Clocked out!

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Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls!

I am officially clocked out!  My daughter’s adoption was finalized and I have taken some time off work to do some much needed bonding and family time!

I was worried at first that I would be totally bored, to be honest.  School is out until mid January, kids are all home from school, and Christmas will be here and gone.  I was worried…and now I’m not.

Now I am SURE I will be bored…and covered in school glue, probably!

In case you didn’t know, I am a rather crafty person.  So…multiply that with being off work and actually rested all day (I normally work night shift).  The kids have already stared rolling their eyes.

We have butter warming on the counter for sugar cookies, we have decorated Christmas ornaments that I crocheted off the top of my head; tomorrow we do kinetics, and then we will be donating blood and visiting an animal shelter.

So, in a nutshell I am asking you to pray for my children.  Pray for their patience, pray for their sanity, and Good Lord above, my poor daughter I am bonding with who learned today NOT to touch the glue gun…

Until I inhale glitter,

Savannah Smiles

 

The picture is NOT one of mine, we don’t paint until Sunday…

http://www.perrybarrchildrenscentres.org.uk/index.php?subsite_id=4

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American Proud

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Who are Veterans? The definition is broad and depends on who wants to know and why. The honor is openly given to those who served any period of time in any branch of the United States Armed Forces. A special respect is given to those who gave it all; those who gave up their very lives for their right to call themselves Americans. To those and all others, we proudly salute.

I served in the United States Army. I served in a time of peace and safety. I am a veteran, but myself, and others like me are not the reason we hang our flags and tip our hats. I am proud of my service and feel that every able citizen should do their part and serve a term in our military, (that’s for another blog…) but I know the respect given is not from my individual service.

Army Combined Applications Group (or Delta), Marine Reconnaissance teams, Air Force Combat Controllers, Navy SEALs, and the Coast Guard Maritime Safety and Security Teams have been identified as some of the most elite and specially trained group of fighters; the types of men we think of when we think of Veterans. The men we salute.

This Veterans days, please also keep in mind that the Army Logistical Supply Coordinators, the Marine Food Service Specialists, the Air Force Air Traffic Control, the Navy Nurses, and the Coast Guard Electrician Technicians provide a service that the Armed Forces also cannot live without. These men and women are just as deserving of our gratitude, our support, and our honor. These men and women keep our elite fed, safe, secure, healthy, and prepared; to say the least. To them, we salute.

In closing, the families of those who have served and those who are currently serving provide a great service to our country in all that they do. Please remember to thank them for what they have done as well.

To all of my fellow veterans, thank you for service.

To all of those who have ever thanked me for mine, it was my honor to serve.

As Always,

Savannah Smiles

 

 

Please note that the Armed Forces job titles and descriptions were taken from the site listed below:

http://www.businessinsider.com/most-elite-special-forces-in-the-us-2013-2?op=1

Condoms, anyone?

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Yesterday found me trying NOT to clean my teenager’s room, but searching through the hoard of clothes he calls a closet to rescue an entire load of laundry’s worth of bath towels.  (Don’t worry, I washed them twice.)  When low and behold, a box of these fine fellas comes tumbling out of the madness.

Condoms.

My sweet teenage boy has condoms in his closet.

Did I freak out?  Did I walk away embarrassed?  Did I slam myself for being an insufficient parent that my something-teen year old is doing the Mommy-Daddy dance?

No.

I didn’t.

In fact, I shoved them back in the box and set them back where they were.

Don’t I care that he is doing what children ought not to do?  Of course I care, but I care more that he is smart enough to use protection.  I have had “the talk” with him and his brothers that are of age.  I overheard them talking first.  Not exactly a shining moment, but after that eavesdropping, I purchased a box of those offending little disks above and literally tossed them out on the table.

The heart-to-heart went something like this: You are NOT old enough to be making life-long decisions right now.  You should NOT be having sex.  You should NOT be making decisions that will affect the rest of your life.  You are NOT an adult and CANNOT support a family.  Having said that, if you decide that you are going to have sex, no matter what I say, at least have the maturity to use protection.

I know, that depth is right up there with Maya Angelo!  I know that he may or may not be sexually active.  I know he is too young.  But now, thanks to my lack of laundered towels, I also know he is smart enough to use protection if he is.

