Seventeen months ago Clay and I were convinced that we were being called to start the adoption process. That set in motion a variety of things. We added a second story to our house, gained another bedroom and got the boys out of Alayna’s bathroom. I brought the big box of board books down from… Read more »
Adoption
“Rudy’s Cup” Friends
We have a tradition at our house. When kids visit, they get a Rudy’s bar-b-que cup with their name on it. This was born partly because we had a bajillion Rudy’s cups leftover from various events, and partly because I hate when someone uses a cup, puts it down, forgets it’s his cup and gets… Read more »
Adopting and Trapezing
Our neighbors recently set up a real-deal trapeze on their property. They did it primarily so their kid’s Boy Scout troop could get their trapeze badge, but they kept it an extra week and shared with the neighbors. After experiencing it all, from cinching the safety belt so tight I thought I might stop breathing,… Read more »
The Honduran White Tent Bat, and a Number
The word “Honduras” jumps out at me these days from the most random places. The other day, I was reading an interview on Cynthia Leitich Smith’s excellent blog Cynsations. Kate Hosford was interviewing author Laura Purdie Salas, as part of her Celebrating Poetry series. One particular answer from the interview really captured my attention. Salas… Read more »
Getting in Line
Who would have thought I’d be so excited about waiting in line? We recently found out we’re #65 on the wait list. It feels real again, after all these months of waiting. We’ve got a spot, and we’re standing on it. It’s been almost a year. On April 7th, 2011, I sent an email to… Read more »
Hope in Cantaloupe
Did we hear that small, still voice wrong? Our type-A selves thought we had it all planned out. We thought we’d be getting our referral by now, and instead we’re waiting on a wait list number. And then I get home from Spring Break and start cleaning out the fridge and we’ve got some cantaloupe… Read more »
Getting Messy
I really don’t like getting messy. Unlike my cousin’s daughter, I hardly touched the cake served to me when I turned a year old. What, no fork? Too messy. I like neat and orderly. Maybe that’s why I like puzzles so much. I love the feel of the right piece clicking into place. Of watching… Read more »
Warning Signs
We’ve come across a lot of funny warning signs in our travels. We came across this pamphlet lying around after a recent remodel. I never realized ranges were so dangerous they required an acronym and a pamphlet to protect people from possible tipping. It got me to thinking about warnings in general, and singing… Read more »
Saying Goodbye
I’ve said two hard goodbyes recently. Last week, we put Benji’s guinea pig to sleep. And as much as I complained about his smell and the way his hay tended to drift out of his cage all the time, I’m going to miss that little Mo. He was my companion when I was clacking away… Read more »
A Bunny and an Angel Head
1,500 homes burned in the Bastrop fires 32,000 acres, charred 250,000,000 in insured losses, the costliest in Texas history 1 bunny that didn’t burn. 1 angel head that survived. Nate and I were able to volunteer with the Austin Disaster Relief Network this past weekend (ADRN), joining a team to help clean the sites of… Read more »
I love sharing stories like Rebeka’s in Her Own Two Feet. That’s what this blog is all about. My stories. Other people’s stories. Writing stories for children. Once upon a time I told the story of our family traveling around the world for nine and a half months. You can find those here at Faces in the Street.
