Thursday, March 31, 2011

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Funny occurence today.

What do you get when you have six people sitting around a table and one them is Mia?

The answer: lots and LOTS of laughs...

This afternoon Joe and I were teasing one another over tea. I said something altogether witty and amusing [haha more like impertinent and sarcastic :)] and like any silbing with an ounce of backbone, he good-naturedly flicked my wrist. Well, little Miss Mia found that quite offensive apparently. And flailing the "all done" sign with her hands [basically jazz hands], she proceded to tell Joseph he should not *flick* my wrist and that *flicking* was ALL DONE!!! *flick* *flick* "NO! NO!" We nearly split a gut laughing. If you could have only seen the gravity of her expression as she composedly flicked my wrist to illustrate her point! Too funny! Once we were able to breathe again, Joseph apologized. But then to top it all off, Mia charaded that if he had to flick someone, he could flick Nicholas (aka "Lek-los")! I suppose after all he's a boy and can take it. :)

Yes, today was filled with quite a lot of laughter. The first thing Mia did this morning was pull my hair over my lips! LOL You've never met anyone who's wanted long hair as badly as she does. :)

I marvel sometimes at just how perfect a fit she is for our family. And I mean perfect! She's complements each of us so well. Down to the last detail. No one but God could have orchestrated so awesome a match. And to think I almost missed out on it all...

A lot of people find this hard to believe, but I wasn't always excited about our adoption. In fact, when the possibility first arose, I was angry, indifferent, even resentful that God would call us to something so dynamically disruptive. Believe me, I told Him so. :) I loved my family as it was. I didn't want it to change. But slowly, the Lord began to soften my heart. I remember one circumstance in particular which my mom asked me to write down. This was a few months after the Lord had called us to begin the adoption process and name the future member of our family "Mia." Here it is, dating back to spring 2009:

I was bored. This class just seemed to go on and on with no end. Who cared if I threw the discus incorrectly? I couldn’t get it to “fly” straight anyway. I was bored, hot, sweaty, and trying not to show it.

But since it wasn’t my turn to throw, I plopped down on the grass and endeavored make daisy chains. I was almost done when coach called us into a huddle. That’s when I saw her. She was standing there so prettily, with an eager expectancy I would not ignore. As I began to approach her, she threw her little arms out to welcome me. I remember thinking something like, “Gosh, she must really like me.” She did. She practically threw herself on me.

“Can you make me one,” she said, pointing to the daisy chain I held in my hand.
“No, but I’ll give you this one,” I replied, tying the chain around her neck.
When I finished, she turned and hugged me tightly. I remember feeling puzzled by her behavior. After all, we had never spoken; I had never even made eye contact with her, for crying out loud! Why should a little Chinese girl “adopt” me now?

No sooner did that thought cross my mind that I began to feel sick. Yet it was a good kind of sick, the kind which made me think, “Okay Lord, I know enough about You to see that You’re in this.” So I just gave up then, and let this little girl have free reign.

It was rather easy as she was such an adorable doll. I sat down next to her and initiated a conversation while she hugged my knee.

“What’s your name,” I asked.
“Maelyn. What yours?”
“Talia. How old are you, Maelyn?”
“Five.” And she held up her fingers to show me.
“Yeah? What do you like to do?”
Maelyn thought for a moment and then replied: “I like to jump and bounce on the trampoline and jump into mud puddles.”
I resisted the urge to laugh. “Oh, really?”
"Yeah. Do you like to jump on the trampoline?”
I smiled. “Well, I don’t have a trampoline at my house?”
“You don’t?”
“Then what do you like to do?”

Thankfully coach saved me from answering. What was I supposed to tell her? Oh, I like listening to music, shopping, playing piano, sports, and doing lots of “big girl” things you probably haven’t heard about. Right. :)

Coach was moving us to the baseball field. As I got up from the ground and began walking, I made sure to slow my pace enough for Maelyn to catch up. She clung to my hand.

“I have a sister,” she said randomly.
“You do?”
“What’s her name?”
“Sarah,” was the reply.

