just punishment for locking my computer! He's not in bed. I remember--he's spending the night at a friend's. And I knew he wouldn't answer his cell phone that early in the morning.

I was frustrated! But, I had to laugh a little too. He was very creative in getting back at me! Take Mom's computer away!!! As all of you fellow bloggers know--that's hittin' below the belt!!!

I actually had to watch TV to see the school closures. Can you believe it???? And all during that S-L-O-W wait, watching for our district's announcement, I'm thinking of all the ways I am going to punish my son.

I decide to try his cell and, low and behold, he answers!!! He probably knew he had better! He groggily snickers and gives me the password.


It's hard to be mad at a kid as creative and funny as that.

I still have his game but he's escaped further punishment.

He's a fart face . . . but I love him anyway. It's good. It's all good.


Sunday, January 27, 2008

Deception Of Smiles

For those who haven't followed my blog all along, we lost our 21 yo son to cancer last summer.

When we began our adoption journey for Vu, our son Joe was nearing the end of his treatment for Hodgkin's Lymphoma, considered to be one of the most curable cancers. He was soon deemed cancer free.

During our wait for Vu, Joe's cancer returned and despite treatment including a stem cell transplant, he died; entering the arms of Jesus he was finally free in every way. There were times during our journey where we had to question whether or not it was in everyone's best interest to continue on with our adoption, but we always came to the same conclusion. Even tho Vu was still in VN, he was already our son and to give him up would be to lose not one son, but two.

Our decision was right. Vu is a delight and a joy and adds so much happiness to our family. But of course, every day, more times than we can count, we think about Joe. Some days are harder than others.

My 14 yo, Lizzy, wrote the following article for school. She sums up how we continue on without Joe:

Deception of smiles

Laughs and smiles. They don’t always tell the truth about a person. For the most part, judging a person by the smile on their face is like judging a book by the cover it wears.
You can’t judge a person by how perfect their life appears to be. Just because someone seems happy gives no proof of what they have experienced in their life. I’ll give you a perfect example.
When you look at me I appear to be the student always laughing, and smiling. I’ve been told numerous times how lucky I am to have such a good life.
Every time I hear it I simply nod, not answering. I do have a good life, but not many people know the other side of my life. The pain I faced only four months ago.
Coming back to school this September, everyone was discussing how they had such an amazing summer. I stayed as far away from these conversations as I could.
August 3, 2007 is a date that will be implanted in my mind forever. It’s the day I lost my brother to Hodgkin's Lymphoma. The day my brother died of cancer.
As a child I pictured my siblings being there for me my whole life. I saw all three of my older brothers being at my high school graduation.
Instead I got a doctor walking into the waiting room telling me sympathetically I needed to go in and say my goodbyes to my 21-year-old brother.
My lifelong fear of losing someone was first realized when my uncle passed away from Leukemia this past spring. Still though, my mind never seemed to grasp that it was even possible for my older brother to die from cancer after having fought it for nearly two years.
So when I was woken up at five in the morning to my mom saying, “Honey, he’s back in the hospital,” my heart sank. It only grew worse when we reached the hospital to find out his oxygen levels had been so bad upon arriving that he shouldn't have even been breathing.
We spent a week in the hospital, day and night, waiting for answers and hoping for improvement. All the doctors were shocked that he was still alive. Battling the most aggressive form of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma they had ever seen, it proved how much of a fighter he was.
He constantly fought through his sedation, no matter the level he was put on. The most memorable day spent in the hospital was when my oldest brother and I went in to talk to him when he was aware that we were there.
It wasn’t ever easy seeing him. I had to fight back tears as his blue eyes would open widely in response to what we were saying. I couldn’t let him see me cry.
I managed to tell him what everyone else had been trying to. Tears fell down my cheeks as the words left my mouth and his eyes opened wider than they had throughout the rest of the conversation and he began crying as well.
“You’re fighting, and you’re doing it so well. We’re all more proud of you than you even know… but you need to know buddy. If things get too hard and you just need to let go, we’ll forgive you. You’ve been holding strong for so long now, and we need you to hold on for as long as you can. But buddy, you’re a stubborn pain, and we all love you too much to see you suffer. We love you and that’s not going to change, no matter what happens.”
Looking back on it now, I’m so glad I got the chance to tell him. I know I would regret it if I hadn’t had the strength to tell him.
Losing someone probably leaves you with a more devastating feeling than anything else. You literally feel as though your heart is missing a piece and to this day that hole still remains large in my heart.
I’m not secretly depressed and I’m not bottling up emotions inside. It’s been five months and not a day goes by that I don’t think about my brother. However, I know him well enough to know he wouldn’t want me thinking about how sick he was in the end, so instead I think about the moments where he would make me laugh so hard my stomach hurt.
So I smile, and I laugh. I live my life because it’s what he would have wanted, but don’t judge me by the smile I wear on my face. I understand pain and loss, I just don’t live it.

