Monday, December 26, 2016

Christmas 2016

It's cliche as hell, but our neighborhood knows what to do with a bear at Christmas...


Omegadotter was eagerly involved with decorating the tree,


While Omegamom decorated the tree.


Still, the wife found the holiday to be 'glovely',



I was, as usual, perturbed by packaging,


And the kid got fluffy things.


Which is, after all, what Christmas is all about... fluffy things.


Friday, December 16, 2016

While we're on the topic of Alaska...

I wouldn't normally give a shout out to myself, but when we were back in Alaska I spattered about with this blog...  http://omegadad.blogspot.com/.

Having just read back through it myself, I realize that...

--My bitchings about politics back then could not have imagined how bad things would be now,

--I've recycled some of my pictures from that blog into this blog,

--Many of the people who followed my blog then have now followed their own way.

... ... ...

Remembering your past and stepping back into it are two different things.  Neither is better than the other, though memory tends to soften the past.

What strikes me the most is the things that I should have put into that blog while they were happening are the same things that I'm trying to put into this blog.

Connecting dots is important.  Even if you're connecting Dot 7 to Dot 1 to Dot 5 to Dot 3, it's still important.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

The Alaska Kid

Over ten years ago when we moved to Alaska, I thought of all the things people think of when they think of Alaska...


Now, when I remember Alaska, I remember these things...

A perfect park with a perfect pond


And bodacious Big Toys...



A daughter who loved horses,


Led horses,


And learned to ride.


Taking the kid fishing for the first time...


And watching her enjoy her first fish (While her father had caught nothing!)


Future fishing trips where we joked about 'Bob', the fish we hadn't caught, but if you can catch a kid's smile, the fish really don't matter;


Whale watching cruises where I enjoyed watching the kid more than the whales;


A kid who loved art...


And took it seriously


While building forts in the living room,


And leafing through logs;


The gymnast cartwheeling through parades... 


While maintaining her sense of dignity;


Hanging upside down...


Shopping for fireworks...



Enjoying the best State Fair Ever!!!




Primping with her friends during a school dance... 


Watching cranes with her mom...



And hanging out in the greenhouse with her rabbit, my plants, and our chickens. 


For those of you who haven't lived there, Alaska is a lot cooler than you think.

You just have to know where to look.


Saturday, December 10, 2016

Epiphanies

Folks, somewhere in my boxes of photos, or in our fellow adoptive parent's group of photos, I'm sure there are pictures of this...

Ten families in a Nanning hotel conference room signing papers... Chinese papers, American papers, replicates of the same words in different languages.  It was a harried scene with our guides trying to guide us through the process. It was crazy. It was surreal. The room was spinning... We had babies on our laps.

But when Omegamom passed the paperwork to me and I looked down at the blank space that awaited my signature, for a millionth of a second, perhaps for the only time in my life, I didn't have any doubts, I didn't have any regrets, I didn't have any fears, I just knew that I was one signature away from being home.

I think of all the things that led up to that signature...

After Omegamom and I decided to adopt internationally, we dithered across the globe. South America?  Africa?  Europe?  Asia?  We talked about each part of the planet, cussed and discussed each country's adoption system, and weighed out the pros and the cons.  It was an intellectual and ethical pursuit, which is a dammed stupid way to start a family.

It should be about love.

I was lost.  I was confused.  I was driven but I didn't know where I was driving too. It was hard.

Then, in the middle of one night, I woke up knowing that my as yet unborn child was Chinese.  She would grow up to be smart, beautiful, sassy and outspoken. We would have good times, bad times, and times where we both wondered what the fuck was going on.  In our hearts, both of us would know how it feels to loose a parent before we knew that parent.

What really struck me in the middle of that night was that I could see her face and feel her heart and my heart intertwining.

It was this face and this heart...


Sometimes, you wake up in the middle of the night and get things right.  After all these years, my greatest happiness is to laugh with her while listening to falling water.  Granted, we don't do it as much as we should, but both of us know that we that we can.

That's the important thing... knowing that when you need to, you can.





Thursday, December 8, 2016

Fourteen Years Ago...

Fourteen years ago tonight...

We hadn't slept in two days, but we didn't want to sleep.
We munched on real Chinese food which included awesome lemon tarts.
We received parental guidance from our guide along with nine other families.
We looked out our hotel window and wondered if we'd really come half way around the world while knowing that we'd found the entire world...

In a little girl who
     wouldn't sleep in the hotel's crib,
     pawed at us with her feet while we tried to sleep in the hotel's bed,
     needed diapers and doting,
     and looked at us wondering "Who are these funny smelling white people?"

She was scared.

We were scared.

But it all worked out in the end.

....

Tonight,

Omegadotter listen's to hip hop,
Omegamom relaxes and reads,
And I wait for pizza to be delivered.

Life is strange.
Life is weird.
Life is a wet hoola-hoop spinning off water drops that catch rainbows in the sun.

Sometimes, she's still scared, we're still scared, and some things still smell funny.

But we have hoola-hoops.
We have water drops.
We have rainbows.
And we have the sun.



Wednesday, December 7, 2016

We Flew Halfway Around the World Because...

There's nothing like the first picture...


Or the first time you held her...


Or tried to change her clothes...


Or watched her run through fields of flowers...


And sit on stumps...


Or clap at an equestrian show...


And dream of her first ride...



Ride her second ride...


Get frustrated at fireworks...


Shuck corn....


Drive a tractor...


Gallup through Halloween...


Cook for Christmas...


Jump in a jeep...


Enjoy Easter...


Frolic with fashion...


Dig designer clothes...


Shuffle through a river...


Enjoy a dog with and algae on her head...


Realize that lakes can be cold...


Ride rockets...


Or bulls...


Or her first bike...


Or ponies...


Or just bounce on her head...


Or walk on a log...


Sit in fields of flowers...


Get flowers from her first love...


Think "Dammit!"...


And pack up to move to impossible places...


While enjoying those impossible places with a dog in fields of flowers...


Or snow flurry fun...


Or rocking on rivers...


Then building sandcastles...


And just plain being a kid.


--- --- ---

Tomorrow will mark 14 years since we first held her in our arms.  These photos are from the first seven.  I have seven more years of scanning to do.

Sometimes you just have to pause and think and remember.

Thanks Kid!