tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863234420406538062024-03-05T19:31:31.651-08:00Three Continents - One FamilySandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.comBlogger195125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-6721344383282655902011-03-10T15:19:00.000-08:002011-03-10T15:27:36.536-08:00Move with meStability is hard for me. Really hard. I like to move. Since, unlike some of my bloggy friends, I am not physically relocating (ever again), I have decided to move my blog back over to Wordpress, where I started out.<br /><br />I will be back at <a href="http://www.blogger.com/3continents.wordpress.com">3continents.wordpress.com</a><br /><br />I moved my blog over to Blogger because of all the cute things other people were doing with their Blogger account and I couldn't do with Wordpress. Turns out I never did any of those cute things because I am just not a cute person.<br /><br />I am annoyed with Blogger for many reasons, and it's so much easier for me to read other people's Wordpress blogs on my i-Phone, so I have decided to move back to do all of you who read blogs via their mobile device a favor.<br /><br />Please come with me!Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-1333779683270089612011-03-06T17:07:00.000-08:002011-03-06T17:13:44.240-08:00Oh that mouth...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxFA4uzcrYYy9e1FnB_GQPeNCxLuPIRdgDKT5xd03XmQQXYq7blR0d8s1YX0r4UgpsFlyVBWlJF96rjUIyJlmVSRvEW0GHsZC5ZnDD7Fcpd100YBXjIud-9U7vZoMkH8_4slOzq5htxk/s1600/Kiss.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581139914969616658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxFA4uzcrYYy9e1FnB_GQPeNCxLuPIRdgDKT5xd03XmQQXYq7blR0d8s1YX0r4UgpsFlyVBWlJF96rjUIyJlmVSRvEW0GHsZC5ZnDD7Fcpd100YBXjIud-9U7vZoMkH8_4slOzq5htxk/s400/Kiss.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Open mouth kisses are a thing of the past... Ben now puckers his lips and makes the appropriate kiss sounds.... He also uses his mouth to make smacking sounds as he feeds his finger puppets Ernie and Elmo (who, by the way, also occasionally make out). And he can now drink out of a regular cup all by himself!!! I love seeing the progress he is making, but this is going too fast!</div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-83079080723621659702011-02-25T09:26:00.000-08:002011-02-25T09:47:54.113-08:00Look who's talkingIt is so hard to imagine that a few weeks ago I was actually considering having Ben evaluated by EI because he wasn't saying much. Shortly after those thoughts, the words started, and within the past two weeks or so it seems like the flood gates have opened. He will repeat everything we say. Everything. Especially when we don't want him to.<br /><br />He has also started using more words on his own. He'll say "Danke" (I think he is really trying to say thank you, it just comes out as the German version), "up", "down" (oh boy does he use those a lot), "honey" (after I gave him some for a cough), "done", "more". He loves to say "Prost" (=cheers) and clink his sippy cup with everyone else's cup at the table. Over and over and over. I joke and say that people will think we're heavy drinkers.<br /><br />And he says "uh-oh" and "oops" all the time. Only his oops doesn't sound like that at all. It starts with the "oo" and then the rest of the word consists of a snorting noise made through his nose. I've tried imitating it, but I can't.<br /><br />He also loves to say "hi" and especially "baba", accompanied by an enthusiastic wave. He'll greet any animal he sees and will also say baba after it leaves. He'll also wave good-bye to random people at a restaurant or store. Sometimes he'll wave at us and say baba, but sorry kiddo, you won't be able to stay home alone for several years.<br /><br />His favorite animals are still bow-wow-wow's, buu (birds) and now sqch (squirrel - again with the nasal sound). He's also started grunting when he sees pigs and says '"eaow" for a cat. I am in awe of every little thing he does. Surely no other child is a genius like mine ;-) And since you're all here for the pics, here are some shots of Ben and his buddy <a href="http://chois-r-us.blogspot.com/">Choi Boy </a>at the farm (luckily for me his mommy Grace is more timely with her blogging and already wrote about it).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPyqALuO32dYtso9kWs9UhVoOHwHgzeP_7wYLGGxcpYWZ9aeIn9I0UEwfsD8spYuVPkEwrUUVZY2sXY10rjPFhU1br-C4aCq6U4aWnUL79vYHWQMLj-yMF5dAU9AVRNEvlrAdOUbE9khY/s1600/Frying+Pan+Farm+027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577684559819920130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPyqALuO32dYtso9kWs9UhVoOHwHgzeP_7wYLGGxcpYWZ9aeIn9I0UEwfsD8spYuVPkEwrUUVZY2sXY10rjPFhU1br-C4aCq6U4aWnUL79vYHWQMLj-yMF5dAU9AVRNEvlrAdOUbE9khY/s400/Frying+Pan+Farm+027.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_eiIRAeDJNZB66cGdwsTi-YPpnSokS0DdaZWVi7yGcgb_QkYaCzC12VlCMzCCLiqoWH0ZSiFh1Tr-Pn0xj0pIAfQtS1IxMFN65Ah9Tl5lZ8Y6Q54BS-1dSpvT-3h5r1uuL4phzvP7vi0/s1600/Frying+Pan+Farm+094.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577684113490069410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_eiIRAeDJNZB66cGdwsTi-YPpnSokS0DdaZWVi7yGcgb_QkYaCzC12VlCMzCCLiqoWH0ZSiFh1Tr-Pn0xj0pIAfQtS1IxMFN65Ah9Tl5lZ8Y6Q54BS-1dSpvT-3h5r1uuL4phzvP7vi0/s400/Frying+Pan+Farm+094.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZ5ctnLH4mNDULXAgiN_3r86kI5xfHjlUeZydEAfw9LCk-eXWQi-UHt0MS-zPdl1wiPmKgUE-xhjTWTn1v2jcGxIIxIH1iNsPPOOv_VcT3ISHFpgHdLvv8AzMnConfosmXquOCae5sIs/s1600/Frying+Pan+Farm+138.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577684112299755698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZ5ctnLH4mNDULXAgiN_3r86kI5xfHjlUeZydEAfw9LCk-eXWQi-UHt0MS-zPdl1wiPmKgUE-xhjTWTn1v2jcGxIIxIH1iNsPPOOv_VcT3ISHFpgHdLvv8AzMnConfosmXquOCae5sIs/s400/Frying+Pan+Farm+138.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZbsVED76eZapYvCXNIbrcylxd6SVhJK-l67HKnx2Jo5BQaE6juSg_FFPx0hm6qSMBi2MwMtly_0vcKjnkOhuA5F0Zd39C-zd6Ut36Ol3EiIHj-qQ6NNu7FfUe8Z2tZqpGqoxxlY8_4Q/s1600/Frying+Pan+Farm+039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577684096520413458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZbsVED76eZapYvCXNIbrcylxd6SVhJK-l67HKnx2Jo5BQaE6juSg_FFPx0hm6qSMBi2MwMtly_0vcKjnkOhuA5F0Zd39C-zd6Ut36Ol3EiIHj-qQ6NNu7FfUe8Z2tZqpGqoxxlY8_4Q/s400/Frying+Pan+Farm+039.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-18490703026918396562011-02-17T11:14:00.000-08:002011-02-17T11:16:51.468-08:00Drums and sticks... Celebrating Lunar New Year<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDseAyUt1PKtQicSbvM1iuk9ImqzkZigmz-K_DjyAAmHJYpLfNd_11rJlMH8aHfHl4QUr1Oi8bWDuaXEMh1uKLZahyphenhyphencEEvqu4Nz5qbn-wPcZBbhN6hiAnrM3vDEO6rmE4-fYtbM4tD9Ew/s1600/SDC12409.