Happy Times. This photo was taken exactly one year ago, before Joe's cancer came back. Joe is on the right.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

In Need Of A Reduction

It's time. I'm in horrible need of reduction. And I ain't talkin' about breasts. It's obvious to anyone who knows me that I still use socks to stuff my bra. Ha! Actually, the Wonder Bra is a truly WONDERFUL thing! I used to have boobs. That was before I breastfed five children for five years each--or so it seemed at the time. But I digress . . . .

No, the type of reduction I'm talking about is my house! Going to Vietnam did it for me. Why is it a VNese family can live in a house the size of my garage when my 2,000 sq. feet feels like a garage? Too much STUFF!

A couple years ago I was certain we needed a bigger house. In the midst of househunting tho, I met a family who had ten children and lived in 1,100 sq. feet. Comfortably! Their secret? Organize every inch, have a "place for everything and everything in it's place," and only keep things you love or use; hopefully both.

I went on a quest to get rid of 20% of our household. It helped having a certain goal. When clearing out the linen closet I could look at my "give-away" stack and see I needed to add a few more things to make the cut.

It worked! I cleaned every closet, cupboard and drawer. I gave away unneeded furniture. I rearranged bedrooms and we converted our mostly unused dining room into a teenager hang-out/movie/slumber party room and made part of our garage into an exercise/second teenager hang-out place (in case it isn't obvious, teenagers like to hang-out a lot--I'm just glad they still like to hang out here :-). The Not So Big House was an inspiration to use our space wisely; our house suddenly felt much roomier and, like the bird in Dr. Seuss' The Best Nest, we decided to stay put.

I have that claustrophobic feeling again. Maybe this time it really is time to find a new house, but for now, I'm going to try reduction. Now if I can just find the time to reduce!

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Recipe For Survival

1 child calling home crying because he forgot his lunchbox and refuses to eat lunch at school + 1 trip to the oral surgeon for Vu's pre-op (needs 2 teeth pulled) where it was discovered they do not have a prize box after Mommy assured Said Child they would have a prize box just like any normal dentist who treats kids would (and SHOULD!) + 1 trip to McDonald's to make up for no prize + 1 crying child once he realized half way home that even tho he said chicken nuggets he MEANT hamburger + 1 trip to specialty children's store to buy specialty puzzle Mother had intended to buy for Said Child's birthday and in which store Said Child knocked over the display of the game "Blokus" which in case you have never noticed has 14 million pieces + 1 dog eating 1 piece of Said puzzle before the puzzle had even been put together 1 time (yes, really!) + 1 child needing homework help but Said Mother not being able to figure it out either (No, I am not smarter than a 5th grader) + 2 high school children in the midst of finals, 1 of which is totally stressed and the other not the least bit stressed and still has his textbooks out in his car which leaves Said Mother to do all his stressing for him + 1 Said Mother needing to do an 8 page paper for her college class + 1 one husband out of town =


Get out 7 glasses
Fill 6 with 2 scoops of ice cream
Fill with rootbeer, give to children, let them watch a movie even though it is a school night

Fill 7th with 4 scoops of ice cream
Add 1 bottle Mike's Hard Cranberry

Good. Very, very good.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Vu Part 3--Listening To God

This is one of those posts where it's really hard to find the right words. Being matched with Vu was one of the most emotional times of my life. Emotional in many ways, but mostly because I knew in my heart he was meant to be ours, I truly felt God leading us to him, BUT it didn't look like he would become our son.

As I write these words, all those thoughts and feelings come rushing back. Feelings of longing, confusion over God's Plan, my preoccupation with his little face every waking and sleeping moment.

I don't want to repeat everything I shared during my April/May '07 posts. You can go back and read if you missed. BUT, there's a lot that was left out.

I will never, ever forget the first day I laid eyes on my son; April 6, 2007. Good Friday. Sitting at the computer, I clicked open Holt's Waiting Child page just as I had so many times during our wait. And . . . there he was! A solemn face holding a stuffed Poke'mon character. I get chills as I write this, but somehow, I just knew he was my son. Eric also felt drawn to him and said to request his file.