Of course this conversation was anything but intruiging. I just kept thinking how much I wanted to shake this little girl off my leg and get on with the class. But the walk to baseball diamond put something in perspective for me. This little girl was adopting me. No. This little Chinese girl was adopting me. And hadn’t I been praying that the Lord would show me a sign? Hadn’t I been praying that He would give me a love for orphans? And then something else struck me as “coincidental.” Maelyn was five. My family had been hoping to adopt a four year old. Why the closeness in age? Why hadn’t Sarah (the older sister) taken to me? Why Maelyn?

I didn’t have any answers to the questions that kept distracting me from the class. I wondered if my mom was watching this whole ordeal and having the same thoughts.

When it was time to leave, both Sarah and Maelyn were sorry to see me go.

“Can’t we play?” asked Maelyn hopefully.
“Make me a daisy chain,” said Sarah.
“No, I’m sorry, I can’t,” I replied and bent down to hug them both.

I felt really stupid as I left. I couldn’t help but feel that I wanted to play with them! This is ridiculous, I told myself. This isn’t like you! You don’t like little kids. You hate noise. Why do you want to play with these two little girls whom you’ve never met and know nothing about?

I think it was God working on my heart. I think seeing a flesh-and-blood little Chinese girl adopt me softened my position towards adopting a sister of my own.

Feeling dizzy and a bit nervous by these events, I waited until we were in the car to tell my mom. She was floored! And we all sat there thinking, “What is the Lord doing?”

And then, Nick spoke up. “Hey Talia, did you see the writing on Maelyn’s shirt?”
“No, why?”
“It said MIA.”

MIA? Mia? Figures....

This was just one miniscule incident of many that confirmed to me that adoption was the right calling for my family. And already I see so much fruit that's come from it. Though it has NOT been easy. Though it has stretched my faith (and nerves) at times to breaking, I thank God for His incredible mercy, blessings, and faithfulness. I know that in comparison to my parents, I have shouldered only a fraction of this burden. But it has been so awesome to see something as wonderful as a family of five bloom into something even more wonderous as a family of six. It helps me better comprehend the love with which God loves us. Perfect. Unconditional. Forever.
That's not to say I'm suddenly an adoption advocate in love with little children, but it does make one think: God's perfect will, though it may veer in a direction other than the one I had planned, may just be the most fulfilling after all. If only I'll just trust and obey...  

Monday, March 28, 2011

Hats with Batteries!

I am faced with a crisis.

I have branched out into a new style of fashion and my family is undecided as to "how it looks." I for one, absolutely love it. My mom and Mia, too. So all the girls...

The boys on the other hand...I've been subjected to a lot of less-than-flattering comments of late. And I really don't see why, but there it is.

In honor of my birthday, my mom took me to JC Penny for a little shopping excursion *celestial choir*! I needed a pair of sunglass, my first pair having been squashed in China, and upon trying different selections, I finally settled on a pair of rose-tinted shades. THEN my mom found an accessory...

That's right. A beautiful, black, glittery, glowing, rhinestone hat! I'm absolutely IN LOVE with it (can you tell?) Which is funny because I've NEVER, EVER been a rhinestone-y type of girl. Just goes to show how things can change...
So this afternoon I was making lunch and my dad (who was telecommuting from home and whom I hadn't seen all day) comes out of the bedroom and says, "Wow." Pause. "Does that hat come with batteries?"

I was insulted to the nth degree!!!

So I tossed my head, turned up my nose, and returned, "I don't care a snit what you say." (Side note: Not being disrepectful. Just a quote from Anne of Avonlea that my family repeats to one another in just such circumstances as these.)

Dad: "It's so very...subtle."
Me: "I like it."
Dad: "Of course, it's so very...very um...silver..."
Nick, chiming in: "It's...interesting."

All I can say is, men's taste in clothing is not what it should be. :) Regardless, I am KEEPING the hat and yes, I intend to wear it out in public! Okay, so it's a little loud. I prefer to think of it as peppy and cheerful. :) And if ever I get lost, I can use it to reflect the sunlight. So it's a two-in-one feature that saves me the trouble of buying a GPS and a homing beacon. Now what guy can argue with that? :)

Friday, March 25, 2011

Back from the Dead & Defying Gravity!

