Guest Posts

Posts not written by me (Ben)

When I was given the opportunity to be a guest-blogger while the Silly Old Bear and his family vacationed, I immediately knew just what I wanted to write about.  Because, I felt it necessary to point out the one absolutely super thing in this world that Ben would most likely never write about, or at least give it a fair shake.  That subject:  Ben.  

Heroes.  Kids watch “caped” heroes on television all the time.  Even as a adults we have our heroes and idols that we love to feel attached to or to look up to.  But not all heroes wear capes.

When you look at the Anatomy of an Adoption, it is clear that it takes some extraordinary people to handle the maze of legal and paper borne obstacles to make this happen.  Even those willing to do the paperwork, in far too many cases, will only accept a newborn for adoption.  Much is also often made of the people that go to third world countries to rescue children from third world countries ( i.e. Angelina Jolie), but again most of these children are newborns, or at least very young infants.

As any parent knows all too well, children don’t come with an instruction manual.  We depend on a learn as you go process, and grow into the role as parents as our children mature.  The simple fact is that when you adopt a child that is older, they are starting with a leg up on the parents, not to mention the other physical and emotional baggage that may already come with a child that is not a newborn/infant.  It takes special people to be able handle all these circumstances, people that always have th the”>e best interest of the child at heart, even when it breaks their own. People that see children and not “black” and “white” children.

Far too many children get lost in the system in this country, because at times it seems that the children that are in foster care are like puppies at the pound.  The older you get, the less likely it is that somebody wants to take you home.  But these are not puppies, they are children, children who need love.  And for 3 lucky children a certain superhero (and his wife of course), have flown in to save the day.  True heroes.  No Cape necessary.
 

My seven year old climbed into bed with me this morning (DH was showering for work), and told me I smelled funny. 

“Well, sweetie,” I told my daughter, “I have not showered yet this morning.” 

 ”No, Mommy.  You smell like you and Daddy wet the bed last night!” 

 Me: *blink, blink* 

My daughter throws back the covers and points to a wet spot in the sheets: “You DID have an accident last night!” She bends over and sniffs at the wetness. “But it doesn’t smell like pee pee.”

Me: *blink, blink*

Then she hops off the bed, tells me to wash the sheets today, and runs off to finish watching The Fox and the Hound.

WHEW!  I dodged a bullet there, didn’t I?

It will be clean at least until the girls are awake again.  *sigh*  My husband and I had a party for his coworkers on Sunday night.  We played a Texas Hold ‘Em Tournament.  Neither of us was at the finals table.  I chose not to play, but instead to play ‘hostess‘.  That means I got to drink a glass of wine (thank you, Farrah), greet guests as they arrived, console them as they lost and departed for the night, and watch my husband play.  For him, it was a warm-up for the tournament we’ll participate in while we’re in Las Vegas next week. Me? Said in Cheech Marin’s half-baked heavy mexican accent: “I don’t need no stinking ‘warm-up’.” So you must be wondering: ‘Why did you have a party?’  Lemme ’splain:

 I get the Susie Homemaker Virus every few months, where I furiously clean and clean and clean.  Then, of course, we must throw a party!  My husband loves it when we’ve scheduled a party, since he knows that the house will get cleaned thoroughly.  Any other time, I’m chasing three young kids around, so I’m lucky to keep up with the dishes and the laundry. One does have to live in their house, right?  I always clean the house before we leave on vacation.  After all, what if something happens to us and our families have to be in our home to gather insurance policies or get stuff for the girls? Ever think of that? Well, I do.

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