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I hate to be a pain, but I do think I’m going to password protect some of my posts while I’m away. Just feeling a little too exposed and would like to know who is out there. I think sometimes I forget that adding a family member is usually something done in private, behind hospital doors (while screaming and cursing), etc. Even without the absence of hospitals and cursing (we all know there will be screaming), I somewhat feel compelled to have a modicum of privacy. Having said that, I’m happy to give out the password to those in the adoption community, please just let me know who you are.
So, I leave tomorrow. I’m not at the point where I get all sentimental and wax philosophical, so this is not going to be that post. Instead, I’m going to share with you the brilliance of my child, Oscar. This morning Oscar awoke in a mood. I think it has to do with the fact that he knows I’m leaving and he’s just unsettled, but of course he could just be in a snit. Sometimes when these moods hit, I let him watch a movie on the laptop in bed. Today, I turned on the movie Cars, which he is just starting to love. He watched for a while and then jumped out of the bed.
I thought he was just done and wanted breakfast. In a couple of seconds I hear something scraping along the tile in the bathroom. Then a thud, like a heavy plastic toy being dropped. Then the scraping. Intrigued, I peer into the hall to see my son lugging his toilet from the bathroom. He brings it into the bedroom, where I think he’s going to place it on the floor and do what he needs to do. Nope. My little guy lifts the toilet over his head and places it on top of the bed, where he climbs onto his mini throne and pees while watching his movie on the laptop on the bed, looking at me like “why was I the one who had to think of this?”
My son, the genius. Sorry there weren’t photos from the earlier incident, but I was in a bit of a rush to get the toilet off the sheets. This is just a snapshot of Oscar before he went to music class this morning. Isn’t he beautiful?
I know I was supposed to stop my shopping, but the other day I was at the site of another mom adopting from Ethiopia with my agency and the urge struck again. I showed some restraint, but just had to place an order for the cutest little diaper covers ever . . . they’re called “bloomers,” I believe, but I have a bit of a tough time saying that aloud for some reason. Whatever you want to call them, look how cute they are!
Honestly, if you have a little girl in diapers, you should totally check out her website. In fact, you should check her out even if you don’t need bloomers. She’s fabulous and she does amazing custom embroidery!
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