Wow, what a whirlwind of week this has been! I feel like I've just come off of a giant roller coaster still reeling from the momentum--and my head is spinning. So much has happened, I hardly know how to string it together.

To give you an idea....

Monday- Woke up at with the sorest throat in the history of mankind. By 9:30am, it had turned into a full-fledged 102 degree fever, so off I went to bed and stayed there for the remainder of a very miserable day/night.

Tuesday-Woke up again with a 102 degree fever. More Niquil. Cold sweats. Naseau. Headaches. Chills. With the help of meds, I managed to study a bit for a History midterm scheduled for Thursday. E-mailed my professor begging for an extension...
I just have to say something before I continue any further. You know, there are some people in the world who look great when they're sick. They're like the beautiful-criers. No red noses, no puffy eyes--just the slightest blush on their eye lids and stainless pearls gliding down their cheeks. I am so NOT one of those people. When I cry, my face swells to double its size, my nose flares bright red, and my eyes shrink to the size of almonds. When I'm sick...oh, gosh. On top of having cotton mouth, ratty hair and pale-as-death skin...yeah, we won't go there. :) Suffice it to say, I look something like the hag in those old movies. lol :)

To continue...

Wednesday-Still feeling icky, but eating more and vertical. Prof gives the okay for an extension. Hallelujah!  I cringe to think what my grade might have been otherwise. How can a person concentrate with her brain all stopped up with congestion? :)

Thursday-Feeling much better. My mom and I went to go see a wickedly spectaculiscious play!
Yep. WICKED!!!! I LOVED it. The music, the singing, the dancing...Oh, it was everything I hoped it would be and more. And of course I LOVED the excuse to dress up. It bugs me that people go to these events in jeans and t-shirts. Is there no reverence for special occasions anymore? Or is it just a California thing?
Friday-Am experiencing a phenomenon quite unknown to me. I've lost my voice. It began last night at the performance. Now I can't speak, and it's quite annoying. I'm pretty much reduced to whisperings or hoarsely scratching out a word or two. Hopefully I'll be able to talk again before long. Made things rather interesting at a visit to some friends this morning. :)

And on top of all this...

I turned 18!!!! As a very special someone I know put it, I'm now a living, breathing, voting adult! Wahoo! What an awesome day my family gave me. I received so many cards and e-mails wishing me luck and best wishes. I also got some pretty sleek gifts, too. :)
 An iPod touch from my first one ever. Thanks mom and dad!
The illustrious "butterfly necklace" that I've envied for as long as I can remember. Now it's mine thanks to my awesome brother, Nick.
A very special CD from Joe. When I was little, I had a little, white cassette tape with all the major Disney hit songs on it. I would sing and dance and play to them for hours on end. Even now, I still hold that as one of my favorite childhood memories...Now I'll be able to share those memories with Mia and (someday) my own little girl.

I also received a specially-selected polka dot, black and white scarf from Mia. She was NOT happy to give it to me, though. I think she secretely thought it was for her. LOL  

Overall, it was an awesome, crazy, glorious, exhausting week and one that I wouldn't have missed for the world...despite being laid up for almost half of it. :)


Thursday, March 17, 2011

Feelin' Irish...

Happy St. Patricks's Day!!! (And a pinch to those of you who aren't in green!)

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

A Little Somethin' Somethin'...

This is an essay that I just finished for History. We're discussing illegal immigration just now, and I was given the prompt: "If you could assume total authority, how would you facilitate border policy"...or something along those lines. In a nut shell, if I were Queen of the Universe what would I do...ahem, ahem, ahem! *deep breath*

Black and White.

