Wednesday, March 23, 2011

When One Door Closes....

 Watching the animal show at the Nature Preserve at Hueston Woods, and below, at the beach.
The Mountain Lion..Hannah said "Meow Kitty."
 Hannie vs. Shamrock Cookie. Final Score: Cookie 1, Hannie 0
 If you are lucky enough to be irish, then you are lucky enough.
 Cutest Asian Leprechaun
 Mommy's Lucky Charm


My future double's partner, IF she can get more rotation on her swing volley :-)


As you can see, we celebrate St. Patrick's Day BIG around these parts.  ****TMI alert, skip ahead to avoid a gross out****  Hannah celebrated in her own way.  When I went in to change her diaper on St. Patrick's Day, it was BRIGHT GREEN!!  GROSS!!! Festive, but GROSS!!!

Spring has FINALLY made it's way to Ohio, and I have decided that Hannie, at 20 months, is finally old enough to join Mama on the tennis court. Call me Tiger Tennis Mama, I don't mind.  For those of you who don't know me IRL, I really, really like tennis, and have played my entire life.  I hope Hannie wants to play as well, and so far it's looking promising.   Well, she didn't get the ball over the net or anything, but she looks pretty good in her new tennis outfit and kicks!

This weekend was beautiful weather, and we cooked-out with the neighbors and went to the beach and nature preserve at Hueston Woods State Park with Emily and Isabella.  Emily and I also got up and went to a Mom to Mom Consignment Sale Saturday morning.  It was horrifying.  It started at 8am, we got there at 8:05 and we were oh, about 400th in line.  People were grabbing clothes out from under each other, pushing, shoving, blowing whistles, it was utter chaos.  Like picture Black Friday on crack. Never ever again.  If you need me, I'll be at nice, calm, orderly Gymboree. Better yet, I'll shop online.

An interesting tidbit for my KazMama's out there.  The space capsule carrying two Russian Cosmonauts and NASA astronaut Scott Kelly (twin brother of Mark Kelly, who is the husband of wounded congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords) landed safely in the steppes of central Kazakhstan this week.
Check out the article, there is a great picture of Scott Kelly dressed in a traditional Kazakh folk outfit holding a matroyshka doll! Oh, and before I forget, happy Nauryz everyone!
 
And finally...dum dum dum...Great news in the adoption world...after much sadness with the reduction and eventual closing of Kazakhstan's adoption program (only 131 children adopted last year, still 100,000 orphans in country), just a few days later, China announced that the Special Focus Adoption Program is now open to Single Women!  Hmmm...Is there a China Doll in my future?! Stay tuned!

Sunday, March 13, 2011

The Greatest Show On Earth



 As you may have guessed from the blog title and pictures of dancing elephants, we celebrated Gotcha Day 2011 with a trip to the Barnum and Bailey circus with another Cincy Kaz adoption family.  My mom swears I went to a circus when I was younger, but I don't remember it.  In any case, I was thoroughly entertained by the show and Hannah...well Hannah liked the snack bar a lot and was mildly impressed with the actual performance.  Half way through she said "go away, bye bye Mamoo" and sweetly put on her coat and handed me my purse, but luckily the midgets riding motorcycles paraded out just then and that placated her for a while.  It was a fun day on top of a very busy weekend ~ Friday night was the fish fry at church for the start of Lent.  The priest calls himself the Codfather and his helpers are the Sole Men :-). I had planned on giving up facebook, but decided instead to give up texting. We'll see how it goes.
 
On the adoption front, there is a new facebook page called the Real Face of Special Needs Adoption.  If your heart needs a lift, check out this page filled with stories of beautiful children and family.  One of the topics on the page that I really like is the question,

What do you want people to know about your child with special needs? (I paraphrased that to use person-first language).  Here are some of my favorite responses


That his special need does not define him. He is the same as everyone else; he is different as is everyone. He is special, and not just because of his need. You are special, too.


That the only limitations my guys have are those put on them by others.


Yes, we knew they had special needs before we adopted them. No, they were not second choices, we did not settle for them - they are perfect in every way and we are lucky to have them in our lives.


That my kids needing a family was really their greatest special need.

