Spring Fever

Finally, a few minutes to blog. I am on a flight to Minneapolis; my first real trip away from the kids, and I was honestly dreading every last minute up until my departure. Now, I am glad to be on my way, so I can get it over with. If it was something that I looked forward to doing, that would be one thing, but this part of my job s*cks, and is a complete waste of my time, my family time and company time and company dollars.

Spring has *finally* arrived in New England! We started lawn clean-up a couple of weeks ago which is never fun after a looooong and snowy winter with two dogs. Yeah, you get the picture. Try 200 pounds of dog poop.  The kids started their first ever baseball season, which means we are now “those parents” who’s weekends will be devoted to sports. Muse has an amazing, natural gift of athleticism. His arm is better than Johnny Damon’s (Red Sox fans will know what I am talking about), and he’s quite the slugger! Still learning to catch, but Doug has been practicing with him in the back yard, and each time, he gets better and better. Biskut is all about looking good in the field – shaking her booty, dancing around, and not paying a whole lot of attention to the kid at the plate. Their first games are this Saturday, and I can’t wait to watch them this season to see how they progress.

Biskut is asking lots (and lots of questions these days), and it borders on obsessive compulsive (is this normal?). What does that mean? Is it good for you? Not every day? Does it have sugar? (she is going to be one healthy eater!). One of my least favorites is, “Is s/he bigger than you?’ (which translates to, “are you older than him/her?”). She asks me this question every.single.time she sees a person on the street, in the store, in a restaurant or on t.v. – even some adoptive parents have been victims. Sadly, almost every.single.time I need to report back to her that, “no, Mommy IS bigger than him/her.” Endearing, it is not.

We attended an awesome Fasika celebration hosted by this family. Biskut still loves all things Ethiopian (especially food and music), and Muse still wants to pull away. If we go out for Ethiopian food, he will choose the most “American” entree, or nothing at all. If we go to a party, he won’t dance, won’t eat, and frankly, doesn’t want to be there. I think moving forward, at least for the time being, we won’t make him go if he doesn’t want to. I am not sure what he is harvesting inside. Muse will talk about Ethiopia, but it is more on his terms, when he wants to, and I don’t want to force something when he may not be ready yet. I know he is happy, and yet, I can’t imagine the trauma of going through what he and his sister went through over the last 15 months. If it were me, I would need time too, probably a lifetime of wanting answers that we may not be able to provide and trying to find peace within.

So, there has been a lot going on with us lately. Some of it will be blog-able, some of it not. Some of it happy, and other parts aren’t. Its amazing how quickly life’s best-laid-out plans can change as we embark on a couple of new, expected, and unexpected, journeys. I was one who always thrived on changed. The one who gets bored with the status-quo. If I don’t have something to worry and stress about, than it just doesn’t feel right. There are days when I wish I was more like my husband…a guy who can go-with-the-flow and not look back…I am going to try to stress less, and enjoy more.