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574739390254056386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDseAyUt1PKtQicSbvM1iuk9ImqzkZigmz-K_DjyAAmHJYpLfNd_11rJlMH8aHfHl4QUr1Oi8bWDuaXEMh1uKLZahyphenhyphencEEvqu4Nz5qbn-wPcZBbhN6hiAnrM3vDEO6rmE4-fYtbM4tD9Ew/s400/SDC12409.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFwbKXP_MqC3Byy9myAF4Fbim-BWYzeDnJzTn0RCtSE6bJPDaFLbrx8gEsq73ePnuzJXF6lHGTK6_khyEoBzB7T21uVIDXy9DAWR9jya0GQTcb3DF-sc4HpXpDLDrqOC7WsdigHID7Y0/s1600/SDC12407.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574739380929989586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFwbKXP_MqC3Byy9myAF4Fbim-BWYzeDnJzTn0RCtSE6bJPDaFLbrx8gEsq73ePnuzJXF6lHGTK6_khyEoBzB7T21uVIDXy9DAWR9jya0GQTcb3DF-sc4HpXpDLDrqOC7WsdigHID7Y0/s400/SDC12407.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8C5Er49ljVlcImB_0Z6BfJ11KcqncnfMLtOZ7wRsukXi_gxMuHdYIU7tm_OY5JVFpRFEbTzcVvVHDTXavC-EfTFKEZFbjcRutc9hegD88Qcm4CC40CdvO7CGT2TL0meJihJbLtGzEXPo/s1600/untitled.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574739371591123394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8C5Er49ljVlcImB_0Z6BfJ11KcqncnfMLtOZ7wRsukXi_gxMuHdYIU7tm_OY5JVFpRFEbTzcVvVHDTXavC-EfTFKEZFbjcRutc9hegD88Qcm4CC40CdvO7CGT2TL0meJihJbLtGzEXPo/s400/untitled.png" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqNnt2FVG8NU6dRpR2QYkiSlksz1HRaDkWPbIT7JW1cEU0Q9vMMTOETb3An6XoJX1BsO6ChGTeOF65zGmJ20U8GhMsRbawhd9E76f1WXzFRelqzOXOUhrnPINqsPd70sCudAasogy3OrE/s1600/SDC12393.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574739367794001794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqNnt2FVG8NU6dRpR2QYkiSlksz1HRaDkWPbIT7JW1cEU0Q9vMMTOETb3An6XoJX1BsO6ChGTeOF65zGmJ20U8GhMsRbawhd9E76f1WXzFRelqzOXOUhrnPINqsPd70sCudAasogy3OrE/s400/SDC12393.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVkVcP9-CSp3ea1nyfp7AQEHxG4fxuCKqqd0RzySfm970bx5rBLMVTrwPWbtzSp95oejhFuCiCUVRVPQ4qRo0vmwjpaYzYCdRK9Q-phGXhfHZPIIJw_mWfe5eRQyddoF41TrmyKDPwQc/s1600/SDC12382.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574739370044765298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVkVcP9-CSp3ea1nyfp7AQEHxG4fxuCKqqd0RzySfm970bx5rBLMVTrwPWbtzSp95oejhFuCiCUVRVPQ4qRo0vmwjpaYzYCdRK9Q-phGXhfHZPIIJw_mWfe5eRQyddoF41TrmyKDPwQc/s400/SDC12382.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-48026346303535503962011-02-13T14:59:00.000-08:002011-02-13T15:12:51.259-08:00TimeI don't have any. I have about one million posts swirling around in my head, but can't find the time to put them on paper, or rather the computer. I have also neglected some of my friends, my work that has been so kind to let me earn some money from home, the awesome photoworkshop I wanted to participate in, and well, everything else in my life. I couldn't even tell you why I am so busy. I just know that after 14 hours of literally running after little man, all I can think of at 8 p.m. is sleep. I want to write about Ben's milestones at 19 months which include an explosion of words (up, down, honey, desk, and pen are new favorites) and the awesome Lunar New Year's festival we went to last weekend where we met tons of friends and Ben had a blast. I want to write about my wonderful and life saving German friends, who just like me are navigating life between two cultures (okay, that is a little melodramatic, but sometimes it really feels like I don't fully belong here nor there). And I want to write down all the little things Ben and I are up to every day, because isn't that what life is really about? At least now I will have this posting to remind me what I wanted to say.Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-55186504073023922002011-02-01T17:45:00.000-08:002011-02-01T17:53:54.805-08:00Forever OursI am surprised at how much it means to know that we are now officially the parents of our little boy. In our hearts he has been our son ever since he was placed in our arms 9.5 months ago.<br /><br />Today I received a surprising call from our attorney who let me know that they received the final adoption decree. Ben's name is now officially Ben and he is a US citizen. And we're his parents.<br /><br />The day the adoption became final was the anniversary of the day that our acceptance paperwork made it to Korea. Isn't it great that with all the little steps involved in adoption there is always a special date to pick from?<br /><br />Now it's on to the final round of paperwork and we will be DONE.Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-24927134859071577912011-02-01T17:34:00.000-08:002011-02-01T17:41:34.005-08:00The Joy of Love Day 1: What they do<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGt3Oa3ZGn3x68DsrWrb8788Hwxol2HLQl639Mdsrpe44iqvkchqrOAXyt8YUc8kYKOpewfzHSLOlX7efVl-WtVqS7nlte_-ePI1dtAg2qfr-6RM_ty8Gwur55sOLpWRTIILGIUbRkSL0/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWhoQV_DxPYDK4fTPNAt0kbaKTqm-GuiD8Nc9nj9fbCH2aAhSMZF5TI_YKcAU5NKw6xrZHutI0CfTzTU6l9KjWeLwXlj3hzi1GyWXySA4Xp9YK__WUjE0S8g-hVQZFrP_E4Ou1XE4K63M/s200/joy_of_love_logo_500_px.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWhoQV_DxPYDK4fTPNAt0kbaKTqm-GuiD8Nc9nj9fbCH2aAhSMZF5TI_YKcAU5NKw6xrZHutI0CfTzTU6l9KjWeLwXlj3hzi1GyWXySA4Xp9YK__WUjE0S8g-hVQZFrP_E4Ou1XE4K63M/s200/joy_of_love_logo_500_px.jpg" /></a> I am participating in a month long photo workshop at Willette Photography and the first assignment was to capture "what they do". </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well, there's a lot of this going on at my house: </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568900697925197298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGt3Oa3ZGn3x68DsrWrb8788Hwxol2HLQl639Mdsrpe44iqvkchqrOAXyt8YUc8kYKOpewfzHSLOlX7efVl-WtVqS7nlte_-ePI1dtAg2qfr-6RM_ty8Gwur55sOLpWRTIILGIUbRkSL0/s400/DSC_0081.JPG" />Little man loves to point!<br /></div><br /><div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-38127382017853396252011-01-21T09:06:00.001-08:002011-01-21T09:47:54.304-08:00One year ago - part two(My plan was to write this post yesterday, on the anniversary of our referral, but after having to pull Ben off our kitchen table no less than 14 times and then a mega tantrum at the rec center and mini tantrums the rest of day, quite frankly I didn't have the energy).