Posts filed under ‘Adoption Blog’
If you happen to have about 45 minutes or so…here’s a truly compelling story from NPR. This isn’t your ordinary baby-switching story. In this piece, in which all major players are interviewed, you will hear about how one of the mothers knew that her baby had been switched, but went along with her husband’s wishes not to make any waves or make the doctor look incompetent. You will really be hooked after about 5 minutes listening to this. So, grab your knitting, or fill your sink with dishes or find something to do while you listen. You’ll need something to do so you can channel your shock and outrage.
There’s a new thing happening thanks to Suzanne over at Straight Down the Mountain. She started this whole idea of families from all over the Bay Area who have or are in-process of adopting from Kyrgyzstan, becoming a group who get together, form community and bonds with each other. YAY! B.A.K.E stands for Bay Area Kyrgyz Entourage. I’m totally a BAKEr. Here’s what happened:
Suzanne’s back yard….FAB
In the hammock
Suzanne, Ivy & Dylan
Suzanne’s Lagman was one of several traditional, central Asian dishes served. One was a dish that I screwed up and it ended up being not the traditional manti but ended up being what I called Kyrgyz nachos. Please, don’t ask. Delicious, yes. Authentic….no. Absolutely no picture was taken of it. I’ll do better next year…
Not that it has been particularly hot here with all the fog we’ve had…but I made a quick and healthy dinner that was worth sharing here. First, there was this wine…I’m not a fan of white zinfandel and don’t know the last time I drank it, but starting a few years ago, we became pretty interested in drinking very dry pinks during the summer months. They go with everything and are generally very affordable (this one was $7.99) and quite refreshing if it’s hot out.
This was so easy. This pasta was a variation on a traditional caprese type of pasta; the kind where you marinate tomatoes, mozzerella, garlic and oil and vinegar. For whatever reason, I completely forgot to buy the basil. So, I improvised with baby spinach. It was really good, especially with hard, grated parmesan to finish the dish with. I apologize for the weird color in this. I served it in my screaming orange bowl that I love.
So, if you want to make this dish for one pound of pasta, marinate the following in your serving bowl:
4 ripe tomatoes, medium size or equivalent amount in smaller sized tomatoes cut into 1/2 inch pieces with as many seeds gone as possible
4-5 oz. fresh mozzerella, cut into 1/2 inch pieces
3-4 cloves of garlic, chopped fine
3 cups fresh baby spinach
1/2 C. extra virgin olive oil
1/4 C. vinegar, balsamic or red wine or a combination…it’s up to you
marinate for about 1/2 hour or more.
After tossing with the steaming pasta, you’ll need to finish with about:
1/2 tsp. salt and some pepper to taste
a healthy sprinkling of parmesan
Drain the pasta and toss it right into the serving dish with the tomato mixture. Serve immediately.
Zannie asked her, “Can I have a hug?”
and she came right over, laid down and gave
her a hug. Then, she just stayed there and it was
quiet for a long time. It was so incredibly sweet and I
don’t think I’ll ever forget this moment.
Me, sometime last year making my famous pilaf. This is more cleavage than I usually post, but I’m living dangerously lately!
This, from the ever-lovely Margie at Third Mom is inviting others to do a one word meme. I edited it a bit to add in my four parents and I hope that was alright to do. So…here goes…
1. Where is your cell phone? Car
2. Your significant other? Snoring
3. Your hair? Auburn
4. Your mother? Gone
5. Your father? Stuck
4a.Other Mother? Hiding
5a. Other Father? Connected
6. Your favorite time of day? Night
7. Your dream last night? Cooking
8. Your favorite drink? Tea
9. Your dream goal? Acceptance
10. The room you’re in? Dining
11. Your ex? Mean
12. Your fear? Loss
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Here
14. What you are not? Lazy
15. Your Favorite meal? Chez Panisse
16. One of your wish list items? Serger
17. The last thing you did? Clean
18. Where you grew up? California
19. What are you wearing? Jeans
20. Your TV is? Stupid
21. Your pets? Fish
22. Your computer? Inviting
23. Your life? Tapestry
24. Your mood? Keen
25. Missing someone? Horribly
26. Your car? Zippy
27. Something you’re not wearing? Tattoo
28. Favorite store? Oilily
29. Your summer? Smoky
30. Your favorite color? Green
31. When is the last time you laughed? Morning
32. When is the last time you cried? Morning
33. Your health? Robust
34. Your children? Heartwarming
35. Your future? Opportunities
36. Your beliefs? Strong
37. Young or old? Pffffft
38. Your image? Changing
39. Your appearance? Momish
40. Would you live your life over again knowing what you know? Yes
Moments after a particularly delicious cupcake
In Target, while coveting rainboots, Izzy is seen sipping steamed milk
I totally just invented this, but I’m excited. Here’s the selling point…sooooooo much easier than NaMoBlahBlah… whatever that thingy is. Anyway, the ideas is that July is for posting pictures. Post one picture a day. No text necessary! Take a picture of your vacation, your breakfast, the sweater you’re knitting, your bathroom renovations, the progress your teeth whitening strips are making, your sunflowers in the garden, the plums you brought home from the farmers’ market,WHATEVER! A picture a day…it’s all we ask.
I fully understand and appreciate that I could have and should have thought of this and promoted it beginning about two weeks ago, but better a tad late than never. So…I’ll kick things off by posting pictures of our Kyrgyz picnic and get-together in San Diego.