            The question of illegal immigration has existed since the formation of America. After all, this nation was founded by refugees. It seems rather ironic if not unnecessary to protect an immigrant-populated nation from the very set of people who originally founded it. But with crowding urbanization on the rise and the dispersion of domestic businesses abroad, it seems as if alien policy has provoked more discussion of late. Something must be done. It goes without saying that this is a complex subject; one whose ripple effects extend to more than one sphere of American life. Legislation must not only act within the jurisdiction of the Constitution, but also with the objective of bettering foreign relations and the American economy. However, if I could assume absolute power, I would focus my attention on three aspects of border policy: eliminating the incentive, building a wall, and instituting an intense branch of military to deport those who violate the system.
            The United States maintains that anyone born on American soil is automatically granted citizenship. This law however, while promoting humanitarian sentiment, works in direct opposition to American interests. We have plenty of people. We do not have enough jobs, nor a stable economy to support them. It is my belief that we ought to close down our borders entirely in order to focus on eliminating the national debt, strengthening our economy, and winning the war overseas. Illegal aliens, especially Mexicans infiltrating the southern border, use natural-born citizenship as a way in. We need to stifle their incentive, address the crux of the issue. Illegal residency is but a symptom of the larger picture. In the end, removing the low-risk penalization of deportment means more jobs for the law-abiding private sector.
            But while this measure would no doubt dissuade a percentage of illegal crossings, it is vital that we put an end to the issue once and for all. For this reason, I would build a ten foot high cement wall that stretched across the entire southern border— from the Pacific Ocean to the Gulf. This is without question a drastic measure and one that would require billions of dollars to see through to effect. However, this multi-state funded project would result in several advantages. First, it would reestablish the United States as a world power proving that we are indeed a sovereign nation with a say over who enters our country. Second, it would further discourage if not forcibly prevent illegal aliens from penetrating our border. And finally, it would stimulate enough of our stagnant economy to provide jobs for thousands of American workers across the southwest. 
            As facilitator of the land, it is a government’s responsibility to protect its citizens from any threat, foreign or domestic. Illegal aliens pose just such a danger, depleting our nation’s economy of its resources while failing to pay its taxes. The American people have had enough. Therefore, in dealing with the illegal immigrants already within our borders, I would initiate a new branch of military similar to the BP (Border Patrol). Instead of working exclusively along our border line however, this special ops force would be responsible for finding and ultimately deporting anyone who has been illegally at large since 1996. In addition, I would enact legislation requiring DMV’s to validate proof of citizenship before issuing or renewing a driver’s license.
            Many would argue that deporting illegals after they have established a life here in America is a cruel gesture. To my mind, it is not a gesture but justice. I have nothing against immigrants themselves, nor any of the ethnic groups that comprise these United States. I do take offense to those who feel entitled to this country’s rights without having first played by its rules. If someone wants to live in the United States, I believe he or she should have the freedom to do so. That is their right, and I think it is a mark of American greatness that people would yearn to live here. But they must follow procedure. They must apply and wait their turn like everyone else. If not, they should be automatically subject to the full measure of the law. No exceptions. No gray areas. Though the law may be merciless, the law must prevail, for the good of the people…for the good of this Union.
            It’s that black and white.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Monday Musings.


How I used to anticipate the day I could add one more candle to my cake. First it was double digits, then the big one three, then sweet 16, now 18...(almost)

I feel like my life is on one monstrosity of a timer, and all the world is waiting for the clock to strike midnight. Everyone but me. Perhaps I'm feeling older than I ought.  I really did hope  these emotions wouldn't plague me until 25/30. But right now I have a very keen sense that something precious is slipping from my grasp. And try as I might, I'll never, ever be able to get it back again.

My childhood.

To think it'll all be over "officially" in a mere couple of days. That's not to say I'll change my jeans for a business suit any time soon, but it is nonetheless a sobering thought. The fact I even need to think about getting a job is foreign. Aren't I still the little girl who wore mismatching socks to park day? Who sat up in her favorite tree pretending to be Alice? Who raced her brothers every morning to turn on the Christmas tree lights?