<br /><br /><div></div><div>One ago (yesterday), just like every day, I drove by our adoption agency on my way to work. I knew that we were in the range of the average timeframe for referral and my anticipation had been building within the last couple of days. Every single day on my way to work I would think about what it would feel like to get the call and I would play it all out in my head. </div><div></div><br /><div>My morning at work consisted of frantically checking blogs and message boards to stalk people's timelines that I already had memorized. Then, around 9 a.m., I made my cup of oatmeal and my co-workers started coming to work. I was slouching in my office chair thinking that I really needed to get some work done when my phone rang. Now, for the past month I had a heart attack every single time my phone rang. Which is a lot. And then I saw the caller ID. My eyes immediately teared up when I saw it was our agency and my heart leapt, but I tried to convince myself that they must be calling for another reason. I tried to sound super casual on the phone.</div><br /><div></div><div>And then I heard the words "We have good news. We have your referral."</div><div></div><br /><div>I immediately started sobbing and screamed "I'm going to be a mom!" and every single person who was in ear's reach came running and watched me as I was still holding the phone sobbing and unable to say anything other than "Oh my God". After I was finally able to establish with my agency that we could come by at any time, there was lots of crying and hugging by everyone and it took several minutes for me to realize that I had to call my husband. By the time I was able to get through to him I was sobbing again and unable to say anything other than ask if he could leave work and meet me. He asked if I was okay and I was able to get a "yes" out. Then there was quiet on the other end of the phone and he said "Did we get it?" </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564694638489354786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBxVg8kJ_r18paawLnpjcy4jRnxrFw5mCvhYKPQWjay8k9FXQqeDmMZ3wNFUqAPsslSRTS-5_H-95pLJHRISSiGugoROKsrgpO1n2sxv6-JJ_KOLijQT65bU3Y09rjJd37WVcddd_RuQU/s400/photo.jpg" /><br /><div></div><br /><div>While he left work and drove to our agency I made a call to one of my best friends and headed out to get tea with my boss and co-workers. It was surreal. I was in complete shock. I was about to find out whether I had a son or daughter, and I was going to see my child's face. I was shaking all over. I had a hard time processing what was happening. </div><br /><div>As I walked down to the agency my husband pulled into the parking lot and we walked in together. We were moments away from holding that magical packet in our hands. </div><br /><div>Then, finally, we were handed the all important papers and a box of tissues. </div><br /><div>And we saw this face:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564693610624898754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglxRsxGHMQQqhUWLridHOx7-CsUV67Wfas_mVKqUI4mWjo2dKvJAI0U1leN9Pb_amMwGryfwSNu9Ls36E2MuBvpm-JFBAzJsSnepSQs6OOfwtHJjd0F-h5ag5-hQ1pkzn6KTHQTpjitWw/s400/Hoyoung_crawling.jpg" /></div><br />Ben, we love you and are so happy that we were chosen to be your parents. Finding out you were our son was one of the best days of our lives.<br /><div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-65923518810032837282011-01-19T17:11:00.000-08:002011-01-19T17:17:40.791-08:00One year ago - part oneOne year ago today, I didn't know Ben existed. One year ago today, I said to my boss "I don't know when we will get a referral. It could be another year, it could be tomorrow." One year ago today, I was yearning to find out who my child would be. One year ago today I went to bed wondering when "the" call would come. One year ago today I was wishing and hoping that one year ago tomorrow would be the day.Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-86285192516324316582011-01-10T09:50:00.001-08:002011-01-10T10:01:54.104-08:00"What a cute baby!"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-lnfe3YNqQU3oaPY1fT_mI2F9QBFoJWJ7IR_wVv8hvnQddNCDYeALkkPw8Xsd4STSJy4OY3n9myONfSqy1pM3Xv_MR0d4favLF2Ro2oFxElYD8qw9SddHZQCCytXdUQ22em6ywc0ZmM/s1600/Ben+in+January+5+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560616190591434466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-lnfe3YNqQU3oaPY1fT_mI2F9QBFoJWJ7IR_wVv8hvnQddNCDYeALkkPw8Xsd4STSJy4OY3n9myONfSqy1pM3Xv_MR0d4favLF2Ro2oFxElYD8qw9SddHZQCCytXdUQ22em6ywc0ZmM/s400/Ben+in+January+5+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg" /></a> Obviously I believe that Ben is the cutest thing on this planet, and it is oddly flattering when I get compliments on his cuteness. I know, I had nothing to do with it. Some people will tell anyone their baby is cute (even though I do not do that, I actually say "you must be so happy" when someone shows me their ugly baby), but I have come to believe that it is impossible for any other baby to receive as many compliments as my child - insert winking smilie here. For the longest time I wasn't sure what to respond, but now I just say "I know!"...<br /><br />People have followed him through grocery stores, the lady in the pastry section of our grocery store squeals with delight when she sees him, even the men in the meat section comment on his cuteness. One lady followed us into a store she wasn't even going to go in to see him up close. And then she ran outside again to get her friend. The funniest thing was when someone paged their store manager and then screamed "Look at the cute baby".<br /><br />What's the point of this post? There is no point.Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-50079505080132509362011-01-09T12:26:00.000-08:002011-01-10T10:08:10.370-08:0018 months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-cthfp9JEaM0JFcr_jeoUoOtTGsZwOFG2ANhoaRDUfCIqQr9bXks1Pi8nRUJQfR0Zv1NZIgWopvDIcD7flscD2M0NsuUquyIt-dyqYSrWBkBDgWMvcXmhNyOZeXXurIJvjQ3e6xQg2MU/s1600/Ben+in+January+4+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559874569893435666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-cthfp9JEaM0JFcr_jeoUoOtTGsZwOFG2ANhoaRDUfCIqQr9bXks1Pi8nRUJQfR0Zv1NZIgWopvDIcD7flscD2M0NsuUquyIt-dyqYSrWBkBDgWMvcXmhNyOZeXXurIJvjQ3e6xQg2MU/s400/Ben+in+January+4+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMuKGykBza8-WZBfbUnz7-YVfUolD-QeWMhbjYzr5nkADahhJHQeBptIAWmq5kYkDzhat8-EdTFiO7eg_ITWVtQrbCDG1wJI4NHmrPutpitQswQu_Ob-q68R-kyyfHaqZatEogEcpxLw/s1600/Ben+in+January+3+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559868834708329250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMuKGykBza8-WZBfbUnz7-YVfUolD-QeWMhbjYzr5nkADahhJHQeBptIAWmq5kYkDzhat8-EdTFiO7eg_ITWVtQrbCDG1wJI4NHmrPutpitQswQu_Ob-q68R-kyyfHaqZatEogEcpxLw/s400/Ben+in+January+3+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>What? Tomorrow my child will be a year and a half. If you round up, that means he is basically two. Which means that soon he will be driving. And then he'll go off to college. Yikes.