Raising Counter-Cultural Kids.

I was chatting with a couple of friends recently, who also happen to parent households with greater than the average number of children, when the conversation turned to our teens/pre-teens and the amount of whining we endure from them.  It is a rite of passage, a documented stage of development, for a teenager to be…

All Kinds of Changes

Sorry for the radio silence for the last week.  We’ve had some big changes around Full Plate Manor.  First of all, our house is ripped to shreds.  We’re slowly putting it back together, and the remodel will be so lovely when it’s finished, but for awhile there, we were living in a construction zone…with ten…

Beads of Courage

When Dolly was in the hospital this last time, I had to look for ways to fill my time during the days she was sedated.  I was told about a program called Beads of Courage.  I had heard of Hero Beads for children undergoing cancer treatments, but I didn’t know that anything like this existed…

I Admit Weakness

I remember coming home from a nearly five week stint in Ghana feeling grateful, but so unsettled because I knew in my heart that life would never be the same.  I had gone to Ghana thinking I was doing something amazing for children who needed me.  I left with two children who did need me,…

One Thousand Tomorrows

After a night like we had night before last, there is an aftermath that occurs in the CICU.  We’re currently still living the aftermath.  Each medical move that is made with our girl is now carefully calculated, and for a period of 24 hours, maybe even more, nothing really changed.  Life just stopped, and we…

One Perfect Day.

It’s Spring Break week here at FullPlate Manor.  We are working on knowing our limits though, and it is beyond my ability right now to plan a vacation and execute in any sort of successful way.  So, we all decided to stay home and just be.  Changes are coming.  Week after next Dolly will roll…

This Day.

That’s the only thing I could think of to title this post, because I will always think of it as this day.  On this day two years ago, with a huge lump in my throat all day, I packed all my new baby girl’s things into a tiny pink suitcase, and mine into a less tiny one, loaded a…

A Photo Shoot for TWO.

Yesterday was a lower key day.  We went to Universal Studios again, but there were no packed lunches, or plans, or mad dashes.  We rode some things, and while the other kids were snacking, Poppy and I broke away.  I haven’t really gotten to shoot photos of her since coming home.  She moves like a…

These Children.

We spent the weekend in the big city this week.  We were in a small sub shop, our family and another, which made for a group of four white parents, and 14 children of color that look nothing like us.  In this situation, people usually bend over backwards to help us.  This time was no…

This Old House.

Life has been chaotic and so busy around here.  Apparently, I felt in need of a project, you know, since we’re not adopting anyone currently and there is no paperwork to be chased.  It is very apparent that we’re running out of space here in our home.  We currently have five bedrooms and three bathrooms….

She’s Not Something to be Handled or Overcome.

After a couple of days of uncertainty and tearfulness, Poppy is settling in beautifully.  She has done the more textbook style grieving than any of the kids who came before her, but we’re okay with that.  Currently she’s being “babysat” by ResponsiBoy while I write this post and then go for a run on the…

A Letter to ResponsiBoy as our Adventure Comes to a Close

Hi Sweets, Yes, I still call you that.  Remember when I asked you to comb your hair before dinner that one night and when you came to get the comb from me I instinctively reached out and started combing your hair myself?  Yeah, sometimes I forget just how close you are to not really needing…