Convos With My Two Year Old.

Have you ever watched Convos with my Two Year Old on Youtube? You should subscribe to the channel. It is hilarious and has been providing me with weekly entertainment and belly laughs for years.

It’s gotten to the point, now, with Austin, that I could probably start taping some of my own shows. Here’s a very brief snippet of a recent conversation we had one evening when Austin sees me pulling out pots and pans.

Austin: “I don’t want breakfast.”

Me: “That’s cool. Because we’re having dinner. I’m making pasta.”

Austin: “I don’t want pasta. I want grits.”

Me:“-wait, what..??”

I cannot wait for more of this. He says full sentences, now. “I don’t like those pants, Mama.” His personality is really starting to come forth too, and he is nothing, if not entertaining. I’m sure I’ll have more segments for you soon.

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On Race and Family

I just finished reading this article that was written by a transracial adoptee. I encourage you to read it, whether you are adopting, adopted, a parent, or a child. If you’re a human being, and ever interact with anyone who doesn’t look like you, read it. Of course, I began reading it knowing that we are adopting a kid of a race different than our own…well, at least mostly. But I was surprised at how much resonated with me from my own experiences. Though not an adoptee, I was made up of all kinds of minority, and even in the melting pot that is California, my family stood out in our small town. Not because of our accomplishments, manicured lawns, or jobs, but because of our faces. As a child, I experienced a lot of what this young woman writes about.

Chris and I have talked about this topic many times. With him being a part of the majority, and me being a minority, our experiences and the way we look at things can be very different, whether we realize it or not. And we realize that our kids will deal things unlike what we have dealt with, especially with us adding adoption to our mix.

“Race is on your son’s radar,” I promised him. “Even if you think it’s not an issue for you, it will be for him.”

One thing we all forget to do is remember that people’s perspectives are different, and they are different for a multitude of reasons. I think a lot of times, we try to pretend like race doesn’t matter, and we wonder aloud why people are making such a big deal of it all the time. The truth is that race does matter. And that’s ok. But we have to be aware of it. For parents, that means not being afraid to talk about race issues, even if you don’t know that there is an issue. It means more than just taking your Chinese adopted child out for Chinese food and celebrating Chinese New Year. It means exposing them to people with faces that look like theirs, and while you’re at it, to other races, too- and often. It means facing issues instead of turning a blind eye to them, or making excuses for them. It means being an advocate for your child, as every parent should be. All. The. Time.

and Running, Running…

Ok, y’all. Here’s an update on my running progress as the days bring us closer and closer to the Chosen Marathon for Adoption in October. You may have noticed that I haven’t mentioned running in any of my recent posts, and thought I must have fallen off my training, but it is not so! But before I get to my numbers….

Running has not been what I expected. I have never cared for running. I thought it was boring. Not to mention hard. But I’m seeing it differently, now. Training has been motivating, for sure. Having a goal was what I needed to start this and keep improving. Now that the target is clear, I can keep moving towards it. 

I’ve enjoyed my mornings in the neighborhood. It’s hilly, and probably not the best place for a beginning runner to start, but it’s what I have. I’m going for cost (free!) and convenience, here, and this is the best of those. But it has other perks, too. Running in the ‘hood means I can wave to neighbors I don’t otherwise see, and see things that are happening around us. And I’ve gotten boatloads of encouragement from neighbors who see me out and about. That’s really something! It’s like a cheerleading squad just for me! Ha!

And I’ve had so much time to talk with the Lord on these runs. It’s been amazing. God is my running partner, and  I am learning to listen to Him as we run. Of course, I can pour myself out to Him on these runs, as well, and I do my fair share of that. I am really learning to cast my worries on Him, to start my day with thoughts of Him, and to be able to focus on His presence in my life. I might never give up running just because I don’t want to give up that time.

Last night I did a night run. The weather was glorious. Cool. No humidity. There were crickets and frogs filling the night air with song. And I saw several frogs on my path, too. It was cool, and there is definitely something to be said about running at night. However…. I never used to workout after 7:30 because It would affect how I slept. But yesterday, I didn’t start hitting the pavement until 8:45pm. And last night was my long run. 6 miles. I ran for an hour and fifteen minutes, and warmed up and cooled down on top of that. So, yeah… I was out late, exercising, running more mileage than I have ever done- probably in my entire life. And I ROCKED it. I don’t know if it was the coolness of the air, or just that I’d had th perfect amount of rest, but I jogged pretty much the whole 6 miles. I got a side stitch after the first 1.5miles, and walked for a block and a half, but that was the only time. But, needless to say, I did not get good sleep. I stretched and stretched, drank chamomile tea, and stared at the ceiling. I listened to my hubby breathing (And snoring). THe dog, too. I checked facebook, and then stared at the ceiling. I tossed and turned, sat up and stretched some more. Cracked my back. Laid on my back, side, tummy, side…. and probably found sleep at about 3AM. So, lesson learned: if you’re doing a night run, start earlier and don’t make it your long run of the week. Or longest run ever. 

So according to my TrackRunner App, here are my stats:

Yesterday I ran 6.1 miles in 1 hr, 14 mins

This week, I’ve run 3 times, totalling 13.5 miles and 2 hours and 44 minutes.

In August, so far, I have run 7 times, for a total of 28.2 miles and for 5 hours and 59 minutes.

And since I started tracking, I’ve run 12 times, totalling 43.5 miles in 9 hours and 22 minutes.

Even though I don’t feel like it yet, I think I can say I’m a runner. 🙂 Yes, there have been times when I’ve walked as much as I’ve run. But, I think I’ve gotten to the point where I push through that first bit of exhaustion, and then I can just… keep going. And it’s AMAZING!

So, future child of mine, whoever you are, see how you are already changing me? I am learning to love something I onced loathed, all because I am running for you. Thank you.

Wait Training

Austin just turned one. We threw him a big birthday bash a couple of weekends ago, and I have been yet to give you the details. I will. Promise! But, things have been crazy around here, and I’m taking my time. Please bear with me.

Well, as that milestone approached and passed, we were very often asked if we were ready to have another baby, or what our plans were for having the next. We know a few couples who had their first child around the time Austin was born, and they are pregnant with #2. We have a bunch of soon-to-be first-time parents in our circle of friends, as well. So the baby talk is everywhere. Apparently Chris wants an insta-family, as every time he hears or sees a newborn, he let’s me know that he thinks we should have another – like, now.

I’m not in a rush to get pregnant again. But, if you know me at all, you know that I like to have a plan. Most days, I can give you an hour by hour rundown of what needs to get done, and the best possible way in which to do it. I used to be a pretty go-with-the-flow person, but now, when days are busy, I am a task master. I blame it on having a baby who needs to stick to a schedule, at least a bit. I can’t help it. And if I could, I’d have the future expansion of our family mapped out. I wish it were that simple. Continue reading