To The Mother That Came Before Me.

On this blog, and in public, I don’t speak a whole lot about my children and their relationships with their mothers that came before me.  This is mostly for their privacy.  Adoption is rooted in loss.  They lost something big when they made the choice they did.  And, regardless of what a bang up job…

We Forgot our Frocks.

This post has nothing to do with nudity.  Sorry to disappoint.  Although, if you keep reading, there might be some point in the future where I do forget to get dressed before leaving the house.  After all, I did run myself over with my own mini-van once.  Story for another time though. The FullPlateFamily did…

I Have a Dream…

We thoroughly enjoyed our day together as a family.  A family of white parents and grandparents,  African and African-American children and a Chinese daughter. We owe a lot to a lot of people for paving the way to make that possible. This man is one of those people. We have this poster framed in our…

Awareness.

As I’ve said before, I slept through the part of Anatomy and Physiology that prepared me to care for our Dolly.  Whoops.  God has a sense of humor y’all.  He gave me a daughter with a defect in the one area that, as a nurse, I felt TOTALLY unprepared to deal with. I’m prepared now….

Never Stop Looking.

Have you met my Dolly? My daughter is a walking, talking miracle.  Well, to be totally honest, she doesn’t quite walk yet, but she does a mean bootie scoot.  She talks though.  She talks up a storm.  I’m sure you’re getting sick of hearing what life looked like for her six short weeks ago.  So,…

Resolution, Smesolution. Who needs ’em?

We don’t do New Year’s resolutions around here.  Mostly, because they don’t make sense to us, or to our Dolly.  She wants you to know that A LOT of things don’t make sense to her.  Like why won’t we feed her Pringles ALL THE TIME?  She loves that red can!  She shrieks with joy every…

How Does it Work? Christmas at FullPlateManor.

A Dolly update: I’m trying to keep my mind off the holding pattern we’re in with Dolly.  We’re waiting for three more surgical teams to weigh in on what they think we should do for her.  I’ve asked these  three so far and gotten three very different answers, so I’ve asked ‘why’ they feel this…

I Count My Blessings Instead of Sheep.

I’ve watched this movie about five times this Christmas season.  It’s an escape.  I love this part.  I love how before Bing sings to Rosemary, they eat turkey sandwiches and drink buttermilk.  Buttermilk.  No one drinks buttermilk anymore.  It’s sweet, and it feels Christmassy. I like the meaning of the song too.  I took a…

Sometimes it hits me like a ton of bricks.

Life has slowed for now.  I finished my semester of grad school with the most craptastic paper I’ve ever written.  Sorry, professor-who-will-not-be-named at George Washington University, that’s what you get when you won’t give me a 48 hour extension because I just came home with a new baby from the other side of the globe….

I Slept Through This Part Of Anatomy & Physiology…

I don’t talk a whole lot about my bread & butter.  I’m a working mom.  Did y’all know that? Hmmm, maybe not.  I am.  My jobs don’t have a whole lot to do with my kids (well, they have a whole lot to do with kids, just not mine).  Besides being a mom, which is…

Why did you say yes?

I made a Facebook announcement earlier in the week about our little Dolly.  Some of our family didn’t know about her.  For those of you that didn’t see it, there was a disclaimer with it about only saying kind things to us about our girlie in front of our other children.  Sadly, I had to…