Tomorrow is a BIG day in our ongoing adoption saga. It is the first visit with foster family after bringing our boy home. We’re having an early birthday party for our soon-to-be 2-year-old with ALL the people who love him best.
We love them too, so it’s no hardship to have them here. But, it’s a big deal too.
I’m not going to lie. It’s awkward. And unnatural. And weird.
I’m not sure what the happy ending is for an event like this. I want him to run into their arms and hug away all the sadness they’ve been feeling. I want him to cling to us and refuse to let go. I want him to be completely unaffected by the whole affair. I want him to express all the angst and emotion that this confusing change must create. I want to interrogate them about every detail of his life and learn all his stories. I want to live only in the here and now, where WE are a part of his story.
So, I’m pretty much a mess about the whole thing. But at least there will be cake. Everything is better with cake.
“I like flaws and feel more comfortable around people who have them. I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”
And now, further proof that he’s a brilliant guy:
“Red hair is great. It’s rare, and therefore superior.”
In honour of my son (who pulled out the racks and climbed INTO the oven this morning) I am going to promote a hilarious blog “written by” the Honest Toddler. You don’t need to have a toddler to appreciate this humor, but it helps. The Seven Stages of Night Grief really resonated with me this week.
These days, I pretty much scroll blindly through a twitter feed full of theology, politics and life-affirming, sappy quotes to read the tweets from @HonestToddler. For instance:
- Stranger in my house.
- He has a toolbox that should be mine and is looking at the toilet. Watching from behind the door (with my SWORD).
- HE SPOKE TO ME!! And laughed. Uh…you are not my daddy and we are not friends. We will never be friends.
Took refuge in my cardboard box. I’m invisible.
What kind of a grown man comes into someone’s house to play in their potty? Supervising him closely again.
I farted. He noticed.
- Farted again. He looks uncomfortable.
- He asked me if I’d like to go play with my toys. NO I’M FINE HERE THANKS. Farted again.
- Told mommy I need to use the potty. She’s excited. Asked the hostile to take five.
- Have fun working where I just pooed, stranger. Three M&Ms!!
- He just pulled a couple washcloths out of the toilet. Getting out of here before people start pointing fingers.
And on and on and on.
In the middle of all this toddler-mania we TRY to spend some one-on-one time with each of our big kids during the week. Last week I took the 9-year-old to see Brave.
Girl power. A beautiful Scottish princess with bushy red hair. What’s not to like?
The moral of the story: “Listen to your Mom.” and “Mom is always right.” At least, that’s what I heard. My obedient, submissive daughter tells me I am wrong, wrong, wrong about the point, but it was a decent show with a few good laughs.
Speaking of movies, there is no reason, NONE, to waste your time waiting in endless lines at the movie theater, especially on cheap Tuesday when things are crazier than ever. Use Cineplex Mobile to buy your tickets (with an additional scene card discount) from home (or the car, or the parking lot or anywhere your little heart desires), then scan the bar code at the “Mobile Ticketing Booth” on the way into your movie. It prints your tickets instantly; there is no line up, no wait, and no need to bother printing your own ticket. I almost felt sorry for all the poor schmucks lined up out the door last week. But it was kind of fun to zip right past them with a confident swagger.
We also use this app to find theaters, movie times, trailers and ratings.
Obviously we are big movie buffs. For our last “date” before we entered the Toddler Zone, Glen and I decided to splurge on a VIP theater. The price tag is enough to choke all but the most decadent at $22.00 per person, BUT if you use your Scene points (which you can collect each time you go to a movie or buy a snack), it is exactly the same as any other movie. We’ve been collecting for a while, so our big VIP splurge cost us $0. And it was well worth it. Don’t waste your free movies on anything but the VIP theater!
These theaters have a restaurant and bar in the waiting area. The seating has tables, foot rests and if you sit in the very front row, full on leather recliners. No waiting in line for snacks like regular folks; the wait staff will seat you, take your order and bring you your meal (that’s right, appetizers, entrees, desserts… this is restaurant food). Even the bathrooms are fancy-schmancy, so be sure to stop by.
So here’s me, did I mention that I’m a red head? Which is rare and therefore superior. Spread the word.