I am staying busy working on my newest volunteer project, The Passport to Forever event benefiting the Int'l Adoption Center at Cincinnati Children's Hospital. After I posted about this the last time, a few people emailed me asking why we are raising this money.  As many of you know, the IAC in Cincinnati s the MOST comprehensive program of it's type in the entire United States.  Although they are affiliated with the hospital, they are entirely self sustaining and non-profit. Although they charge for some services, many of their support groups, educational programming, and parenting classes are free. With adoptions in the US declining rapidly, events like Passport to Forever help the center stay afloat and continue to provide desperately needed services to adoptive families.  I am helping with the Silent Auction and our goal is $10,000. We are currently looking for hostess items (Pampered Chef, Thirty-One, Silpada, etc), theme baskets (i.e. holiday, sports teams, picnic, etc) and of course items from birth countries.  If anyone would like to help with a committee, donate products or services, or even just attend the event, please email me.      


Hannah Update

Happy, Healthy, Wonderful!!  At twenty months, her favorite books are Miss Spider, Go Dog Go, Clifford the Big Red Dog, and the Sandra Boynton books.  Her favorite foods are spaghetti, ice cream, pizza, and fruit snacks.  She loves to swim, play with her kitchen, and do puzzles.  She can identify all shapes, colors, animals, and almost every letter and it's sound, she is starting to count, has a rapidly growing vocabulary (her favorite phrases are "More ____ please" "No! My _____" and "Hannie big Girl."  She probably has over 200 words but I haven't counted.  She is starting to copy basic shapes on paper (just line up/down ,circle, etc). 99.999% of the time she is smiling, laughing, chatty, and generally wonderful.  However, this weekend, I accidentally stumbled upon the one thing that sends her into a fit of rage.  I tried to hold another baby.  My neighbor and friend Jenny had a little girl last week, and I made the mistake of attempting to hold her in Hannie's presence.  No dice. She wouldn't let me anywhere near her, but I took a pic of Nana holding the baby and Hannie.  One of the few pics and times in which I have seen her genuinely distressed.
I think her reaction was pretty normal for her age, but it does concern me for the future if I would chose to have to adopt another child. Oh well, as the old saying goes, we will cross that bridge when we come to it. We have a busy month ahead, and the key word is PLANNING.  Planning an EPIC Easter Party, planning summer vacations and a possible "dirty 30" trip to Germany this fall, and planning on enjoying every minute of it!  If I don't blog before then, ""Hoppy Easter" everyone! ~Erin
PS Check out my video of Hannie's words of wisdom from inside the spice drawer!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Twenty Nine-ish

And so it begins.


This is the year that all my friends begin to turn the big 3-0.  One by one, the "dirty 30" surprise party invitations have arrived in the mail.  Last weekend it was my friend Brent's turn.  A party was set up for the purposes of loving humiliation by his well-meaning parents, complete with a party hats and a giant clock with his face on it that read "Man of the Hour." Ouch.

This past weekend was my friend Davy's big day.  Davy is an old college buddy, he married my friend Ashley a few years ago, I was the Maid of Honor in their wedding.  The party was a reunion of sorts, for the old Miami University gang.  Our lives have taken us in many directions (literally and figuratively), and it was great to see everyone, to reminisce, to catch up.  I am amazed that we 20-somethings who spent literally days at a time playing beer pong and eating Top Ramen noodles have somehow transformed into productive, successful grown-ups.  After the party ended, they all headed to downtown Cincinnati in a gigantic stretch limo to continue the night of partying and general debauchery.  I took some good natured ribbing for not coming along, and, two years ago, I wouldn't have missed it for the world. The reality was not lost on me, that, had I not had a child (I am pretty much the only one with a little one at this point), this could have been my life every weekend.  The pub crawls, peaceful mornings sleeping in, simple, affordable trips to mall without stops at Gymboree and Playland.  Truth be told, I felt a tennsy, tinesy twinge of jealousy.  But I didn't make that choice.  I chose a different path; a messy, chaotic, noisy, stressful, beautiful path; and I wouldn't have it any other way.



It's not the life I thought I would have.  It's a thousand times better.

Hannah/Mom Update

My best-friend-since-we-were-babies Elizabeth (who traveled with me to Kaz) has been living and working in India for the past 6 months and she came home for a visit this week before relocating for the next two years to Afghanistan.  It was wonderful to see her (we MISS her SO much) and she got to see how much Hannie has grown up since this summer.  On the one year anniversary of the day I went to court in Kaz, we went to dinner with our friend Joe, who we met in Kaz and is now living in Cincy post-peace corps.  It was a fun night reminiscing about all our fun nights in Shymkent.

