Monday, February 22, 2010

Today

So today I lost my first internet friend. I met Tabs in an online infertility support group... probably in 2004? 2005 at the latest. We never met in real life, but we talked A LOT online. She was a fantastic person - funny, smart, and always concerned. She was an ear when I needed someone to listen, she would always pick me up when I was bummed out, and she called bullshit as appropriate. She fought through a ton in her life, and it looks like it was finally too much for her. She'll be missed.

And also, today, Chicago Baby's mom became a friend of a friend on facebook. I am a sick facebook stalker so I obviously clicked on her profile, and her picture is of her, Chicago Baby, and Chicago Baby's dad (who she appears to have married). My only reaction to this? Damn, I'm glad they didn't go through with it - talk about a permanent solution to a temporary problem. I want to message her, but I think that would be over the top stalkerish...

Monday, February 15, 2010

Things we've been talking (and thinking) about lately

So let's start with some heavy adoption talk. Last week, out of the blue, Lily said, "When I was little baby you and Papa weren't there and I was sad." I think this stems from the fact that we have been telling her "story" more recently as she has become obsessed about talking about when she was little. However, I don't remember ever telling her that we weren't there when she was tiny, though it's possible that she overheard us talking about it at some point.

So this led to another rehearsal of the very basics of her adoption story, including the names of her first parents. She then said, "Does Lucy have an M. (M being her firstmom's first initial)?" We told her she did and told her their names and then she said, "And when Lucy was little you weren't there and she was sad?". This got a bit tricky because although their adoption stories are very parallel, this part is very divergent. Lily was alone at the hospital for 9 days with no visitors for the majority of the time. Lucy, on the other hand, had someone with her nearly 24 / 7 in the hospital (either me, PB, her first mom or her first dad). So we had to talk about how Lucy wasn't really alone and we didn't know if she was sad...

Who would've thought we'd be having these conversations at less than 3 years of age?

Then, the next day, Lily said, "We've had Brooklyn for a few while, Mama." And I said that yes, we had. "She doesn't visit her Mama anymore." Nope, she doesn't. "That's sad." Yes, honey it is and we hope that her mom will get better soon and be able to see her.

And that was it. Just an interesting couple of days.

And on a lighter note, some cute things have popped up recently:

"Somebody smells like Bit-O-Honey" - Lily, after I lotioned up Brooklyn with some Carole's daughter Almond Souffle.

"I wanna try that" - Lily, after watching women's moguls
"I wanna try that" - Lily, after watching ice dancing

Lucy has also counted to 10, and knows all her ABC's.

Brooklyn's mom did show up to court, surprisingly enough. She said she would call the c/w that afternoon and set up visits and was even discussing times with me. Then, she never called. C/w finally tracked her down and set up a meeting, which she missed the first time. She showed up the second time so they were ready to restart visits this week, but now no one has been able to reach Mom to tell her when and where visits will be.

Awesome.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

True story....

So last night, I was driving our one car that would actually get us to and from work in the snow (oh Scion, how I love you, how you are totally and completely worthless in any bad weather).

So anyway, I was leaving work last night to go pick up my dear PB. As I got to the end of my alley I saw nasty pile of snow. I tried to stop before hitting it, ended up stopping in the middle of hitting it and stalled my car.

Well that sucks, but it's fixable, right? I tried rocking, didn't work. Got out of the car and tried to kick some snow in front of the tires to give it more traction. Saw that one of the wheels was still spinning and thought, "Shit. I left the car in gear." Tried to jump back in to put it in park and...

the fucking door was locked. Yep. Locked. So my car is stuck in snowbank, in gear, and I'm locked out of it. But this story gets better. You see, I hate to drive with my coat on, so guess what was inside the car? My coat. And guess what was in my coat pocket? My cell phone. And my office keys.

Awesome.

Thanks to some uberhelpful accountants in the building next door, I was able to get a tow truck to come unlock my car and pull me out of the snow drifts. By the way, the cops? Not so helpful. EVEN THOUGH MY CAR WAS IN GEAR AND I WAS LOCKED OUT OF IT, MEANING NO ONE WAS DRIVING IT.

The best part of the story? The grizzled truck driver who came to my rescue, gets out of the car with a Marlboro Red dangling out his mouth, tosses it in the snow, and says, "Man you've really got it buried." Umm, yeah, thanks. After pulling me out, he said, "Now on your receipt I just wrote $60.00 for tow. You can turn it in to your insurance, but don't mention the lock out and getting stuck in the snow. They'll think you're an idiot and won't pay the claim."

He's probably right on both counts. The being an idiot part and the not paying the claim part.