Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Mini Z
Harold got his very own snowmobile today. It is a 2004 Ski-Doo Mini Z. It has a 120 cc engine that is basically like you would find in a lawn mower. As it comes from the factory it will go just a little bit faster than a small kid can run.
The machine that we bought for Harold has been through a few kids all ready and it currently doesn't run, but Harold is looking forward to fixing it up. This photo was taken while the machine was sitting on a sled so we could tow it home. Harold had a great time sitting on it making vroom vroom noises while I pulled it home with our four wheeler.
C.O.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
They Couldn't Keep Me
This morning, out of the blue, came this revelation.
Harold: Mommy, Daddy I have a story.
Us: O.K. go ahead.
Harold: When I was born I had a different Mommy and Daddy and they couldn't keep me. Then, then, then you came and picked me up and took me home.
--A moment of shocked silence--
C.O.: That's right and we're happy we could get you. We love you very much and we're glad we're a family.
Hugs and kisses all around.
Harold: I'm hungry now.
We have never sat down and "told" Harold that he was adopted. In fact, I doubt he knows that word, adopted. But we talk about the concept all the time. We point Guatemala out on maps, always referring to it as his birthplace. We read a book called "Adoption Day" about a couple getting their child after a long plane ride. When we're around obviously pregnant ladies we tell Harold he was never in my tummy, he was in a different mommy's tummy. It's all just a part of our reality. It appears to be all coming together for him, before the age of three! We're blown away by it. Harold continually reminds me that children understand far more than we give them credit for.
We don't want his story to be a mystery to him or anyone in Harold's life. Even before he could understand, we would tell him his adoption story. It's obviously paying off.
Our hope is that the days of adoption being hidden, secretive, something slightly shameful in society is over. We hope that adoptive parents and children will be proud of their past and unique story. They have been loved by so many people, their birth parents, perhaps foster parents, adoptive parents, each doing what they thought was best for these special little people.
Harold: Mommy, Daddy I have a story.
Us: O.K. go ahead.
Harold: When I was born I had a different Mommy and Daddy and they couldn't keep me. Then, then, then you came and picked me up and took me home.
--A moment of shocked silence--
C.O.: That's right and we're happy we could get you. We love you very much and we're glad we're a family.
Hugs and kisses all around.
Harold: I'm hungry now.
We have never sat down and "told" Harold that he was adopted. In fact, I doubt he knows that word, adopted. But we talk about the concept all the time. We point Guatemala out on maps, always referring to it as his birthplace. We read a book called "Adoption Day" about a couple getting their child after a long plane ride. When we're around obviously pregnant ladies we tell Harold he was never in my tummy, he was in a different mommy's tummy. It's all just a part of our reality. It appears to be all coming together for him, before the age of three! We're blown away by it. Harold continually reminds me that children understand far more than we give them credit for.
We don't want his story to be a mystery to him or anyone in Harold's life. Even before he could understand, we would tell him his adoption story. It's obviously paying off.
Our hope is that the days of adoption being hidden, secretive, something slightly shameful in society is over. We hope that adoptive parents and children will be proud of their past and unique story. They have been loved by so many people, their birth parents, perhaps foster parents, adoptive parents, each doing what they thought was best for these special little people.
--AnnMarie
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Our Christmas Letter
I was pretty lazy this year when it came to Christmas cards. I sent out photo cards but didn't write a letter about what we've been up to this past year. Instead, I just wrote down our blog address. So, if you're here because of the Christmas cards, welcome. =) I thought I'd link up the highlights from the past year in lieu of an official letter.
January:
Harold turned two
February:
A Trip to San Francisco 1
San Francisco 2
San Francisco 3
March:
The Drifted In Series : Our door way was completely buried in snow.
April:
A round trip snow machine ride to Nome
May:
Touring Southeast Alaska
June:
Guatemala!
July:
At the lake in Side Lake, MN
August:
I needed a change
September:
We moved
C.O.'s Mom came up to help
October:
Views from the beach house
November:
Brother John joins us for Thanksgiving
December:
Starting Adoption #2
Merry Christmas
Love,
The Rudstroms
January:
Harold turned two
February:
A Trip to San Francisco 1
San Francisco 2
San Francisco 3
March:
The Drifted In Series : Our door way was completely buried in snow.
April:
A round trip snow machine ride to Nome
May:
Touring Southeast Alaska
June:
Guatemala!
July:
At the lake in Side Lake, MN
August:
I needed a change
September:
We moved
C.O.'s Mom came up to help
October:
Views from the beach house
November:
Brother John joins us for Thanksgiving
December:
Starting Adoption #2
Merry Christmas
Love,
The Rudstroms
--AnnMarie
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