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>This is what he's been up to:</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>He has words. This is a big one because I was getting a little worried that he wasn't really saying anything. He can say:<br /></div><div><br /></div><ul><li>Ba ma ma ma (banana)</li><br /><br /><li>Ba-ooooo (ball)</li><br /><br /><li>Ba-euuuuu (balloon, not to be confused with ba-ooooo. Said frequently during grocery store visits)</li><br /><br /><li>Baaaaa (bath, accompanied by frantic knocking on the bathroom door)</li><br /><br /><li>Bak (Milk)</li><br /><br /><li>Busssss (toothbrush. said with a slight lisp)</li><br /><br /><li>Turtle (said only once to point out a, yes, turtle)</li><br /><br /><li>Ei (the German word for egg, pronounced like "I")</li><br /><br /><li>Oy Vey</li></ul><p> </p><ul><li>Apple </li><br /><br /><li>Po-ta-to (used to ask for: potato, clementine, blueberries, and kiwi. Sometimes also used for banana)</li></ul><div>He says "brrrr" when we say "It's cold out" and shakes his little body. </div><div></div><div>He climbs up and into everything. I can't keep up!<br /></div><p>He loves Ernie on Sesame Street and gets super excited when one of his diapers has Ernie on it.</p><p>He still loves to clean. He loves to look at books and can turn the pages himself. He loves to point out dogs and balloons in books. And Ernie. He still loves to tackle mommy and daddy and slobber all over our faces. </p><p>When he nods "yes", his whole body moves, not just his head. But mostly, he shakes his head when asked any kind of question. When he truly means "no", he scrunches his nose, turns the head sideways and makes a whiny sound. </p><p>I love this age because he is still super cute but not a baby anymore. He can walk, but I still get to carry him. He is getting more independent, but will still do what I say (sometimes). </p><p>We still have two big issues. </p><p>One is the tantrums. He's been having fits every since he came home, but somehow they have changed. Sometimes I can really tell that it is a temper tantrum because he isn't getting his way. But other times I wonder how many of these tantrums are still adoption/attachment related. When he just can calm down and it takes an hour of me walking him in the Beco, I think it's not just normal toddler behavior. </p><p>The other one is napping. He will nap - thank goodness - but I still have him nap in our bed with me next to him. I don't necessarily mind because I know that this way he will sleep and I will get a break, but I know that one day I will have to train him to nap in his bed. Or will I? </p><div><br /><br /></div><p></p></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-40606232690688399852011-01-07T09:03:00.000-08:002011-01-07T09:57:45.413-08:00Same Procedure as Every Year ** <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinner_for_One">If you are not German, here's where that came from.</a><br /><br />By now I have realized that New Year's resolutions are basically pointless. I feel like I have pretty much been the same person since I was 17 despite my best efforts. But somehow I just love new year's resolutions and the illusion that this will be the year in which I become rich, beautiful, and discover all of my hidden talents.<br /><br />So, here are 7 things I vow to improve upon this year.<br /><br />1. Be nicer to my husband.<br /><p>I have an awesome husband. He puts up with all of my moods and supports all of my crazy ideas that never come to fruition (I suspect that he supports them because he knows nothing will ever come of it). He agreed to letting me stay home with our son even though it means that all of us had to cut back. He recognizes that being home with a child is hard work and he makes sure to give me some me-time. He even helps around the house and started cooking, even though theoretically this falls under my job description. </p><p>This year, I want to work on letting him know how much I appreciate all the things he does (instead of nagging about the ones he doesn't do).</p><p>2. Spend more <em>quality</em> time with my son</p><p>Sure, I spend all day with Ben, but quite frankly sometimes I struggle to truly enjoy the time we spend together. It can be hard for me to be mentally present and sometimes I catch myself being glued to my iPhone all morning checking blogs and FB or talking on the phone. So, this year I am going to put.the.phone.away. for most of the day and have fun with my son.</p><p>3. Get over it</p><p>We have a never-ending argument about whether or not we will adopt again. The husband says that yes, he wants to, but wants to wait a while to see if we can handle it financially. I, impulsive as I am, want to start the process again right away. I have been really obsessed with this off and on for the past couple of months and it's not good for me. I need to let it go. I know that if I don't push for it, it won't happen, but I am sick of getting my hopes up upon hearing that he wants to adopt again only to have them dashed when I hear "but". Having just one kid isn't that bad, is it? </p><p>4. Just do it</p><p>As mentioned under 1. I tend to have lots of grand ideas for things I want to learn and do. These ideas swirl around in my head, but I can never get it together to concentrate long enough to do any of them. So I want to pick one thing and stick with it. What that is, ummm, I don't know. </p><p>5. Time management</p><p>This is a BIG one. I am horrible at it. HORRIBLE. Somehow each day seems to fly by and I get nothing done. I don't know how other people spend time with the kids, do the household, blog, read and comment on other blogs, and work part time. HOW DO YOU DO IT PEOPLE? </p><p>6. Make this house a home</p><p>We've been here 1.5 years, which is the longest we've lived anywhere in the past 7 years. But if you looked at our house you'd think we just moved in. It's really sad and embarrassing. This year I want to work on making this place look somewhat decent so I can finally feel at home. We're going to be here for a looooooooooong time. </p><p>7. Be aware of how lucky I am</p><p>It is very easy for me to live in the past or the future, or to think of all the things I don't have. I want to work on appreciating the life I have instead of dreaming about the "what if". Because I really am pretty darn lucky. </p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-15021792660936729112010-12-30T12:08:00.000-08:002010-12-30T09:08:59.938-08:00What a year!This was the craziest year of my life.<br /><br />One year ago we had no idea what an emotional year this would be. It was the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.