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Doodle Bug and Marmalade

Lives Written in Pencil

One of my favourite blogs, Harlow's Monkey, brought my attention to this couple-I'm so pleased to learn of them, it gives me hope.

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All Hail the Eye Brow King !!!

LOL-who knew there could be an eyebrow king? Not me, for sure!

The Eyebrow King

After years of faithfully waxing my eyebrows, I've let them grow out. All the way out. Gross. But this guy, Damone Roberts, man after my heart, is on to something. He thinks if your face is too roundy, your brows need to be more angular. I've considered travelling to Beverly Hills or to New York but.....I don't think I can swing it, sooooo I'm gonna settle for these folks and see what happens.

Estetica

Dog Gone It!


For two years now Doodle has been asking for a dog. I've done dogs and I don't want to go there again! Well, I think we've found the answer for the time being. Doodle hitched her little sister up to a dog leash and they are both delighted with the arrangement. Marm woofs and pants, Doodle pets her and takes her everywhere she goes.

Marmalade Is Brave!!

In order for Marmalade to enter preschool a few mornings a week next fall she needs a couple shots :frown: So, I bravely took her and discussed my concerns and objections to revaccinating her as is customary. I mean if kids don't get vaccinated at all, what's the big whoop? Marmalade is a super healthy child but there is the allergy thing-grrrr. I dont' want to aggravate that.

So, me and the doc reached a consensus. Marmalade was getting a pick, mommy was quaking. Checking ears on Doodle was earth shattering, sooooo.....here goes.

She didn't shed a tear and she gave the nurse a high five when she was done.


What a trooper!!!

Congratulations Jen and Dave!!

Jen and Dave are waking up as I type to prepare to meet their new daughter, Ali. Its been two and a half years of trials and waiting but the day is finally here. Hooray!!!

http://journey2ali.blogspot.com/

Shudder and shiver...

"We’re not ready to consider ourselves eligible for marriage until we’ve learned to trust an imperfect individual with our lives. To communicate with a man, which will always be a struggle. To submit to an imperfect man’s “whims” as well as his heavy requirements. To order our lives around another person. To accept the burdens a man places on us cheerfully. To esteem and reverence and adore a man whose faults we can see clearly every day. "

Is there a shuddering emoticon? I cannot fathom how these people defend their choice to segregate their daughters and refrain from formally educating them at any age. How sad! This made me feel as though I just watched the evening news, these young girls are like victims of a natural disaster, gunshot victims or abused children.

Visionary Daughters

Ladies Against Feminism

I will educate my girl children, teach them in a hundred ways how they are strong and pray they choose to follow me in leading a Christ like life. What glory would there be if they chose to be Christians because they knew of no other way and couldn't make their way down another path?

Pfffsssttttt!!!!

No fun and games tonight.

I have screamed, yelled,prayed and pondered-WHY??? Why would God give Keith and I such a yearning to be parents and not give us children? Why take us soooo far through that we were ok with it and then allow it to rain down on us again. Adoption-ok, I can accept that it was his plan but adoption has been an upstream swim, too. It is long, costly and thankless(queried, probed and investigated) We felt bullied at times by the "process".

And then there are the girls :smile: They are soooo much more than I imagined or dreamed. I'm so pleased to have them. Being their mom is the closest I have ever come to absolute contentment.I can't think of anything else I have ever enjoyed as much.

Well, its taken a year of being a mother of two to realize "the reason". I needed to go thru that lengthy drawn out battle so that I would be ok enough with myself alone so that I would be able to deal with their GRIEF. It sucks to watch them cycle through it. Their little bodies seem to have memorized the season of their losses. Doodle has a specific time of year that stinks for her and passes. The first year has passed for Marmalade and she is such a happy and well adjusted kid that its easy to forget that she is sad and has endured loss. In the past few weeks, for the first time, she can express herself clearly enough to convey how much she misses her former life. She likes to talk to me about it at night when I tuck her in and I'm grateful for the dark cuz its hard not to cry as I hear how its been for her. As she has begun opening up to me, her tantruming and raging has ground to a halt.

I really identified with this woman's take on grief and adoption loss.

Grieving

You should read it :wink:

LOL_LOL_LOL!!!!

The girls were just fighting over a treasured chenille scarf. One of them views it as being "hers" and the other was playing with it. When I refused to intervene and return it to the "owner". The owner stormed off to her room and slammed the door. What cracks me up is that the other one then dropped the disputed object and stomped upstairs and locked herself in her room, too.

Yeeeeaaaaah!!!!! I'm lovin this. Off to watch tv :smile:

Rose



A Rose of the Orient

On a loom rests silks threads
In all shades of red's passion and joys of green
A tapestry of nature takes shape of all to be seen.
Stitch by Stitch
Fine, strong, lustrous threads
Dance their colors forth and shades past in mid summers sun.
One woman's creation, another has just begun.
One woman has started and the other takes in hand,
A Rose created and brought to another land,
Illuminated by the sun the petals full unfold,
A mystical treasure of the orient I do hold.
In life is a gift om all that it bestows,
I am Rose
I am Rose
To have and to hold.



Please join us in praying for Marmalade's friends, The Wickershams Their family is undergoing some really tough stuff this week and our prayers could really help.

Ok -we survived but the Aunties called so frequently, I couldn't post again...