The weekend felt long as we waited for Monday when I called first thing. I remember seeing that FED EX envelope the next day. My sister was here visiting and I tried to be nonchalant in opening and reading. What I really wanted to do was jump up and down in excitement!

Here is where things got crazy. We discovered our agency had a general rule against "Artificial Twinning." Patrick and Vu would be just two months apart in age and in the same grade. Add to that they were both the same gender and both seemed to have the same strong, leader-type personalities. On paper, it didn't seem to be a good fit. The head of the WC Dept. told me as gently as possible that our chances of being matched were minimal. My heart ached. But I knew our agency had their rules for a good reason and I trusted their 50 years of experience.

I tried to put Vu out of my mind. I knew there was a big batch of referrals coming from Vietnam, we were near the top of the list for a match, the child God intended for us would be revealed soon.

And yet. I couldn't stop thinking about Vu. Dreaming about him, imagining him running around the house. Every chance I got when interfacing with our agency I would bring him up, ask questions, make sure they knew I still felt he was a good match for us. But nobody was as excited as me. Eric and I would talk about it but decided to wait for referrals. They were expected in days but didn't end up arriving for weeks. All during that time, I continued loving Vu, both hiding his picture on my desk so I could try to forget him, only to bring it back out so I could see that precious little face.

I remember at one point calling our social worker. I poured out my heart to her and asked her if it was truly impossible for us to adopt Vu. I remember her response so well. There was a long pause and then she said, "I'm willing to listen." I wanted to drive over and hug her! My heart soared with hope. Still, I agreed to wait for referrals.

At long last, they arrived. Our original match was a surprise to us as it was a baby! We were wanting a child at least three, closer in age to Patrick. Later, we were called about a 4yo boy.

On paper, he was a perfect match. He was a gorgeous child with eyes more beautiful than any I have ever seen. As we compared the two boys over the next several days it only seemed to make sense to adopt the 4yo. He was a year younger than Patrick, he was much healthier than Vu, he was in foster care whereas Vu had always lived in an orphanage. He was on-track developmentally--we had some questions regarding Vu's development. The 4yo appeared to be opposite in personality to Patrick; I could only assume they would get along better. Oh, and to be matched with the 4 yo would be as easy as signing the papers. To be matched with Vu would require going before a Committee.

And yet. I could not find peace. Eric felt torn between the two. I talked to my sisters. I talked to my friends. Nobody could seem to understand why we didn't just adopt the 4yo. Didn't it make sense? My 11 yo niece was the only one who seemed to think we should adopt Vu. Her reason? The 4yo was quiet and shy and would probably feel overwhelmed in our big, loud family :-) Even two of my closest friends took me aside and told me to think logically.

But sometimes, logic doesn't make sense. Sometimes, we have to follow our hearts and follow the direction God is leading us. There were two very specific times I felt God's leading. The first was a dream I had about adopting Vu. In the dream we were actually at the orphanage and we had to choose between two boys, Vu and one a bit younger. God told us to choose Vu. This was months before we actually found ourselves in this very real nightmare of choosing.

The other time was during one of many prayers begging God for guidance I remember asking God why he was making it so hard to adopt Vu if in fact, He meant for him to be our son. God seemed to speak to me and my next thought was, "Are you going to listen to them, or to Me?"

Over Memorial Day Eric and I talked long into the night, discussing every possible angle and finally concluding Vu was the one. We knew this would mean giving up a chance to adopt the precious, beautiful, 4yo (he was later matched to another family as was the original baby); the emotional experience of going before Committee and the very real possibility the Committee would tell us no. We knew that would be heartbreaking. But we also knew we would forever wonder if we didn't try.

We called our social worker early the next day to tell her of our decision. She knew we felt God's leading and knew we had prayed long and hard. She had been praying for our decision too. I think she was hoping we would agree to the 4yo but she didn't argue with God's plan. She totally went to bat for us and advocated for Vu to be placed with us. We will forever be grateful to this angel on earth. We feel God truly worked through her to bring Vu to us.


To our surprise, there were no other families who had asked to go to Committee for Vu. How could no other family want this precious little boy? He was matched to us with lightening fast speed! When Kathie called to tell us we had a new son I was filled with indescribable joy. When I called and talked to Holt's Vietnam Program Director she cried tears of joy--she has loved him since he was a baby and was so happy to know he finally had a family.

And now he's here! He's running around our house, filling our ears with his laughter and joy (and occasional temper tantrums)! Even (especially) with the sadness we've endured this past year, Vu makes sure we laugh every single day.