<br /><br />I had no idea that January 20th would be the most amazing day of my life so far. Nothing could have prepared me for finding out about our son. And nothing could have prepared me for how hard the wait for him to come home would be. Then April 5th came and once again I almost had a heart attack and immediately started bawling as soon as I saw the caller ID on my phone. My baby was ready to come home. Almost a week later we were finally boarding a plane to sweet Seoul. Being in the same city as our son was incredible. And then the day came that we had been waiting for. We met Ben. There are no words to describe what it feels like to hold your child for the first time. Just two days later he was ours for good. After all we've been through to get to that day they just handed us the baby and we were parents! It was such a bittersweet day and to this day I can't talk about the day we received Ben without crying. My heart broke for his foster mom and for him. Taking my child from his beautiful country was so much harder than I ever could have imagined. Once home the transition period began, and luckily I have blocked most of it from memory. Let's just say it wasn't pretty, but slowly Ben got used to us and we got used to being parents. All of a sudden here we are at the end of the year and we are in a good place.<br /><br />What a year it was and how I wish I could push "replay" and do it all over (with the exception of the first few months home, please).Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-36738600584363262332010-12-30T11:36:00.000-08:002010-12-30T08:45:16.465-08:00O Holy NightRight after my somewhat mopey posting about my lacking Christmas spirit, it arrived in the form of two packages. One from my parents in Germany and one from my bloggy friend Kimberly with a very special ornament I won in her giveaway.<br /><div><div><div><br /><div><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556514553394293794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG-3gUjjvwV3xxGDeK49e2MP7kq3TZAJzScV78-FUxLubUOMInVRtFnFkR4DRieVNN_aNguqu3yU_vJX24RaZ1THMvUpbpBYcfpliGWjVmj_JBvjPDz09khtFM0K7dyto0NEAyvoLdyJA/s400/Christmas+2010+%252820+of+164%2529.jpg" /><br /><div>The ornament reminded me of why this Christmas was so special. We were finally celebrating as a family.</div><br /><div>The very next day I baked some Vanillekipferl that even turned out. Ben, of course, immediately memorized the look of every cookie tin we own and would point and screech for cookies. More often than not he got one. I am such a pushover!<br /></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556514399084683266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLof5UMiCYKeitQRIEE8Y9jqJHvDQK2RqVTlmeoFqq8oeOQFLnf0ZnFS_2bDuGaB4DTUwtpW9dMPYvLglRVgk8wTFlPO5EvktZ3xFcka0i-hCUPyCZba1_Ny5p_SFc6uBqYAPGP9JbwvU/s400/Christmas+2010+%252815+of+164%2529.jpg" /><br /><br /><div>On Christmas Eve we decorated the tree under close supervision. Surprisingly Ben did very good at not touching but only sniffing the tree. We watched my favorite Christmas movie, Love Actually, and realized that it will probably be inappropriate for Ben very soon. </div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556514404812926786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2SNvjlPWbIk_O6eb-VWf9FXbxmVLmYQhLL5tasSWQCxO2CEl0-HCQ-4zOjxmPpOIEXwl6Ogr9iC1ZoWiuc1M0D7A7653acshl8HRdegK8jAtASwmeEDatWL1VjrQM7gXuZbi3iqR2eA/s400/Christmas+2010+%252838+of+164%2529.jpg" /><br /><br /><div>Then after sunset the Christkind arrived and put the presents under the tree. We took Ben downstairs to see the tree and gifts. He immediately made a beeline for the presents and started unwrapping! I (aehem, the Christkind) had went back and forth on whether to get him something big, something small, or even nothing at all. I was convinced he would most likely not touch anything we gave him. I was under the impression that each set of grandparents would get him maybe one or two gifts and I caved and bought a few small items. For Christmas Eve he received several books, a CD, a cute plate, and a Xylophone from my parents. My best friend in Germany gave him a set of Playmobil - which I LOVE. I have totally been obsessed with Playmobil ever since I was a kid and am super excited that I finally get to play with it again. We got Ben some animal magnets, crayons, and Sandra Boynton books. Ben immediately took to the Playmobil, the magnets, and the crayons. Success! </div><br /><div>After all the excitement of unwrapping we had our traditional Christmas Eve dinner of fondue with various homemade sauces, herb butter, marinated antipasti and some yummy wine that my parents had sent to us. I can't say Ben loved it, but he did get to play with his crayons some while we were eating. </div><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556515509827426162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNvuQg8vGPgvPcez-QLiTaiLQKdua8X-GjQUue5Gcok1ANx6he0PycIpVP3pAAuH-cSKK7Rt57b1vADDOSgVA_Ftsz2WQIRq0UnbXeI5FIxF_70g4MAMH93vaqHWXvjsI7M2yQ_IQ7QA/s400/Christmas+2010+%2528116+of+164%2529.jpg" /><br /><br /><div>After a very restless night it was Christmas Day. Ben was awake and screaming around 5:30 so we had to get up. I was extremly tired, had a headache from too much wine, and Ben was cranky too. Ben wasn't really surprised to see more presents under the tree and once again started to open them. His big gift from Santa was a cleaning set with brooms and a mop. Luckily he loved it! There was tons of stuff from his American grandparents and he quickly lost interest in unwrapping after he discovered the ball he was given. The rest of the day was spent relaxing and playing. </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556516225788549538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVx7PJ3TUgof6hKq5yxx4gkyb9aFGG0bpd5cs4t8_VdY1cKjl-uI25Lwr4gHQPkq6WfrlMkw94k-cDMBKoHsR_To6Xn7TOmYMPzHDmkqoOHJSMMkZjvYsAr914pXxX13pd5LBksc68cM/s400/Christmas+2010+%2528154+of+164%2529.jpg" /><br /><br /><div>Overall it was a great Christmas and I am thoroughly enjoying the time between Christmas and New Years. </div></div></div></div></div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-78608891828643951002010-12-22T08:07:00.000-08:002010-12-22T08:50:59.212-08:00ISO - Christmas Spirit<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaM3XHMYIHSXbRj4Vj83u2PfbAX2ergiige8JfIZ-Ws4StNIZRJ1PwjsW9CW2Whi6RD2xh9geClTht8_HM5nk7tcXmDt0UIuUvUkUVZ7R-18JK-A78cdRSj4no_hCSkxyu38PpfhB7B0w/s1600/Ben+picking+tree+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553542420988249954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaM3XHMYIHSXbRj4Vj83u2PfbAX2ergiige8JfIZ-Ws4StNIZRJ1PwjsW9CW2Whi6RD2xh9geClTht8_HM5nk7tcXmDt0UIuUvUkUVZ7R-18JK-A78cdRSj4no_hCSkxyu38PpfhB7B0w/s400/Ben+picking+tree+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553542580811816514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdHoasgXpZ6sb1BIO__oNhaJKyusODSO0ZAwAl0jKAChhOzXhzQIZ28YusT7oFnOLAhEcUJuN3eHENMqJqIidvW7jw6VuS3hEQeO0DPPpcvuiJ5U8ymllJS-ZaCaykVEjGs0Hfg7ySiz0/s400/Ben+and+Xmas+tree+%25281+of+2%2529.jpg" /><br /><div><div>By the end of November I could hardly wait for Christmas season to get here. And then the excitement faded very quickly. I had big plans of baking German cookies, filling Ben's boot on St. Nicholas, decorating the house, doing all kinds of Christmassy things (like watching Love Actually over and over). And it's sad to say that none of these happened. Ben doesn't really get Christmas yet and is too young to enjoy crafts or baking. And I am not good at crafts or baking. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>I get a little homesick each year because I miss the Christmas I grew up with. There are lots of great things about celebrating Christmas the American way, but somehow they don't mean much to me. After all, Christmas is all about traditions. We'll be doing our best at a blended approach that I am sure will evolve over the years. Ben will get presents from the Christkind (=baby Jesus) on Christmas Eve and Santa Claus on Christmas. Mommy will drink Gluehwein (mulled wine) and eat Lebkuchen (ginger bread). Daddy can get up early on Christmas morning while mommy sleeps in (hahaha). </div><div> </div><div></div><div>We finally picked a tree last Sunday, and even though I hadn't originally planned on doing so, we will keep with the German tradition of decorating the tree on Christmas Eve. Hopefully next year we'll manage that a little sooner.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>If you have excess Christmas spirit, please send it my way!</div><div></div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-78728240458828586652010-12-16T09:49:00.000-08:002010-12-16T09:58:05.605-08:00Ben's First American Snow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMS51AEOySKXLZde8MW0iwsSY_FhPiuoWR2P1fJgmKN01NZXnXye_72KwQseGdz7YzW7uI8Aa89o5PqbLpxwd0bfWZiSfh0QaeiXTbXv__iT2Tx1M7BYoVTPuS7L6YHTevFa0YnSwu2E/s1600/December+2010+182.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551340852956359154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMS51AEOySKXLZde8MW0iwsSY_FhPiuoWR2P1fJgmKN01NZXnXye_72KwQseGdz7YzW7uI8Aa89o5PqbLpxwd0bfWZiSfh0QaeiXTbXv__iT2Tx1M7BYoVTPuS7L6YHTevFa0YnSwu2E/s400/December+2010+182.JPG" /></a>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-37042374013315709962010-12-13T04:46:00.000-08:002010-12-13T04:59:26.829-08:00ExcerptWe received a letter from Ben's foster mom, which is priceless. We have some email contact through the foster sister, but to hear from the foster mom herself is wonderful.<br /><br />I cried like a baby when I read the letter (no surprise really, since I cry all the time).<br />This is for all of you who don't have contact with your children's foster parents. These children are so loved.<br /><br />Here are some excerpts:<br /><br /><em>"We gave him everything we could give him."<br /><br />"When he heard that the new parents are coming, not sure if he understood it fully, he had some hard time eating and sleeping. I was also worried to death..."<br /><br />"I never stopped thinking about him every day. Each time I miss him, I would look at the world clock and think "what is he doing by this time of day?"<br /><br /></em>I admire these families who take care of our babies not knowing how long they will be with them and love them with all of their hearts.Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-7597293515179841912010-12-10T19:49:00.000-08:002010-12-10T12:02:25.192-08:0017 months oldAt 17 months old, Ben is getting more and more confident. He is walking really well now and is able to carry things while he walks. He also like to walk backwards, sideways, and twirl. He can get up and down the stairs by himself, but has taken two tumbles already.<br /><br /><br />He enjoys other people's attention a lot and is starting to interact with other kids (mainly by taking away their toys or trying to share his toys). It is so fun to watch him with his little friend W. who came home at the same time as Ben. Just a couple of weeks ago Ben would have nothing to do with him, but just yesterday they were sharing a meal, wrestling, and Ben sat in W.'s lap (that was an accident, but it was adorable).<br /><br />Sometimes we go to open play at a local kid's gym and he is starting to love the trampoline. At first he just wanted to sit on it as everyone else jumped, but now he wants to get up and jump himself. Not that he can really jump, but he'll wiggle his knees while holding on to the little bar. I love how proud he is of himself!<br /><br />Current words now include "book", "baaaaaa" for bath, and "dada". For a while he was saying "baaayyyyybbeee" over and over, but that phase has passed.<br /><br /><br />He also likes to wave and say "hiiiiii" and sometimes "bye". DH says he sounds like Mr. Hanky from South Park.<br /><br />Somehow he forgot where his body parts are though and will now always point to his ear!<br /><br /><br />He is getting into play-doh and is enjoying his little doodle pad he got from Korean airlines. He is also starting to like some of his stuffed animals, especially Big Brown Bear (so we're not good at giving creative names in our house).<br /><br />And he just loves real animals. Not too long ago we went to a local farm and he was beside himself with excitement. His little hands were flying all over the place as he was trying to point to the sheep, goats, cows, and pigs simultaneously.<br /><br /><br />In other news I survived my first week of flying solo, and other than two pretty tough days I have to say it went pretty well.Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-69140913188412397572010-12-07T08:40:00.000-08:002010-12-08T07:02:05.708-08:00Ben's newest crushThe other day (okay, so it was last week and I am SO behind on my posts) I met my bloggy turned IRL friend <a href="http://chois-r-us.blogspot.com/">Grace</a> for lunch at the local Chick-Fil-A. When Ben and Grace first met several months ago, one of them was crying (and it wasn't Grace). Now Ben adores Grace, wanted to sit in her lap, play with her necklace and feed her soggy french fries that came straight from his mouth. Seriously, how cute is this?<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547937138640624546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj__Lc1UEnB-3zxUFECmwv2is6VmjjmfTi8HsJuSTf33Jqa45xtLYKb4E1AQYAVsiQfI3qgN0fzYpV2f04JIbAYeEgXXTPLSNpMMomONRZep5fadvjr4_nbY9X18okOoptON2bDSkWdwUw/s400/photo.