Even in the “fun” times,

Savannah Smiles

Labeled, Finally!

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I have finally received my badge of honor and with it, the required grain of salt.  Readers and scrollers, I am now an A D O P T I V E   P A R E N T ! !

My new label comes with the grain of salt because of the following list of questions/phrases I am now privy to:

1.  What did her parents do to lose her?

Well, let’s start with you.  How about you tell me the most awful things about YOUR past while we wait in line at Walmart.  We have plenty of time and audience.

2.  I could never give my child away.

Funny story…her parents didn’t give her away either.  The rest of the story is none of your business, but I will confuse you by saying that her parents love her just as much as we do.  Toss that around in your head for awhile.

3.  Are you going to close the adoption now that it is final?

Cut off the parents who gave her life, so that mine will run smoother?  Um…no, not really.  Let’s just assume that I know what I’m doing in this department.

4.  Are you going to change her name?

This one isn’t as inflammatory as the rest.  I do know, from my own research, that the adoption community is split down the middle on this one.  I will say that the name you hear us call her is her name.  And no, I won’t tell you her “real” name.  Really?

5.  *my personal favorite* Now that she is adopted, will you be changing her birthday?

Yes.  Absolutely.  I think we will make it the 32nd of January.  Has a nice ring to it.

 

So there you are, the list of things that I now get to come up with socially acceptable and not-quite-so-smart-aleck responses to. 

Any adoptive parents out there who would like to add to my list?  There has to be some that you have heard.  If not, there has to be inquisive folks who have some adoption questions they just HAVE to ask.  Come on, we’ll be nice, I promise…

Even Bigger,

Savannah Smiles

 

The uber cute picture was stolen from the link below; please visit and check out some more amazing stuff!

http://genuinehappiness.wordpress.com/2011/03/20/despicable-me-high-def-images-of-agnes-my-fav-character/

Haven’t you Heard?

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Ebola.  They might as well have named it The Terror Virus.  Since the outbreak I have to admit that the reality seemed a world away.  And literally, it was.  Until it hit US soil.  Then it became pay-attention-to-the-news real for me.

Upgrading my response yesterday was a mandatory class I have to take that my employeer is offering.  It is a we-are-prepared if the Terror gets to California kind of class.  Um…no thank you.  I think I will be sick that day.  All of those days.

It got me nice and terrified about the Terror Strain.  I went from being professional and distant to mass hysteria.  Someone coughed near me in the grocery store and I wanted to find the Lysol aisle.  My kid got a bloody nose (just because kids stick things where they should not be) and you-guessed-it crossed my mind.  I dared not say anything outloud, his brothers probably would have buried him alive in the backyard.

The Terror is real though.  Not for me, not for my family, not in reality.  But it is real.  The more I think about it, the more it makes me worried.

This nasty monster has the nerve to to kill in a matter of days.  Days?  How do you prepare for something that will kill you in days?

I have to admit that decision I should have made years ago are coming to light.  I will be getting life insurance now.  I can’t imagine leaving my family at all, but leaving them with nothing feels worse.

I need to feel like everything is going to be ok, even if it isn’t.  Or, as my fifth born would say, ‘I need some loves’.

And just as soon as I find some, I’ll once again be,

Savannah Smiles

Three Hats

Three Hats

Petite fedora with a pink ribbon, decorated with a spritely flower …

Cowboy hat with seashells, an unusual combination…

Stately gentleman’s hat, perfect for that hot summer party…

No second guesses which hat belongs to who in this little family.

No second chances to make memories while that pink ribbon rests on one tiny head.

A good investment – this carefully woven straw.
Take good care of them? Of course!
Tuck them away in a closet? Never!

Let them tumble in the sand, get wet in the ocean, accidently stomped by a well-meaning friend.
Let them come home smelling like sweat, the zoo, dirt, the lake, and countless applications of sunblock.

What matters is that these hats are worn.
Sometimes separately, but usually together.

Someday, someone might want to grow up.
And want to wear a beanie, with other beanie wearing friends.

Until then, there are more adventures planned for these hats.
Dreamed adventures.
Soon adventures.
Now adventures.

Before that miniature fedora grows up.

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