As I've said so many times, he's a PERFECT match for our family. He and Patrick actually get along very well. It turns out they have very different personalities--there is only so much one can glean by reading the file of a child.

God knew. And I'm so glad we listened.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

A Commercial Break--Vu's 6th Birthday!

Busy week here including two parties for Vu--one with family and one with friends.

Vu is going to think all we do is celebrate in America. First Thanksgiving, then Christmas, then New Years' and now his sixth birthday! He's lovin' it!

Happy Birthday Crown Prince! Patrick made Vu the crown.

Chinese food for lunch. Vietnamese food for dinner. We ordered various dishes and his favorite was . . . pho (VNese beef noodle soup)! Kids are simple everywhere!

Ice cream later with the whole family including Grandparents, Aunt, Cousin, and friends!

He was excited to blow out his candles on his Power Ranger cake made by Daddy!

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Vu--part 2 Just In Case It Sounded Easy

First, thanks for all the comments on my last post. As Wendi said, we certainly feel it IS a match made in heaven and that will be my part 3 post.

But first, I want to encourage those who are still in the hurricane; the initial phase of bringing a child into the family. It wasn't always easy. We still have our hard days.

Vu has made incredible progress and we were blessed from day one when he bravely and willingly went off with us to a new family and a new life. We are lucky he was in an orphanage that prepared him so well--he looked at our family photo album every single day for months. We are blessed that he is so loving and outgoing--it's impossible to NOT love him!

But there were days that were hard. There were days I didn't feel like a very good mother. There were days I actually felt scared and wondered if we would still be dealing with fits of rage years from now. Scariest of all, I saw raw emotion in Vu like none I have never known. Anger in which he would disassociate and be almost unseeing and unknowing.

I made small references to it but it was disappearing faster than I could even post about it; seeming to be gone, only to rear it's ugly head later. In between these fits, Vu was the most loving, sweet, wonderful child in the world. We were both attaching faster than I ever believed possible. It wasn't affecting that at all. As I said in my first post about how he was doing, he was a joy--23 1/2 hours a day :-)

But, the reason I am sharing this now is to encourage others as I was encouraged. At some of our lowest moments, I remembered the words of another adoptive mom. E. over at Ordinary Time shared how she had to be "talked off a ledge" at one point when surviving the hurricane that often prevails when bringing an older child home. Her son went on to become well adjusted and loving and that encouraged me.

She encouraged me. Now I encourage you. It wasn't easy, but love, understanding and building trust will eventually help a child through the hurricane; a hurricane that we still feel the tailwinds of today. Our days are still emotionally and physically exhausting and probably will be for some time.

But I know that Vu was meant to be ours. I know God CHOSE me to be Vu's mother and that even on days where I don't feel capable, I remember that God knows I am. He chose me in the same ways that He chose YOU to be your child's mother or father. On days where you feel like you can't do it be reminded that you can, because God KNOWS you can. Your child was MEANT to be yours. Vu was meant to be ours.

And that leads me to part three . . . stay tuned.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Update On Vu!

At long last, an update on Vu! He has been home eight weeks and is doing better than I ever imagined possible.

He is a most amazing boy: happy, smart, funny, LOVING. There have been many surprises.

Health: After being sick most of his life with ear infections, bronchitis and pneumonia, he hasn't been sick one day. He has gained five pounds and grown one inch. That means he has gained more in the last ten weeks than in his last two years! All of his blood work has come back great including his titers which show he does have full immunity from his immunizations.

Sleeping: He doesn't have nightmares although he does sleep lightly and wakes often to make sure we are still there.

And you know what the most precious thing is? He comes into our bed in the middle of the night and then, several times throughout the night he will wake up, touch my face, hug me and sigh the most satisfied sigh. He loves making sure I'm still there. He often whispers "I love you." Precious. More precious than I could have ever imagined.

Playing: He doesn't really know how to play with toys. It's an interesting thing. Taking the advice of Deborah Gray, an adoption expert, she says institutionalized kids often need to LEARN to play by interacting with their parents. We spend at least 30 minutes a day just playing together--imagination games like with play food and stuffed animals. This also give us a chance to work through his grief, for instance, when we play house he pretends to talk on the phone to one of his favorite nannies or best friend. This gives me a chance to ask him questions from a different perspective about how he is feeling, what he would like to say to them etc.