Hannah is going through a stage right now (which, I am told by my mommy friends lasts well into adolescence) where "No" means "Wait 8 Seconds and Ask Mommy Again."  It is really true what they say, you spend the first year of your life teaching them to walk and talk and the next 17 years teaching them to sit down and be quiet!  And whoever coined the phrase "I hope someday you have one just like you"  well, I'd like to meet.

I had a "I'm doing a good job" Mommy moment the other day as well. We have been working hard on the concept of sharing.  Although we try to get together with friends, Hannie isn't really around many kids her age on a regular basis.  The other day, her friend Mei dropped her sticker at Chick Fil A.  Hannie willingly and unprompted gave her one of her stickers!  That's my girl!

Some sad news is that Kazakhstan continues to be closed to adoptions.  It hurts my heart to think about all those beautiful children who will never find their forever families. These children did not ask for the lives they were given.  Please pray that the bureaucratic issues are resolved quickly.

Pictures below are of Hannie Herman, 1st Gotcha Day 3/5/11.

                  80,000 orphans in Kazakhstan alone.  143 million worldwide.  Minus one.  



Micah 6:8 "Act Justly, Love Mercy, Walk Humbly"

Saturday, February 19, 2011

On We Grow!

With Isabella and Emily
Just hangin with Mommy
Painting with Popsicle Sticks
Art Class ~ Making her own Kandinsky
Riding the dog
Baking Cookies on the boys' snow day

It's hard to believe Hannie and I are starting to celebrate our "2nd" year of milestones together, but it's true.  February 9th was officially our Meetcha Day!    It's been over a year since Elizabeth and I arrived in Kazakhstan and took that snowy overnight train ride through the countryside from Almaty to Shymkent.  Over a year since I wrote on Facebook "The Daughter Who Was Born In My Heart Is Now  In My Arms."  Now, one year later as I write this post, I still feel so humbled and blessed every day to have her in my life.  The tiny, quiet six month old with an engaging spirit who could barely sit up, is now a bona fide daredevil, running around the house, jumping on the bed, getting into anything and everything she can!  Hannah, is, without a doubt, right where she belongs.  If it is not a testament to God's grace, I don't know what is!   Thank you all of those who supported us on our way to our "happily ever after" and thank you most to Hannah's birthmom, the brave, selfless woman who chose LIFE and in doing so gave me my most precious gift.

On We Grow....

  We had our second Valentine's Day together and spent it with friends at a Valentine Tea benefit fundraiser for Children's Hospital.  It was a wonderful event!  The kid-friendly lunch buffet was delicious (my child LOST HER MIND at the Hot Chocolate Depot and Sundae Station), and Hannie enjoyed being in her first Fashion Show!  She was a little too young for the Glam Station (where you could get your hair and nails done), but she LOVED the Sweet Shoppe, where you could fill a Valentine box with literally every kind of candy and sweet imaginable.  I even won a Gucci watch in the raffle!  So yes, a fabulous time was had by all.  In other news, she is no longer receiving any services from Early Intervention, as she is all caught up with her gross motor skills.  With that out of the way, we have plenty of time for new activities, and this week Hannie attended her first toddler art class (Young At Art) at the Museum Center and really got into it.  She loves crafts! 

Because I don't have enough on my plate, I volunteered to chair a committee for the Passport To Forever event, an annual dinner, auction and children’s fashion show benefiting The International Adoption Center at Cincinnati Children’s Hospital Medical Center.  It will be a lot of work, but it's all good.  Sleep is over rated.

A year has come and gone!  It's funny to think Hannah has now lived HERE longer than she lived THERE.  All the paper chases, the teleconferences, the waiting, the travel and baby preparation is behind us.  It's been quite a year, and experience I never want to forget...well...maybe I could forget the paperwork!

Off to bigger and better adventures! XOXO Erin and Hannie

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Battle Hymn of the Kaz Mom

First of all, thank you all for all the nice comments and emails on my last blog entry. Blogging is a great creative outlet for me.  It fuses three of the things I like best -- writing, photography, and bragging about my daughter!  I am however, for various reasons, planning to take my blog private again, so if you want an invite, let me know.  Also, if anyone knows how to get blogger to allow more than 100 readers, please shoot me a message. Now, on to the regularly scheduled programming...  

Today is one year to the day that I boarded the plane to Kazakhstan, and Wednesday is officially our "Meetcha Day"  One year ago, my name changed from Erin to "Mommy" and when people found out I was adopting a baby, one of the most popular questions was:
Do you want a boy or a little girl???
When I told people it did not matter to me, mostly they nodded knowingly.
"As long as it's healthy, right?"  Was the most common response.  The shock came when I said that didn't matter either.