Aren't I the same dare-devil girl who nearly killed herself running on top of monkey bars, playing soccer, and guzzling hot sauce competitions? lol

Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. All I know is that life is about to become very different. I'll get a job, buy a car, finish school, get another job...If I can somehow squeeze in all my ambitions before 30 it will be a miracle! :)

I can't believe that people can and do get married at my age. Crazy! In all honesty, I'm not even ready to begin my life as a single let alone share it with someone else! Can't I just be selfish for a few years? LOL Besides, what do I know of being "grown up?" Of checking accounts and paying taxes and bills and the like. Sometimes I feel like just as much of an infant now as I did twelve years ago. More so even. Because life is so much more complicated. So much more--demanding than it used to be. There are people to interface with, things to pursue, deadlines to meet, relationships to discourage or maintain. We have a joke in our family called "Shwoot me now!" from the Bugs Bunny cartoon.

I like to say it to myself when I'm angry or under a lot of pressure. That and "My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes." (Anne of Green Gables) Yeah, so I'm morbid and these lines are strangely a twisted sort of way. :)

I can't help feeling that something big is lying around the corner, something bigger than I could have ever imagined, and yet despite this forewarning, I'm going to be taken by complete surprise. I hate that. It's like the the monster in those boogie man movies. You know he's in the room. You know he's out to get you. And you know you'll have to confront him sooner of later. It's just a question of of when...

Most of the time, I'd rather have it over with sooner than later. But not now. This time, I just want to hold on to those memories. Hold on to that innocence. That naiveté. I want to wake up next week and feel as giddy as I did the day of my 10th birthday. 

But I know that won't happen.

Like Wendy Darling, it's time to move on out of the nursery and into a room of my own.

Or rather, a world of my own. Where I'm de boss. No, not even the boss 'cause God is that. Maybe just the XO.

I don't know how I'll feel come birthday morning. Probably much the same as I feel today. But I'll be another year older, another year stronger, and hopefully another year wiser. There is some consolation in that.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Once Upon a Time...

 In a faraway land, there lived a romantic young maiden who disliked happy endings. 

She abhorred them to such degree in fact, that whenever she read a book or watched a movie, she prayed earnestly for the death of the heroine. Her friends scoffed at this candid confession. To their minds, death and torment do not equivocate romance. But the taunted maiden would not give way to their persuadings. One day, as she sat savoring the scene of a rejected suitor, her adversaries threw open the door, seized the book from her hands, and dragged her away to a distant castle, where they locked her up in a tower and left her to rot in misery and utter wretchedness. There she spent many years, dreaming of freedom and the chance of returning to ordinary life. But it never came, and she died, tortured and alone, until her skeleton turned to dust and was remembered no more. The End

WARNING: This post may contain unsettling content. Author is not liable for readers' reactions including, but not limited to, nausea, post traumatic shock, psychological damage, and post-requisite depression. Author's views not subject to debate. :)

So the time has come to blog about my second life rule. The first, you'll remember, applied to PDA-ing.This next one has to do with that infernal, six-word phrase "and they lived happily ever after." 

Happily ever after. What does that even mean exactly? I've never been able to figure it out. It's not like anyone goes on being happy all the time...sometimes you actually get--"angry!" :)

Just look at Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. They fought like cats and dogs before getting married, but now that they've exchanged vows suddenly they live "happily ever after?" Give me a break!  The reason happiness is so esteemed and valued is because we all appreciate what it's like to be mad/distrought.

But unrealism aside, happy endings are plain boring. It's just him and her gazing into each others eyes and professing a bunch of flowery "I love yous" as they ride off into the sunset. Is that really the best we can do?
How 'bout endings that give you something to chew on? The kind that, once you've finished the last chapter, make your head swim with the endless "what ifs." 
It's the almost-but-not-quite aspect of tragedies that  in my opinion, makes them so appealing. That and the fact that I like an excuse to cry now and again. :) lol
Psychoanalysis would say that my 98% perfect childhood has created a liking for not-so-perfect endings. Call it a case of one too many Disney princess movies. No, no, no! If one of the key characters isn't dead before the credits scroll, it's not a good movie/book. I'll tell you what. Cinderella should've died in a pumpkin-carriage wreck, Sleeping Beauty should've never awakened, and Ariel should've remained a mermaid. That's romantic! Spending a lifetime pining for happiness just beyond one's reach.
Now before I continue any further, I will say that I DON'T enjoy sad-ending stories in real life. Of course, I want myself and everyone I know to be happy. But if we're talking  fiction, then hey someone might as well spend the rest of eternity in the Bastille. :) 
I know. Heartless. But isn't that what writers are supposed to be? I mean, how else do they become great? Think of the Bronte sisters and Victor Hugo. All of their stories are pretty tragic.  And yet they are some of the most beloved literary figures of all time.
Nope. In my humble opinion, happy endings should be tolerated only in small dosages. Leave the castles and glorious sunsets where they belong--in the clouds--and pass the box of kleenex my way. :)

