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| Whaddya mean "it's pink"?! |
Last weekend started out great with an impromptu invite for
wine and snacks with my brother and sister-in-law Friday night. The sneaky pair
had gone to their gender scan appointment earlier in the day, unbeknownst to
us, and had a little party to reveal the gender. My niece got to pop a balloon
full of confetti, and static electricity helped make it quite a show! Tiny bits
of pink tissue paper shot all over the place and fluttered down on the dog and
baby boys (who we forgot to shelter from the big noise. Oops!)
On Saturday morning I sorted 8 months’ worth of
baby clothes. I pulled out the super boyish stuff and put it into 3 piles:
sell at the consignment sale, keep for later, and donate. Surprisingly, I ended
up with quite a big box for the new baby, including some cute onesies that made
people think Felix was a girl. Later that day I scored a brand new Boppy for
them for $3. I’m pretty sure the folks at Goodwill had no idea what it was.
Almost the day Felix was born, people started asking if I
think I’ll adopt again. I hadn’t even thought about it. I suppose I will – why not?
And that begs the gender question. I’ve gone back and forth on whether I’d
request a girl or not. It would exclude me from applying for any grants and
would even disqualify me from working with some agencies. Not to mention the
wait time would almost certainly be years, since fewer girls are placed than
boys and I already have a kid. You don’t get to choose gender during pregnancy,
so is it fair for me to decide whether Felix gets a brother or a sister? And
not to flatter myself, but what if a birth mom expecting a boy is looking for
someone just like me? It would be sad if she never knew I existed.
This is far down the road because I have some other
goals before then. The big one (aside from getting my adoption credit refund
without an audit) is to prepare my home for sale or rental next year. I’m not
looking forward to repairing under the kitchen sink…there was a disposal leak
for a while that warped all the wood, and one year we had a mouse living under
that warped wood. My skin crawls thinking about what’s under there! I would be
more than happy to work overtime and pay top dollar for someone else to do
that.
Anyway, back to last weekend. Felix got his first real haircut and later discovered cat food. He shoves kibbles in his mouth two handfuls at a time if I don't watch him like a hawk!
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| Before haircut. |
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| After - he was getting sleepy. |
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| He army crawls straight to the dish every time I feed the cats. |