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547936289068554498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGX7_dvLF2WuH1oV4Iy9KWP182E5FgtDqEk1LfrMVT51B-l2-kJgQW81q0xcL54wy7-uNRDhBnMEM0gNoCD6-b7iATSWUC5HBuF5uf866eIkZpLi8_wMvCidb2PyXuYzJnBkkAztnSUwE/s400/Grace+and+Ben.JPG" /><br />Little man had a blast and I think he is in love with Grace.<br /><br /><br />And of course there also was a weird "adoption moment".<br />A sweet older couple was sitting behind us and Ben would go back to their table and stare at the ice cream they were eating. When they left, we were just getting up as well and Ben was holding onto Grace's hand. The couple commented on his cuteness and then the man said "And you're holding mommy's hand."<br /><br />Grace immediately pointed to me and told Ben to go to mommy.<br /><br />At the time I didn't think much of the comment, because who would assume that the Korean child goes with the Caucasian woman and not the Korean one? I probably wouldn't.<br /><br /><br />It hit me on my way home though. No one will ever be able to tell that we belong together by just looking at us.<br /><br />Yes, of course it's something we know going into international adoption, but somehow this reality hit home that day. Does it matter to<em> me</em> that no one knows we belong together by looking at us? No. Will it matter to <em>my son</em> that he has to explain why his mom doesn't look like him? Probably.Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-38665821048016144622010-11-28T07:23:00.000-08:002010-11-28T07:37:04.189-08:00Thankful<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKT_HvSN4nYx2LavT0h9ArizndaJxF1B5NmVBq7voLv42tMy1TW0AuA-sW5cRjDhs1ZJv3s92JpwFom7xgzRluN2ehypCl6CS6Ui0NW0ycuK3xANj1qEgYqR-FAiW0bvB2QgdNVD3bLro/s1600/Ben+in+DC+289.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544624420342739074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKT_HvSN4nYx2LavT0h9ArizndaJxF1B5NmVBq7voLv42tMy1TW0AuA-sW5cRjDhs1ZJv3s92JpwFom7xgzRluN2ehypCl6CS6Ui0NW0ycuK3xANj1qEgYqR-FAiW0bvB2QgdNVD3bLro/s400/Ben+in+DC+289.JPG" /></a> <div><div><br /><br /><div>I have so much to be thankful for this year. </div><br /><div>On the top of the list, of course, is my little man. Somehow we survived the wait, which at the time seemed like it would never end. Somehow we survived the first weeks home, which also seemed like they would never pass. Somehow we found our new normal, and it feels good. </div><br /><div>I am also thankful for an amazing husband. Yes, he drives me crazy sometimes, which has less to do with him than my moodiness. He gets up at night to comfort a screaming baby. He lets me sleep in as much as possible. He loves our son with all of his heart and it just makes me love him more. </div><br /><div>I am also thankful for the friends I have made through adoption, whether it be in real life or the blogosphere. Thank you to all of you for sharing your lives, your struggles, and your triumphs. You keep me (somewhat) sane.</div><br /><div>I cannot stand it when people say that we are such special people for adopting (because we are not), but I have to say that some of the most amazing people I have met are fellow adoptive parents. I feel very blessed to be part of such a wonderful community. </div></div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-5701308931841491532010-11-17T05:39:00.000-08:002010-11-17T05:43:24.994-08:00Wordless Wednesday {Who - me?}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCYfDvNrTb0_fI1BzhxaE-sDWnJjPe8CnsbPWTt3y8LWMUZuW6e9wOnhH5I35qr2WvBQDrniIAJ7B3UcTqPuOadFGKzZIzdTgOvumMl8nJxNvTE_LtiW7TKhIjUacZnCO7waE6CTJTgw/s1600/Ben+in+DC+368.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540513597714385154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCYfDvNrTb0_fI1BzhxaE-sDWnJjPe8CnsbPWTt3y8LWMUZuW6e9wOnhH5I35qr2WvBQDrniIAJ7B3UcTqPuOadFGKzZIzdTgOvumMl8nJxNvTE_LtiW7TKhIjUacZnCO7waE6CTJTgw/s400/Ben+in+DC+368.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyEAu49a_8xgvBslskidnqiRnCeyhnP9SZY3rLldxKTGXW1bXbDVJjPEMcea0kjpUKK_3-g7OQZ6UrUhz370Z5uf7Aq1LTT5cONumcA19IJnQLC83pqByIBmkzWkIUD97iWIr_jyqZ-IA/s1600/Ben+in+DC+288.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-26782583271087354112010-11-15T13:36:00.000-08:002010-11-15T06:17:24.353-08:00Getting ready for Christmas (and some shameless advertising)This year I am so excited for Christmas to finally get here. I usually love fall so much, but this time I can't wait for the holiday season and everything that goes with it. I can't wait to get started with my decorations and sending out cards. I may even bake cookies this year!.<br /><br />I was super excited to find out about a <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/holiday-cards">Shutterfly holiday card</a> promotion through my friends Jackie and Grace's blogs.<br /><br /><br />Of course there are <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards">so many designs </a>that I have a hard time deciding. It will be either <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/oh-holy-night-religious-christmas-card-5x7-flat?fg=2305&sortType=1&fa=2&storeNode=93476&fe=1&fc=1">this</a>:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/stationerycard_5x7/STATIONERYCARD_5x7-23052-2578-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128103988300079962.jpg" />Or <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/elegant-lace-snowflakes-christmas-card-5x7-flat?fg=2305&sortType=1&fa=2&storeNode=93476&fe=1&fc=1">this</a>:<br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/stationerycard_5x7/STATIONERYCARD_5x7-23046-2387-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v1281040078000130897.jpg" /></p><br /><p>They are both very classic and simple, which I like. I plan on using a black and white picture of our beautiful baby boy on them, and I think either one will turn out great. </p><p>Both sets of grandparents will receive <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars/wall-calendars">calendars</a> for next year. I ordered one for my parents last year and they loved it. This year it will be better still because it will be all about our little man. I even thought about making one for his foster parents. </p>I am not sure if his foster family celebrates Christmas, but may send them a <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/new-years-cards">new year's card</a>.<br /><p>Here is the<a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/"> link </a>if you want to take part in this promotion yourself! </p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-6150288239843642862010-11-15T12:12:00.001-08:002010-11-15T12:28:28.666-08:00And then there are days like this....Times up during the night: 3<br />Rise and shine: 4 a.m.