Another surprise on play is that, while he doesn't really know how to play with toys, he DOES love video games! No, he did not have these in VN but he has certainly learned how to play them here and, like my other boys, has to be given time limits. It's crazy.

Attaching: He is extremely attached to us. He doesn't exhibit any of the orphanage behaviors one might expect including his interaction with strangers (now reserved). He also stays close when out. He is very loving, affectionate and sweet. We still keep him with an immediate family member at all times. He will now occasionally opt to stay home with one of our teens when I have to go somewhere. I never sneak out on him. He is primarily attached to me but also very much to his daddy.

Activity level: In VN I thought he was a very active boy. He has since settled down and is actually fairly calm. I see him relaxing more, getting out of "hyper vigilant" mode. I also feel myself relaxing more, getting out of hyper vigilant parenting mode. I still don't feel like I could take a nap if nobody was here to keep an eye on him but our days are becoming less emotionally draining. In many ways, adding a new child, even at Vu's age, is emotionally and physically very much like adding a newborn.

Motor Skills: advanced. Another surprise. He can do small beads and is very crafty. He is also quite athletic. Is he just a perfect match, or what???

Language: His growth in this area is stunning. Instead of learning new words, he learns new sentences. I can't even remember the last time we couldn't get our point across. He also memorizes easily and knows the words to several songs and books. His favorite book is "The Very Hungry Caterpillar."

On the Vnese side of language, he is already at the point that he won't speak Viet to other Vnese. I know this is normal but it makes me sad to see him losing his native language. I would like to do something to help him keep it but so many say it is a losing battle and not worth the effort. We did attend a VNEse church service over the holidays and will continue to do so.

Food: He continues to love meat and fruit. I suspect these were the things he didn't get enough of in the orphanage. He also loves ice cream and gum--typical five year old! Another big surprise is he doesn't hoard food. We have always given him 100% access to food so maybe he doesn't feel he needs to?

Ownership: He shares everything very well. I imagine everything in the orphanage was shared. What he doesn't understand is ownership--though since Christmas he is figuring it out! He is also VERY in tune with things being equal. If I dish out ice cream, I had better give him the same amount, which of course, I do, but sometimes when using different sized bowls things can look unfair. I've learned to use identical bowls :-)

Emotions: He still fears us taking him back to the orphanage but I see progress. We tell him everyday multiple times that he is in our family forever and he will always be our son. He will still occasionally start to go a little "postal" but his fits are becoming MUCH less intense and are often immediately lessened by me telling him we love him. His "Slence of the Lambs" days seem to be over and I still have my whole body intact!

Sometimes, when he is having a hard day we talk about how much he misses his caretakers and get out his pictures. This helps.

School: He hangs out in Patrick's classroom for about an hour a day with me there. Then, he is ready to go home. I'm not sure where we will head in this area. He is far behind educationally but he is also learning so fast. He seems a lot like a four-year old educationally. I'm not sure he will be ready for first grade next year, we may just start over with kindergarten.

So often, I still can't believe God has granted us this gift. Sometimes, I just sit and watch him play or eat or sleep. He is so beautiful and so filled with God. I can't even begin to put into words how much I love him. This has been an amazing journey and the best part is, it's only just begun.


See that beautiful smile? He shares that with us constantly along with jokes, teasing, singing, dancing and laughing. Life is good.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Holiday Fun

Here's some pictures from our trip to see my sister.

Paul and his cousin are two peas in a pod.

The kids played out in the snow for hours. This is a distinct advantage of living in snow over rain. Kids don't want to play out in the rain--at least not for long.

My sweet nice K is going to be a nurturing mom someday. She is already an adoption advocate and has had fundraisers for Holt's Waiting Children.

These two are not only beautiful, they are FUN to be around. They are the best of friends and have been since they were babies. It's awesome for kids to have cousins!

Uncles don't come any better than this! Here is my Uncle D making Vu very happy. The kids had it easy. They would sled down the hill and get a snowmobile ride back up!

I feel so blessed to have great parents. My mom and dad are still in great health and love adventure. Here we are on a trip to see some elk.

It was crazy cold that day but fun.

For all the city slickers who do not know what an elk is. They are like BIG deer. They live in the West. They are good to eat but even better to watch.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

New Years' Resolutions

I love New Years' Resolutions! I usually do them the way I do everything in life, BIG! This means I have a list of about 15 and I start them all with gusto--after the kids start school again. Since they haven't, I can still enjoy pretending like my goals are all going to get accomplished.

What does a mother of eight put on her Resolutions List?

