October 9, 2009

• Do You Know Where You Came From?

  I'm sitting here at the computer laughing so hard!!!!

  Jesse is in the den telling the girls "where they came from" and it's all too funny!!!

  It started with the girls asking, "Do we know for sure that Sushi was born October 15th?"  I told them, "No, she was 12 weeks old when we got her and, counting backwards, that would have made her birth date in  the middle of October - so we chose October 15th."

  Then, Jesse said, "Rissy we aren't sure of your birthday, either."  Rissy paused and said, "You're not?"  Jesse told her, "Nope.  We picked you up off the streets and you looked about 12 weeks old, so we decided to say your birthday was February 27th."  Dead silence.

  Jesse continued, "And, Luci.  She was harder because she was so big.  In fact, she was left somewhere (I don't remember where he said) because she was so heavy her parents couldn't carry such a big baby around, any more.  That's why her nickname used to be "Tonkita" - taken from Tonka toy trucks and all."  (The Tonkita part *IS* true.  She was a HUGE baby.)

  Annamarie, buying the stories (she can't always separate fiction from reality) said, "What about me?"  Jesse told her, "We found you floating down a river in a basket wearing swaddling clothes."  We felt God tell us to raise you and so we took you in."  Annamarie's response was dead silence and probably some confusion.

  That's when Rissy spoke up, "That's not true!  That's not where we came from or how we got our birth dates!"

  Luci chimed in, "Yeah!  We remember our adoption stories and that's not what happened with me!  My mother went to a party and didn't come home and scared her room mate who was babysitting.  Her room mate called the police . . . " 

  Not a good story, but the truth about her!

  Then Rissy said, "Both of my parents were in jail and the nurses protected me in the nursery when I was born.  I came came straight into foster care and they brought me to you."

  Talk about putting a sober kibosh on our fun stories!

  I've always been honest with the girls about their adoptions and given guarded information about their birth parents, when they ask me.  Their parents (all 3 mothers) weren't ABLE to raise them, but every one of their mothers cried while at the hearing where their parental rights were terminated.

  We can joke with our girls because they are secure and know they are loved and we would NEVER send them back!  So, everyone had a good laugh at Jesse's stories this morning . . . even Annamarie, when she remembered where she "REALLY" came from all those years ago!

                

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  I continue to pull warmer clothes from their storage bins.  It always looks worse before it looks better, around here.  Piles of clothes everywhere.  Each stack with it's own definition! 

  "The other Lori":   I feel like I'm in a race with you!!!!

  
  I'm sending the clothes through 10 minutes in the dryer to shake out the wrinkles from the storage bin packing.

                                     
  Lots more bins to go through.  Some clothes can be sent to Nikki for our granddaughter, Jaiden.  There are some nice warm clothes in these boxes that should fit her.

                                 
  No, the sack of pumpkins, squash, and fall flowers are still sitting on the dining room table in the same sacks they were in last week!  And, the same piles of summer clothes are on that table waiting for some of the bins to empty out! 

  I've had a few episodes of nausea this week and a huge back ache yesterday.  I am trying hard to stay up all day (without lying in bed at all) and it was too much for me yesterday.  The nausea experiences were on Monday and Wednesday afternoons and pretty severe.  Both of them hit me out of the blue and required a wet cloth on my head and nausea medication. 

  I'll be so glad when I heal up from all the poking, prodding, and fixing that my body has gone through, this year!

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  Thank you so much for all of the kind comments and messages you have left me regarding my dad.  Sometimes I think about him and my eyes tear up because the reality is slowly sinking in.

  Be Blessed  ~

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