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Written by Katie
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Thursday, 04 March 2010 09:47 |
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Last week was my birthday. I am now thirty-three years old. Let's start with my feelings on that. First, I have given it much thought, and I have come to the conclusion that I still qualify as being in my EARLY thirties. This is because when you first turn 30, you are THIRTY. Just thirty. No early, mid, or late thing going on. From there, the rest of the decade is separated into groups of three: 31-33 are EARLY thirties, 34-36 are MID-thirties, and 37-39 are LATE thirties. So, this year, I am still in my early thirties. I don't have to feel older until next year. On the other hand, I have spent the week pondering the fact that Christ's ministry lasted from the time he was thirty until he was crucified at age 33. And then I think of my past three years. And I feel WAY behind. Except for that part where I made two people. That definitely counts for something. Read More... |
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Written by Katie
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Sunday, 21 February 2010 22:16 |
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I am a mother through domestic adoption. I am also an aunt through international adoption. When I first became a blogger, I was surprised at the negative attitudes I frequently encountered about adoption. And I was completely shocked by the vocal advocacy of some bloggers against adoption altogether. The case against adoption was usually summed up in one word: CORRUPTION. And while there were certainly plenty of people with things to say against domestic adoption, the most heinous accusations of corruption were leveled at international adoptions. Accusations of kidnapping and baby buying. Falsification of records. Children being adopted who were only supposed to be in orphanages for a period of respite care. When I first heard these accusations, I was highly skeptical of their validity. Sure, bad things happen. Corruption always exists. But, certainly, these examples were few and far between and not an accurate reflection of reality. I don't really believe that anymore. I think it happens way too frequently. But I still don't condemn international adoption. Read More... |
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Written by Administrator
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Thursday, 18 February 2010 22:00 |
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About three weeks ago, my two youngest kiddos became very sick. VERY SICK. This was evidenced by the fact that I finally, after several days, decided to take them to the doctor. I almost never take my kids to the doctor unless they are going in for a scheduled check up. Or someone's toe is about to fall off. But since they both had barely eaten in days and neither could stand up on their own (OK, that's normal for Violet at six months old, but not so much for Eli), I finally called the pediatrician's office and took them in. It was on a Saturday, or "take what you can get" day. My normal pediatrician wasn't there. Instead, I got a young male doctor who is new to the practice. We'll just call him Dr. Young, since I still don't know (or care) what his real name is. When I saw Dr. Young initially, he seemed to be pretty decent. Of course, I was stressed out and had only gotten, oh, maybe 15 minutes of sleep that week, so he could have diagnosed my kids with bubonic plague and I might just not remember. But he prescribed them both antibiotics (and then, not so endearingly, displayed a complete inability to properly send the prescription into my pharmacy) and seemed reassuring, so I left feeling mostly positive about him. I even scheduled the follow-up appointment that he said was standard. Now, I KNOW that an ear infection (what he ended up treating them for) does not require a follow-up. But given how sick they were, I decided that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. Which brings us to today. And five quick and easy steps for how to lose a patient in 10 minutes. Read More... |
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