1. Stay Sane
2. Improve my golf game--get handicap down to a 10
3. Take Dr. Oz's advice about the sex 4x-a-week-thing

Oops, I accidentally grabbed my husband's list.

Here's mine. I won't bore you will all of them, just share some of the more unusual ones.

1. To improve nutrition and limit eating out: make monthly menu; have regular grocery day (I hate grocery shopping and put it off as long as humanly possible, which makes me hate going even more); serve fruits and veggies before the meal when kids are hungriest and will eat them; try some of the recipes in my new book Deceptively Delicious.

2. Exercise dog daily, which means exercising myself daily, which means taking Vu for stroller rides daily. He missed out on stroller rides. I want him to experience them.

3. Have monthly get-together with James, our oldest son. It's sad that we actually have to schedule this and we do see each other often but I specifically want fun time; things like go bowling as a family or out to dinner with just the big kids.

4. Spend more one-on-one time with 9 yo Paul. He is my lowest maintenance kid who has tons of friends which means he is never home. On top of that, he never wants to go anywhere with me. All my other kids clamor to go to Starbucks, Target or even the dreaded grocery store. Paul's just happy to stay home and play. I haven't quite figured out a specific plan, but I will :-) It might just mean I'm going to become quite good at basketball and Guitar Hero!

5. Eat only when hungry. I'm not fat but I wouldn't mind losing ten pounds. The key for me is as simple as eating whatever I want, BUT only eating when hungry, stopping when full. Easier said than done because when life gets crazy I either eat because I'm stressed or eat because I know I won't have the chance for another six hours.

6. Read my Bible cover to cover again. The first (and only) time I ever did this it took me two years. I'm not giving myself a time frame to accomplish it, I just want to do it again, daily. Reading it in full strengthened my relationship with the Lord like nothing else ever has.

7. Take another college course. Is there any woman in history who has taken 26 years to get her degree? I eventually want to get my MSW. Watch out Holt employees! Your job may be in jeopardy! Of course, you are probably safe for another 26 years.

8. Follow Dr. Oz's advice. Of course, I'm talking about his advice on nutrition.

Happy 2008!

Saturday, January 5, 2008

An All Points Bulletin


Have you seen these criminals?

Suspect number one is wanted for eating too many Milk Bones resulting in the aforementioned post disaster.

Suspect number two is his accomplice, suspected of feeding said K-9 too many Milk Bones.

If you have seen either of these dangerous to carpet criminals, please call 1-800-Imtiredofcleaninguppoop.

Friday, January 4, 2008

Fun and Unfun

I am glad to report I have finished my 82 loads of laundry. That should actually be written 8.2 loads of laundry but what's the fun unless I can exaggerate! Let me tell you, when you can only fill your washer 3/4 full (broken seal) and you have the laundry issues (or should I say ISSUE-ERS)I have, the laundry never ends. Interestingly enough, I actually like to do laundry. I know, weird. But given my job description, good.

What do I NOT like? Today I was taking down the tree and I was standing there thinking that taking down the Christmas stuff is the most un-fun thing in the whole world. Right then and there, I kid you NOT, right then and there our dog lays a MOUND of diarrhea at my feet! Oh, and then Kim comes running around the corner and steps in it. Barefoot. I know, I know, TMI!!! But, I have to vent to someone and it's not the kind of thing I can share with just anyone! Don't you feel privileged now?

Back to fun. We had an AWESOME time visiting my sister, snowmobiling and sledding. We hadn't planned on going because we didn't want Vu to be freaked out by spending the night away from home so soon but he did fine. Besides, it was my birthday. Which meant it would have been Joe's birthday. Yep, he was born on my 23rd birthday! The best gift ever but I didn't want our first birthday apart to be lonely and sad; I wanted to be surrounded by family. It was still sad but at least it wasn't lonely.

Vu absolutely loved the snow! I have lots of great pictures to download. Soon-- but for now, back to finishing up boxing the last of the Christmas stuff. I LOVE packing up Christmas stuff. (Of course that's a lie but I don't want to tempt the Worst-Case-Scenario-If-You-Want-Unfun-I'll-Show-You-Unfun-God.) I've cleaned up enough poop for one day.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

I'm Still Here

So much to tell, so little time! An impromptu vacation, a birthday, New Years' Resolutions and, most importantly, a long past due update on how Vu is doing, which is GREAT!

Today I have to unpack, take down the Christmas tree, do 82 loads of laundry and CLEAN! Even my 18 yo told me the house needs cleaned! Yea, that means it's really time!

More later . . . .