[x] I'm done reading adoption blogs across the web, at least for some time. Today I stumbled upon this gem: "mother's day is for (adoptive) mothers & birthmother's day is for birthmothers", parentheses mine. Now, listen. If you're a first mom and you're down with birthmother's day, have it. To each her own. But the sentence quoted came direct from an *adoptive* mom. I feel like apologizing for the whole gamut of adoptive moms when I hear shit like this. Ugh.

We celebrate Mother's Day. 'Cause, you know, LF's first mom is just that: a mom. Her first mom. The most important person in her life--the woman who brought her into this world. She is not a "birthmother", she is LF's first mother. Or just a mother--how about that? We don't make a huge to-do for Mother's Day at our house (the kids take me out for lunch, make me a card, K. gets me flowers, etc.), but I took and printed some adorable pics of LF in the cutest "little flower" outfit to add to LF's first mom's card. I mean, they are just too sweet, these pictures. I know she will love them. I think I'm sending five, maybe? And I have two that I'm sending LF's first grandma, too--and I know she'll love them as well.

I can't imagine reading adoption blogs as a first mom, I really can't. The amount of arrogance (and maybe even more so disregard) makes me want to chuck my computer out the window. I was a "green" adoptive mom, too. I didn't get it. I get it now. I used to comment (politely but pointedly) on blogs like this, but now I don't even bother. Maybe that's not the right decision, but my blood pressure can only rise so high, you know? I will forever remember a polite-at-the-beginning debate I had with an adoptive mother who accused me of "not loving" LF since I would--sit down for this--*gasp*--"allow" LF to leave with her first mom if she (first mom) requested. You know, for lunch. Or shopping. Or whatever.

I can't talk about this anymore.

Happy Easter.

Okay, so I'll get off my soapbox now...
*climbing down*

[x] Easter was Easterishly nice. Yeah, yeah, yeah...I know Easter is technically today, but we celebrated yesterday since K. is on shift at the firehouse today. I have to admit that I'm freakishly geeked out by the fact that this is the last holiday he will work for the year. I mean, sure this guarantees a mid-year shift transfer, but even still... ;) Today, we have a small celebration, but yesterday was the "big Easter". The kids loved it. All three made out like bandits. LF is quite the fan of plastic eggs, but hardboiled ones? Not so much. Can't say that I blame her. Considering her disdain for eggs and chicken, I have a feeling she might one day join me in the ranks of veg*nism. :) Or maybe she'll develop a taste for it. Whatever. As long as she's eating a reasonably balanced diet, taking a vitamin supplement, getting plenty of fluids, I'm down with basically whatever she--or my other kids--want to do as far as eating is concerned. Bear is the World's Most Selective Eater. It doesn't phase me, really. I'm happy to make what he wants, and he's willing to try almost a bite of anything so *poof* placated mommy. Beauty will devour almost anything you place before her. She loves spicy foods of any variety. (Maybe her first mom had a preference for them during pregnancy?)

But back to Easter. It was really quite fantastic. We colored our eggs on Friday (which was a ton of fun), had a pizza playdate with our awesome neighbors that same evening, rocked out Easter celebrations all day yesterday, and are now decompressing a little. I think LF might've had too much fun as she and I were up together in the middle of the night. She wasn't unhappy, but just awake. She's tired today and I think her teeth are bugging her again, but is still in a reasonably good mood. :) I have a load of laundry to fold, but otherwise, no more "real" house chores to speak of. The older littles are working on a craft project, and I'm sitting with LF as she finishes lunch. :) Not a bad Sunday by any means.

[x] A week from today my (oldest) baby turns FIVE. Five! I still remember this last week of pregnancy back in 2006--I was enormous, miserable, excited, nervous, impatient, overjoyed. I couldn't wait to become a mom. Three kids and almost five years later, I'm still so in love with being a mom. I really can't think of anything better. I'm very lucky indeed. <3

All right, gotta run. I've actually been working on this entry for over an hour now off and on. Such is mom life, you know? But I do love it so... <3

Happy Easter to all of you who celebrate! <3