No,I "responded. "I just want my baby.  If he or she is healthy, that will be great.  If not, that will be okay with me too. "  
  
 On my home study, I didn't request a gender, and I kept my age range broad.  For various reasons, most people who adopt internationally request girls, so, knowing that I did not request a gender (and this was back when you could request a gender), I prepared for a toddler boy.  I bought boy clothes.  I painted a room in boy colors.  I learned the names of Thomas and all his Train Friends.  I mentally prepared for a lifetime of monster truck rallies and wrestling camps.  And then, on a cold day in January, I heard those magical, life-changing words.  Girl.  Baby Girl.  To say I was shocked was an understatement.  A girl seemed like such an impossibility.  Even after I saw her picture, it didn't quite seem real. Even as we boarded the plane, bags packed with pink blankets and hair bows, I didn't quite believe it.  And then they placed her in my arms.  And everything changed in an instant.  I remember thinking, this is all a dream, because this much happiness isn't humanely possible.  I remember the euphoric, all-encompassing, deep to the bottom of the soul feeling of rightness.
"This is MY daughter. SHE's the one."
And the rest, as they say, is history.  But actually getting her was the easy part. Raising her, it seems, will be infinitely more tricky.  Lately, I have been reading a slew of parenting books, all preaching different messages, about the best way to raise our children.  Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mom promotes strict, uncompromising values and discipline in order to raise "sucessful" children.  Cinderella Ate My Daughter tells us to fear Disney Princesses and speaks of the insidiousness of the girlie girl culture.   They both make valid points.  After reading them, I was inspired to make a list for my own daughter, of things I have learned, and advice I can give.    

Here is what I have to offer:

1.  Travel the world. Don't be afraid to get lost, and keep a journal when you do so.  Live wherever your heart leads you to.  Your environment is vital to your well being.  Don't overpack. If you can't carry it, you probably don't need it.  Learn to appreciate the differences between cultures, and see how, in the end, we are all the same.

2.  Practice the art of altruism.  Give charitably, generously, and anonymously. Volunteer on behalf of others, and don't just give money.  Give your time, your attention, and your heart too. To those whom much is given, much is expected.

3.  Keep in touch with your family and old friends.  Visit, write, and call, even when it's expensive and inconvenient.   Remember, the roots are the strongest part of a tree.
  
4.  Know that children are a blessing, but remember that having children is like getting a tattoo on your face. You need to be really certain it is what you want to do before you commit.

5.  Right now you are very curious, inventive toddler. Don't ever lose that.  It's okay to color outside the lines.  Poetry doesn't have to rhyme.  Rules are meant to be broken.

6.  Don't marry someone you can live with, marry the person you cannot live without.  Remember that love is the closest thing we have to magic.  When it comes to men who are romantically interested in you, just ignore everything they say and only pay attention to what they do. Never let someone break your heart twice.
 
7. Be polite and grateful.  Handwrite thank you notes. Show gratitude when someone takes the time to do something nice for you, and treat others the way you would like to be treated.   When you eat the fruit, remember the person who planted the tree.

8. Don't be afraid to be smart.  Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.  Read anything and everything you can.  Never stop learning and help others do the same.  Remember that a quality education has the power to transform societies in a single generation.

9.  Find your passion and make it your career.  Don't worry about salary.  Do what you love, and the money will come. No one's headstone ever read: Had lots of money in the bank.

10.  Laugh often and much.  Enjoy your life without comparing it to that of others. It is enough for you to know that you are good, without examining whether others are as good as you.

11.  Respect  yourself and your body.  Get in the habit early of exercising and eat right.  Find something that relaxes you.  It is not a waste of time to take a bubble bath, go for a walk, or reread your favorite book.

12. Believe.  In yourself, in God, in the goodness of people. Believe that all things are possible and you can do or be anything you want. 

And most importantly,  remember I love you, unconditionally, no matter what.   


Hannah Update:  One year to the day that I left for Kazakhstan, we had her baptized in the Catholic church.  It was a special, memorable day, filled with family and friends.  Here are some pictures from Hannie's dedication and the party that followed. 















Jeremiah 29:11  For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

Friday, January 28, 2011

It Takes A Village

I wrote this blog for my adoption agency's site, but I thought it was a good message, so I decided to re post. Pictures and Hannie updates are at the bottom!  

John Lennon once famously wrote,
There's Nothing You Can Do That Can't Be Done, All You Need Is Love.