So...that's that.
Is everyone okay? *wink*

P.S. Progress report: was able to run 4.5 miles on Friday. Let's see if I can keep that up this week. *fingers crossed*

Monday, March 7, 2011

Crossing the Finish Line!

It came, it came!

Today I received my Gold Medal confirmation in the mail! Yes! After 2 months of waiting, 5 years of work, and 900+ hours of volunteerwork, personal development, physical fitness training, and expedition combined, I can finally kiss my record book goodbye! Forever--until eternity and a day. :)

My goodness, what a time-consuming ordeal that was...I never thought I'd finish. I could cry. So glad I did it, but man, SO glad it's over!

Washington D.C. here I come!

Friday, March 4, 2011

Today's 11th Hour Miracle

God's ways are not our ways.

He doesn't take the obvious route or orchestrate the plan we think is best. To borrow the parallelism of C.S. Lewis' Narnia, "He's not a tame lion."

But He is always good, as today's events have testified.

We have been waiting over a week to receive Mia's hearing aids. Knowing they were to arrive yesterday, my mom scheduled an audiologist appointment for this morning at 10:15am. We were so excited! There's no way to put into words how anxiously we've awaited the day Mia would be able to hear (and therefore speak English).

Well, inevitably the hearing aids didn't arrive...

In fact, due to delay or what have you, they weren't due to arrive until sometime today.

Now usually FedEx delivers parcels to our door before 10am, but it isn't rare for them to swing by late in the afternoon.

All this morning, we've been praying. "Lord, please let the hearing aids come before Mia's appointment. Please get them here on time!"

9:45 this morning, they still hadn't arrived. My mom needed to leave in 15 minutes.

I was in the kitchen preparing dessert for tonight. Five minutes went by. Ten minutes. My mom gathered her purse, opened the garage door, and went to strap Mia into her car seat.

And what do ya know--the delivery truck pulled up right outside our house.

I looked at the clock. It as 10am. Right. on. the. money. :)

Needless to say, Mia was squealing with delight. (She's been counting down the days to "ews"! [ears]) As they left, I began thinking that God has a unique sense of humor.

Had those hearing aids come an hour before, a day before, my faith would not have been stretched to quite the extent it was. That if God had followed the conventional plan I ordained, today would have been much more boring, not to mention less stressful. Then again, I also would not have  prayed as earnestly as I did. I most certainly would not have written this post. And Mia would not have a "Joshua stone" to reflect upon as she grows older.

Even now, I can hear the Holy Spirit whispering to me. "Talia, I see everything, the big and the small, the important and the insignificant. Trust me."

Oh, that dreadful "t" word. :) It's hard for me to swallow. But everything is a stepping stone. And I'll always be able to look back on this day and remember God's incredible faithfulness...even if it was rather last-minute according to my standards. :)

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Love's Query

Does the sleeping flower dream of life
Beneath the winter’s snow?
Does it recall the rolling green
Of summers long ago?

Can it feel the gentle rush
            Of a warm, caressing wind?
Or is its mind engaged upon
            The ice ‘neath which it’s pinned?

Can love look to the road ahead
            And predict the budding hour,
When spring at last will come again
            To quiet, expectant flowers?

Or is it caught by unawares
            Does winter end in haste?
That flowers bloom in chorus whole
            To right forgotten pace?

Can love be bridled to be tame
            With stirrups, reign, and bit?
Or is it free, like the lark
            To choose its path for it?