Lyudmilla with Izzy!
Judge from Tokmok
Izzy enjoying the teacups at Disneyland
So, tomorrow I’ll be back and see how many of you are doing this!
Mea Culpa. I don’t even know what happened. The last month has just done me in. But, I’m all better now but it’s been a few weeks of house guests, end of school year picnics, family graduations, a new play group and then the big finale was going down to San Diego to meet with the Tokmok orphanage director, our in-country co-ordinator Lyudmilla, the Tokmok judge and Kyrgyz adoption inspector who had come to see how the children who have been adopted are doing. Many families came from near and far which shows the strength and commitment in our Kyrgyz community of children from Tokmok. I met Hillary, Mala and Jackie! The afternoon went by so quickly, but I felt very very glad to see Lyudmilla again. Tatyanna, who is the director of Tokmok orphanage could not believe how big Isabel is. When we left Tokmok a year ago, Isabel was not even 13 lbs at 8 months of age, anemic, not able to turn over, and hypotonia. She was a bit tearful in seeing her. Isabel had been very loved in Tokmok and I think they worried a fair bit about how she was going to fare in a new family and country. There was a lot of picture taking (future post, I promise…really, I’m incredibly lame…I know.) We stayed with Lori, our travel partner who adopted from Tokmok at the same time we did and we took both trips to Kyrgyzstan together. We went to Disneyland in the middle of a heat wave. It was insane. In four hours we ate lunch and went on two rides. We left with our hearts very full.
Ok, so you all threw out a few great topics for me to discuss. And in no particular order…away we go.
Middle age. Oh my…I suppose it is finally here. It’s funny to age isn’t it because for the most part, I feel a lot like my much younger self a lot of the time. I mean, I respond and react differently to most situations but I’m still an insecure teenager inside. I’m looking forward to my 50′s, when I will embrace my inner Ruth Gordon.
Suzanne…you want food? I’ll give you food. It’s totally my calling in life to feed people. I’m happiest when I’m watching someone eat something I cooked, particularly something I’ve baked. What have I been cooking….well, not a whole lot to be honest. But, now that the rest of the summer stretches out before me with little plans other than going to the beach, I’ll be doing my usual farmer’s market schedule of Wednesdays and Saturdays. Summer menus here revolve heavily around tomatoes, basil, stone fruit and a lot of fish. Sunday is the big cooking day around here. For breakfast there are waffles or scones or Art makes Dutch babies, and then there’s light noshing while we do household things. Then, about 4 o’clock Art fires up the grill and we all start cooking. Zannie is taking pride in her budding knife skills. This week she trimmed a massive bunch of broccoli all by herself. I mean, I supervise and teach her while she’s doing it of course, but she’s doing the whole thing. She gets very proud of herself, but tries not to show it.
All the food writing and recipe development I’ve done this year still hasn’t been published. I’m about to do some more and I’m working on getting a column in a new magazine. We’ll see…I think digital media is going to replace many magazines, but I’m still hopeful I can get this gig.
Ok, it’s late but I’m going to leave you with a parenting story that I’m sure will become a family classic for us. Zannie’s front tooth has been loose for weeks. She’s been wiggling and loosening it and eating apples and chewing gum and whatever else she can think of to get it out. Then, tonight I noticed that it had turned grey. The Time Had Come. So, taking a firm stance that the tooth had to come out tonight, we had a circular conversation that went something like this:
Me: It has to come out tonight…
Z: Stop TALKING ABOUT IT!!!!!!!
Me: (trying to stay calm) Honey, you can do it yourself like you did last time, or I can do it but it has to come out now. It’s only hanging by one thread. It’s swinging in there like a door.
Z: NO! NO! I want to do it when it’s dark. I want to do it tomorrow. I want to do it after we do our crafts. I want to just wiggle it for now. Where is the orajel? We can’t do it without the Orajel!! NO! NO! I HATE THE TASTE OF THE ORAJEL!!!! Mama it is NOT coming out, it’s not ready!!!
Me: It has to come out tonight. Let me do it and then it won’t hurt…
Z: NO! NO! You kept talking about it! I was THIS CLOSE to doing it and now I can’t!!!!!!!
Me: Daddy will be there with ice cream right after so that the orajel taste will go away. Mint chip…..you love mint chip…
Z: I don’t like mint chip
Me: Yes you do…you love it.
Z: No I DO NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: What about all the times we’ve had it?
Z: Well, I didn’t like it but I ate it anyway…
Me: (doing all I can not to laugh) well then we’ll think of another thing to make the taste go away…
THREE HOURS LATER…..
Finally, weary with wiggling the tooth and putting up a fight, she said….ok…go ahead mama…and I reached in and hardly touched it and it fell in the palm of my hand. I think she had wiggled the life out of it and actually pushed it into her gums and by the time I got there, it gladly came to me. Zannie started laughing with a slightly disturbing kind of mania with the occasional moment of crying – a schizophrenic kind of coming down from a trauma mixed with the relief that it was All Over. The tooth awaits its capture by the tooth fairy and Zannie got in bed with a slight lisp and a promise that she will never do that again. Then, she announced that her other front tooth was loose now.
I’m not even kidding. It took three hours. She was absolutely exhuasted afterward. But, she was such a sweetie, she even thanked me afterwards. So…that’s all for now, but I will hopefully be posting pictures in the next few days. Ciao.