Well, that may have been true for old Lenny, but I am willing to bet he never adopted a baby as a single parent.  Those of us that have been down that road know that, while love is crucial, it isn't all you need.  You have to have energy, education, patience, financial stability, health, and, maybe most importantly of all, a strong support system.
The old African proverb says It Takes A Village To Raise A Child.  Support systems, like villages, come in many shapes and forms.  Some of us depend on sisters, brothers, neighbors and coworkers.  Others rely on our church family and friends.  Still others join cyber-support groups.   When I began my adoption process, I knew I would need to rely on my friends and family to help ease the transition into Single Mamahood, but I had no idea how much I would come to count on my other village, my tight-knit group of Single Adoptive Moms, for support and guidance through the roller coaster of adopting and parenting as a single Mama.

There are 16 (or maybe more) Kaz families in Cincinnati, and many of them have become my close friends.  A group of us originally met three years ago through (where else?) Facebook, finding each other on our agency's fan page.  When we realized we were all in the Cincinnati area, and all adopting babies from the same Central Asian country, we immediately started getting together for weekly lunches.  In those early days, we would sit around nice restaurants, leisurely dawdling over coffee and salads, discussing dossiers and social workers.  Flash forward to present day, where we meet every Sunday at a different kind of restaurant.  It's loud, chaotic, and and not a white table cloth in sight.  Yes, we now meet at a McDonald's Playland, swapping parenting tips and hand me down clothes as we simultaneously kiss boo boos and refill the juice cups of our three beautiful children.        


 My single adoptive mom friends understand me in a way that others do not.  They understand how physically, emotionally, and financially draining this alternative path to parenting can be. They understand my commitment to my child's cultural education, and my need for her to know and love her birth country.  They have been there for me through the challenging times and through the rewarding ones, too. When I traveled overseas to adopt my daughter, I talked to them almost every day.  From 7500 miles away, they shared my joy, and allayed my fears.

"  What if she doesn't ever feel like my daughter?"    I worried. "
 " She will."  they insisted.
  
And of course, we all laughed knowingly over Skype, when, just hours later, I danced joyfully around my apartment with my daughter in my arms, whistling "Yes Sir, That's My Baby."   Because of course, she was.

  Being a single mom is hard.  We are given TWO biological parents for a reason.  Someone to drive, someone to navigate.  Someone to cook, and someone to do the dishes.  Still, most of the time, everything goes according to plan.  It is possible to independently juggle a job, a child, a house, etc. and not feel overwhelmed and exhausted.  I even make it to the gym every once and a while. But then there are those days when I oversleep and the car doors are frozen shut and the dog is sick and the baby is teething.  It is on those days that I reach for the phone and call my village.  And they are there, without judgment or hesitation, validating me and supporting me as I navigate the I'm Not Super Mom Guilt Complex that inevitably comes with single parenting.  My support system of friends has also helped me see the advantages of single parenting.  As my single-adoptive-mom friend E famously says,

"Yes, single parenting is hard, but I like that I don't have to constantly compromise with someone else on all the parenting decisions.  If I decide its stay-in-our-pajamas-eat-cupcakes-and-watch-cartoons Day, who is gonna stop me?!"


  A valid point, but also it is important to remember that it is not a sign of her weakness or an indication of failure to reach out for assistance and support.  After all, it was John Lennon who also famously wrote, I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends.  While I love my Single Adoptive Mom friends, we don't agree on everything.  One of us is religious, the others are not.  One of us doesn't let her child watch any TV, I've been known to let my 18 month old watch a minute or two of The Bachelor (please don't tell my social worker).  But we do agree on one thing.  Being a single parent is the toughest job we have ever loved, we wouldn't have it any other way.

Hannah Update















 She had her 18mos well child visit with her pediatrician, and she grew another inch and a half and gained a pound in a month.  My dad is so excited that she is so tall, he is already planning basketball drills and dreaming of her in Xavier blue.  This month she also started identifying letters and letter sounds.  She can do about 6 of them (I took video, will post soon), I am continually amazed by how easily she soaks up information.  We are also going to work on counting, since she has a number book she is showing some interest in.  We had a great time on a recent trip to the Great Wolf Lodge indoor water park hotel. She loves being in the water, which is very good because we have a pool.  We had a lot of fun, Hannie loved the pools, the merry go round, the Cub Club (a giant kids play area), the giant Animatronic Tree (they put on a show each night, where snow and bubbles falls from the ceiling), but quite honestly her favorite thing was the luggage cart!  We saw a famous person there with her kids as well!!  Here are the pics above.