Sleeping flowers dream of life
            Beneath the setting sun,
But they’ve no cause for merriment,
            Spring will come as it’s always done.

And so love, too will follow suit
The trend it always will,
The spark of life must first be struck
            And it will sleep until.

©OrchardHouseScribblings 2011

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

I'm Not the Gingerbread Man.

I've decided to blog a bit about my work outs from now on. Figure it will be a great motivator  to get out more. Besides, I need a venue for some accountability, and this is the perfect place to find it. (Now y'all gonna keep tabs on me, right? :) lol)

I've decided that soft biceps no longer agree with me! I used to be pretty faithful about exercising, but ever since my soccer injury in October, I've kinda fallen out of routine. Anyway, as of this week, I'm able to run 3 miles in roughly 27 minutes. I know, I know, not all that impressive. But hey, I wasn't born a runner and it comes very difficultly for me. Unlike my brother, who like the gingerbread man can "run, run, run as fast as he can" for a million miles and never run out of steam. I envy him that. :)


LOL!!! I do get up and move sometimes. :) My goal is break 25 minutes by the end of this week. We'll see how it goes.

For now, I'm DEAD TIRED, carbed-out, and yawning every ten seconds.

This morning I awoke to the sound of my handy-dandy-nifty alarm clock making a joyful noise, and nearly expired of a heart attack. I was in a perfectly dead sleep. And alarm clocks, I've since discovered are never good wake up calls when you're in the middle of lighting a bomb fuse.

Okay, so I have violent dreams. :)

Now my contacts are glued to my eye balls. I've got to go conspire how to get them out. :)

'Till next time,

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Random Reckonings.

So today is March 1st.

I can hardly believe it. It seems like only yesterday we were in China waiting to meet Mia, and here we've had her for almost three months now! Yowsa! Time sure does fly.

Went to the park again today. Just Mia and me. She loves picking flowers for her Mamma. And it's funny, where my brothers and I used to pick two or three daises each, Mia plucks an entire bouquet. I told my mom, she'd pull up the entire park if I let her. Maybe she'll grow up to be a florist...

Or a gymnast...

Or a hair stylist...

Or maybe something that will take us all by surprise. Let's see, we don't have any lawyers or scientists in the family...:)

Mia's personality has really blossomed of late. As she learns to trust us, as she feels more secure, the more it comes out. She's such a happy, easy-to-please little girl. I'm amazed at her resilience to all that she's been through. The simplest things can make her day.

For example, yesterday morning as I was running on the treadmill outside, Mia suddenly got it into her head to run with me. She did. In place, of course. But it was the most adorable thing  watching her jump all around the kitchen with her bed hair flopping every which way. Probably kept it up for about an 1/8 of a mile. Not bad. I'll make an athlete of her yet! :)

She's also very transparent with her emotions, needs, and desires. She has NO problem telling you what she wants and when she wants it. Like today, when we were getting ready to leave the park, my mom (who joined up with us later) gave Mia a 5 minute warning. "Okay," she said signing 5 fingers, "in five minutes we're going to go bye-bye."

Mia clearly did not want to leave, and shook her head.

Mom: "You don't shake your head at Mamma. You say, 'Yes, Mamma'."

Mia: "Yesee, Mamma." Thinks for a second, then shakes her hand. "No, bank you, Mamma."
("Bank is how she pronounces the word "thank.")

It took everything in me to keep from busting out laughing. I quipped, "At least if you're going to have a defiant child, you might as well have one who's polite." :)

Oh, Mia, Mia, little shadow.

I love how she lights up whenever the boys or I walk into the room. You'd think we were Santa Clause or Disneyland coming to visit her personally, even if it's just to refill our cups of tea.

I love how she has to go around and kiss everybody good night because a hug just doesn't cut it.

I love how she sits beside me at the piano, dying to clunk out a "tune" of her own.

And I love how she shows me the faith of a child, what it means to live and love as if there were no tomorrow.

Thanks, Mia, for being the hilarious, not-even-on-caffeine character that you are!