Taken for a B Ride

I’ve been taken. Taken for a huge ride. I’ve had my eye on this toy (for lack of a better word since it’s not really a toy and not a craft) for awhile. I’ve seen them on tv in commercials and infomercials. The other day as I was leaving a big box drug store with my purchases the toy caught my eye. It was a valuebox and I thought it would provide hours of fun in the airplane to California for my kids, aged 2 and 3.

This toy, lets call them “bendaboos”…

I am trapped this morning in a hotel suite, we are in town for an 80th birthday party and to find a house to move from Wisconsin to So. California. This am I am trapped in the suite with the kids while my partner meets with the mortgage broker. I thought it would be a great time to bust out my new wonder toy for hours of their enjoyment.

I have basically been taken for a huge ride. Bendaboos are nothing more than wax coated string.

Do not fall for this people! Oh and did i mention it is $20 worth of wax coated string? That was played with for all of two minutes and is now a pile of junk on the hotel floor?


Monster Under the Bed?

How can I convince my children there are no monsters under the bed when I find THIS under the bed?

Tissue Monster!


That's a hula hoop injury

That’s the face I saw when I picked Carter up from day care today. He had a run in with one of his little friends hula hoops at day care today. He seemed completely un-phased by it all by the time I got to him. Which is surprising when you have a mama asking you questions like; “Are you ok? Did it hurt? Did you cry? Did you get an ice pack? Do you need an ice pack now? Ohhh, Boomie are you okaayyyyy? My poor baby…”

His reply, “No mama, no ice pack, Carter play.”

Oh yeah, tomorrow is picture day at school…

last time it was picture day was right after Z first started walking and I thought it was a great idea to put her down on the cement sidewalk and say, “Go baby, go! Be FREEEEEEE!” Yeah, she was free alright, free to fall smack dab on her forehead and face and get road rash.

Gotta love having these moments preserved on film.

Temple tour

My how fast the day went….

Got the kids off to day care and then Staci and I headed to the temple for a tour. I had NO idea how expensive it was to join a congregation. They are super nice, the place is beautiful and we feel very comfortable there. I asked how many African American kids there are in the congregation and they mentioned several, and several adoptive families. They also have interfaith couples as well as partnered couples. Now we just have to find a way to fund it. Maybe grandma can pitch in. There is a Purim carnival this weekend that grandma will actually be in town for (Grandma is flying in from California for a week long visit this saturday) it should be fun. We bought our first Kiddush cup and Matzah cover. We have a lot to learn. Now I am the only one in our household without a Hebrew name…I am having flashbacks to when I came out of the closet and started playing on the Lesbian Softball league and was the only one without a nickname.

As we were leaving the temple our friend Kevin called, he was calling for another pep talk as they had an appointment with the Judge for their adoption case today and as we talked I realized we just drove past him. So we drove to his house and chilled with him for a bit, played with their new son, who is getting so big already! I have to admit, I enjoy stopping into my gay male friends homes who now have children and LOVE seeing baby crap all over their homes. I walk in, throw my hands in the air, giggle and say, “I LOVE that YOUR immaculate, well decorated house is trashed!” There is some sort of comfort I take in seeing all of their things shoved to the side, replaced by baby stuff and baskets of clean laundry unfolded in the living room. That NEVER would have happened before the baby.

I then shopped for a few things to make Hamentashen cookies and a Butternut squash lasagna for dinner. I was really concerned while I was making it because it was not coming together easily. The noodles were shifting all over the place, the cheese/butternut mixture did not seem to cover everything it needed to cover. I was just about to lose my mind. Thinking, “Why would I even try this?” BUT it turned out to be really good, and I even tweaked the recipe a bit. Carter decided to have a dinner that consisted of one strawberry and a handful of croutons. His eating drives me crazy. But his growth seems ok according to the Dr. and he is finally starting to grow taller, just out of the blue all his pants are high waters.

Happy to see that the latest set of news making Haitian orphans have been released and are heading home tomorrow. Good news!

The Children’s Court System Blows…


So, Staci takes off of work today, which for a college professor is not easy to do. We pack up our laptops, snacks, etc. and get prepared to hunker down for a long LONG day at Children’s Court, as you never know when you will get called, even though your stuff says 10:00 am. We get there, do some searching for which courtroom we belong in front of, I ask the lovely lady who you know had a crappy job and has to deal with crappy people asking her dumb questions all day long, if we are scheduled in this courtroom. She recalls the name from last week, Yes I tell her, there was a pre-trial last week. She then tells me the Jury Trail was rescheduled for May….MAY! No one told us! This by the way, is the third time court has been rescheduled!

This has it’s advantages and disadvantages.


  • Mom has more time to screw up, miss visits, etc.
  • We don’t have to think about it right now.
  • It will make the 2 year mark closer (children in foster care have to have permanency by 2 years).


  • We want to move to California and cannot do this until Zoe is officially ours.
  • The waiting is painful.
  • Technically gives mom more time to get her crap together.

So  much of me is so angry with this system. I get so angry because it is so painfully close to my heart. I get angry because children are involved. I say to Staci that so much of me wants to wash my hands of this system completely once this is all over…the other part of me feels like I need to stay involved to try to make a difference. What to do?

For now, breathe in…breathe out…repeat…