<br />Tantrums: 5<br />Average tantrum duration: 30 minutes<br />Naps: 0<br />Sippy cups thrown into cat litter:1<br /><br />I need it to be 8 p.m.Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-39770656933797798252010-11-08T07:58:00.000-08:002010-11-09T07:47:24.716-08:00Friends, Fun and FoodMy friend Grace invited several of her adoption friends to her church's food festival on Saturday (and blogged about it <a href="http://chois-r-us.blogspot.com/2010/11/sae-chingoo-deul-new-friends.html">here</a>) It was a-m-a-z-i-n-g for so many reasons. The food being one of them, of course, and the company another. I love getting together with other adoptive families. I finally met my bloggy friend Kala and her sweet son in person, and met Jen and Becky, two other ladies who are currently waiting for their babies to come home. We ate delicious Korean food and talked about all the things that only adoptive parents understand.<br /><br />But for Ben and I, there was another reason why this day was so special.<br /><br /><br />Things started off on a little bit of a rough note for us. Ben and I arrived a little early, as always, and wandered through the building and while we were waiting for Grace to finish her shift and for everyone else to arrive, a very nice man gave Ben a balloon. Unfortunately in the process of doing so he looked at and - gasp - touched him, which was enough reason for a mini-meltdown.<br /><br /><br />At that point I was not looking forward to spending any amount of time at the festival with a clingy, crying child. I had injured my shoulder earlier this week (funny story, it happened during a nap) and was completely out of commission for two days, so the prospect of having to lug the toddler around in my arms was not appealing.<br /><br /><br />And then a miracle happened. I put Ben down and at first he walked around a little holding my hand, and then all of a sudden he took off running and laughing into the crowd! I know this sounds like typical toddler behavior, but Ben usually does not let go of mommy when there are others around. It was so special to see him so comfortable that he was going up to people, even other kids, staring at them (and their food) and laughing when they talked to him. It may have been slightly annoying to everyone else since it was pretty crowded, but I wasn't going to ruin his new found freedom. Later in the day he even let Grace pick him up and hold him and walk away from me. It sounds so silly, but it was such a relief to see that he is so much more comfortable now.<br /><br /><br />A picture like this would have been unthinkable just last week. Yes, this is Ben in close proximity of Matthew and he is not crying!!! (Thanks Grace for letting me use your pics). <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537567018105798530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnNi1M9_FJhjgjGtyvhpW6xBHm4MOiXN4wc4Ns_V_u6emXVhBgPYEHHNFymx8-33uWrLfIKDMLoSLfh8KqNFcRnAW6GqlrmY5YvWbwJUZG2HWJ2g1i7M7wQ1Y1K7mR87m6AL8VMLnq6Vg/s400/DSC_0524.jpg" />Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186323442040653806.post-21458881031722778012010-11-08T06:59:00.000-08:002010-11-08T08:31:00.137-08:00He's becoming a person!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWawA06Ng66vNx7finkLcrUZvE8QYSfgJQiqPx_bQcvPcxfZmkWWhTDh4R_lSw2oOsB9x4waAg-A7UvKaPLRkXURw1rJbMtKFzEgjGNFtOwbYHnUBBtyrq8SNKdCBMfufywZ3HVqDou4/s1600/Halloween+2010+037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537197852854002226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWawA06Ng66vNx7finkLcrUZvE8QYSfgJQiqPx_bQcvPcxfZmkWWhTDh4R_lSw2oOsB9x4waAg-A7UvKaPLRkXURw1rJbMtKFzEgjGNFtOwbYHnUBBtyrq8SNKdCBMfufywZ3HVqDou4/s400/Halloween+2010+037.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div>At 16 months, my little man is really becoming his own little person! The progress he is making is amazing to this mama. </div><br /><div></div><div>A while ago we removed the tray from his highchair and pushed it up against the table. I am so glad I got my way and bought my European style highchair (DH and I got into a big argument over it way back when)! I love having all of us sit at the table. Ben is starting to be able to put things on his spoon and feed himself, but most of the time I still have to either load the spoon and give it to him or he will eat with his hands. Oh the mess he makes. </div><div></div><br /><div>He is now running all over the place and getting into everything! We thought we had childproofed our house, but it turns out that we have a lot more work to do. I have been really lax in what I have allowed him to do, so he loves to empty the lower shelves of the pantry and some of the cabinets. I figure that it keeps him entertained while I do stuff in the kitchen, but DH is not so happy with it. </div><br /><div></div><div>Ben is now also starting to imitate things we do. For example he will grap a rag and clean the floor. Something that I do multiple times a day around his highchair. He also helps put away laundry by grabbing handsful and stuffing it in dresser drawers. And then he takes it out again and puts in the hamper. Or uses it to "clean" the floor. </div><br /><div></div><div>He is totally obsessed with the cat food and water and gets in trouble multiple times a day for dunking his hands in it. </div><div></div><div>He can point to his nose, teeth, hair, cheeks, ears, eyes, belly, and toes. He also likes to point out body parts on his stuffed animals. </div><div></div><br /><div>He loves "ABC" books and will always bring them to us and then point to different things. Sometimes I think he is testing me. He'll point to the goat about ten times and then to the gorilla and then does the goat again multiple times. </div><div></div><br /><div>The absolute best thing is that he has been so much happier lately and laughing and giggling non-stop. He is also becoming more comfortable around people. I used to always have to carry him where ever there were people that might look at him and he would start crying as soon as someone talked to him, but as recently as this past weekend he was running around in a crowd and going up to strangers to stare at them (more on that in another post). </div><div> </div><div>I know I keep on saying this, but I am still just amazed at how much I love being a mom. Because that was not always the case. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I am in so in love with this little person and feel so blessed that I get to be his mommy. My heart has never been so full. </div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11432764155924362426noreply@blogger.com12