Sidamo and I picked up about three baby signs from cousin Scarlett and decided to put them to use at breakfast the other day. The "please" part cracks me up.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
No turning back now
We just received word today that Sidamo's adoption has officially been validated in the U.S. Yay! I'd love to say that's the final hurdle in the mountain of adoption paperwork, but there's still a bit more to do before we can count Sid as an official American. I believe (and maybe some of the more experienced adopters out there can correct me on this) that we now need to apply for a certificate of citizenship, a birth certificate, a social security card and maybe a passport—though we have no intention of crossing any borders with him any time soon; we're still recovering from our last transatlantic experience. Still, we're excited to be through this part!
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Maybe all this NPR isn't good for him
Anyone who knows me knows I listen to WAY too much NPR. As in, it goes on when I wake up, goes off at dinner time. I have had these lovely visions of how well-informed and cultured Sidamo will grow to be with non-stop exposure to incisive news and witty commentary. Surely, even in his not-completely-verbal phase, he's absorbing something, right?
As a matter of fact he is absorbing something, but it isn't quite what I had in mind. See, every two minutes or so, someone from either NPR or our local member station is trying to direct people online for more information, pleading for us to "visit npr.org," or "learn more at kcfr.org." It never really registered to me just how frequently we hear this until I was driving the other day (listening to NPR of course) and heard a little voice in the back seat yelling, "O-R-G! O-R-G!" Which, coming from a not-yet-2-year-old, sounds an awful lot like, "ORGY! ORGY!"
Can't wait until he starts doing it in public. How highbrow will we look then?
As a matter of fact he is absorbing something, but it isn't quite what I had in mind. See, every two minutes or so, someone from either NPR or our local member station is trying to direct people online for more information, pleading for us to "visit npr.org," or "learn more at kcfr.org." It never really registered to me just how frequently we hear this until I was driving the other day (listening to NPR of course) and heard a little voice in the back seat yelling, "O-R-G! O-R-G!" Which, coming from a not-yet-2-year-old, sounds an awful lot like, "ORGY! ORGY!"
Can't wait until he starts doing it in public. How highbrow will we look then?
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Torture
Sidamo had his first hair cut (at least while in our custody) yesterday. It was a disaster. It all started well, as you can see. He enjoyed watching other people getting their hair cut, and the very nice hairdresser even let him help her use the clippers on another boy's head. Seems like there's potential for some sort of a liability issue, but I guess the other kid did have the option of getting up and running. Once it was Sid's turn in the chair, it became pretty clear that's exactly what he would have done with longer legs.
The hairdresser tried to make him comfortable by showing him the fairies on the gown. That's when he started to get suspicious.
Panic officially set in when clippers made contact with head.
Once he started crying, we thought it might help if he sat on my lap.
That clearly didn't work—he scrambled to try to get to Daddy, so we gave him a try. Little improvement.
It was probably the fastest haircut in history, and the other patrons all cheered when it was done. Poor kid made quite a name for himself, but he did seem pleased with the end result.
Poor guy! I wonder if there are any supplements I can give him to stunt hair growth so we don't have to go through this very often.
The hairdresser tried to make him comfortable by showing him the fairies on the gown. That's when he started to get suspicious.
Panic officially set in when clippers made contact with head.
Once he started crying, we thought it might help if he sat on my lap.
That clearly didn't work—he scrambled to try to get to Daddy, so we gave him a try. Little improvement.
It was probably the fastest haircut in history, and the other patrons all cheered when it was done. Poor kid made quite a name for himself, but he did seem pleased with the end result.
Poor guy! I wonder if there are any supplements I can give him to stunt hair growth so we don't have to go through this very often.
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