Hi, I’m Geochick.

Welcome to my blog. What started out as a private blog to document our adoption journey has evolved into my journey through therapy and spiritual awakening. Without our struggles to build a family, I’m not sure I’d be waking up, and for that I’m grateful.

Snow! (baby-centric)

Well, a brief respite from the annoying warm and dry Fall we've been having.  Naturally, this weekend the temps will dip into the 20's (F) when S is hanging lights.   I guess this storm isn't supposed to be long or even snow that much, but at least it's something.   Hopefully we get enough to play in the snow with Baby X a little bit.  Although, it's going to be so cold I'll probably bundle him up like Ralp.hie's brother.

Have I ever mentioned how tall Baby X is?  At his 15 month appointment he jumped from the 75th percentile to the 92nd percentile, and at his 18 month appointment he jumped to the 94th percentile.  I think it's safe to say that he will be more than 6-feet tall at this point.  S and I are 5'7" and 5'3" respectively.  haha on us.  We knew he was going to be tall, but one of the things we didn't really think of until it started happening was how hard that was going to be on us right now.  He's so tall that he reaches a good foot or so onto the dining room table when he stands on his tippy toes.  He can reach all the buttons and knobs on our little cheapo stereo (so fun when he turns the volume up to 20).  He can reach the tops of the kitchen counters and all the knobs on the stove.  Something we didn't think about when remodeling our kitchen was the implication of buying a range with knobs on the front.  Sure, it looks sleek and sexy but when you have to take the knobs off so your kid doesn't burn down the house, it loses a bit of luster. 

I think we've successfully weaned from the pacifier (it's only been a week).  Once he started looking for it every single day and even protested when I took it away during play time, we figured he was getting too attached and needed to nip it in the bud.  It helps that he doesn't get one at day care, so it was already being reinforced that he can fall asleep without it.  A few weeks after the transition to the bed from the crib, we started putting him to bed without it.  It was pretty easy and he doesn't seem to have missed it much, although he now goes to bed with 2 small security blankets, a dog and occasionally a teddy bear from C.  Watching him walk around with all the stuff in his arms is hysterical.  Inevitably something falls to the ground and he has to figure out how pick it up without dropping the other three things.

The weird thing about the pacifier weaning is that this is probably the most emotional transition I've had.  It was the last vestiges of "baby" that we had.  He doesn't even look like a baby anymore, because he's so tall and lean.  I was really bummed to have to break that habit, even though I don't want the orthodontia bills! Well, really, this has been several weeks of transition from the crib to the bed to getting rid of the pacifier.  Lots going on I guess.  It's hard to remember that at this time last year he was crawling and pulling himself up.  Now he's running and talking a mile a minute.

We are considering foster-adopt, but I don't know if I want to miss all the small baby events.  If we go down that path, we will be pretty strict about what we are comfortable taking on, and will likely be considering a toddler rather than older child.  All the issues that arise from being in a situation that prompts foster care aside, I feel like I might miss the newborn/baby phase.  Something to consider I guess.

Oh Crap

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