Little Sister thought she'd help Lila ward off the bitter cold by putting her down for a nap with a warm blanket.
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Showing posts with label Little Sister. Show all posts
Monday, January 6, 2014
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Once Upon A Potty
I have mentioned on here before that we are attempting potty training with our two girls. My grand plan was to have them potty trained before the baby comes (which by the way is in like three weeks...who knew?), but after half a day of cleaning up pee from all over my house, I have resigned to the fact that I might have to buy a few more boxes of Costco diapers.
Do all you seasoned potty trainers have any suggestions for how to go about this?
Saturday, November 30, 2013
What the Girls Say
Rachel: Lila what are you going to eat for Thanksgiving?
Lila: Baby Jesus!
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Little Sister: Daddy?
Rachel: Honey, I don't know where Daddy is.
Little Sister: Sigh...Army.
Rachel: No...I think he's just in the bathroom.
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Rachel: Lila, who's coming to visit for Christmas?
Lila: Baby Jesus!
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After getting out of the bathtub and putting on a diaper...
Lila: No more naked baby!
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Monday, November 18, 2013
How Long Have You Had Those Kids?
This month marks eight months since our foster kids, Little Guy and Little Sister, came into our home.
Legally I'm not allowed to show their faces on the internet or write their names or really talk about their situation at all, so it makes it really difficult to share anything about that part of our lives. One thing I can say, however, is that it's definitely the most difficult and challenging thing that Johnny and I have ever done.
I started doing a little reflecting after reading this article on fostering/adoption from the New York Times that my friend Anna posted on my wall.
My favorite part of the article went something like this:
“When I first went into this, I had this idea that everyone should be doing this,” Maureen told me, referring to foster-care adoption. “But if you are going to do it, you better be darn well sure you can handle it.”
I couldn't agree with this sentiment more. When we believe in something, I think we have a tendency to feel that everybody should be doing it, especially in the Christian community. I remember feeling guilty at Wheaton every time I went to a speech or fundraiser or whatever for different causes throughout the world. I think by Christmas of my freshman year I had opportunities to "adopt" world vision children, buy cows for farmers in third world countries, tutor underprivileged children in Chicago, give money and wear red to support AIDS research, and so on and so on. I'm not saying any of those things were bad; I just didn't need to do all of them...or any of them.
That being said, I do think that Johnny and I have been called, at least for now, to be foster parents and possibly adoptive parents. If that's something you are interested in and you have a good support system and you don't mind if you get crayon on your walls or that all your hair will turn grey by the time you're 27 or that you just might unexpectedly see your kid's biological family at the library or that everywhere you go people will either ask you if "all those children" are yours or glare at you for having children of different races, then go for it. It's an understatement to say that there are tons of kids who need help. Just while writing this I got an email from my case worker asking for an adoptive family for a sibling set of three precious boys. Our agency's website has literally pages and pages of children needing families.
So before I start rambling, here's the gist: fostering is hard, hardest thing we've ever done, don't do it if it's not for you, jump in head first if it is.
Legally I'm not allowed to show their faces on the internet or write their names or really talk about their situation at all, so it makes it really difficult to share anything about that part of our lives. One thing I can say, however, is that it's definitely the most difficult and challenging thing that Johnny and I have ever done.
I started doing a little reflecting after reading this article on fostering/adoption from the New York Times that my friend Anna posted on my wall.
My favorite part of the article went something like this:
“When I first went into this, I had this idea that everyone should be doing this,” Maureen told me, referring to foster-care adoption. “But if you are going to do it, you better be darn well sure you can handle it.”
I couldn't agree with this sentiment more. When we believe in something, I think we have a tendency to feel that everybody should be doing it, especially in the Christian community. I remember feeling guilty at Wheaton every time I went to a speech or fundraiser or whatever for different causes throughout the world. I think by Christmas of my freshman year I had opportunities to "adopt" world vision children, buy cows for farmers in third world countries, tutor underprivileged children in Chicago, give money and wear red to support AIDS research, and so on and so on. I'm not saying any of those things were bad; I just didn't need to do all of them...or any of them.
That being said, I do think that Johnny and I have been called, at least for now, to be foster parents and possibly adoptive parents. If that's something you are interested in and you have a good support system and you don't mind if you get crayon on your walls or that all your hair will turn grey by the time you're 27 or that you just might unexpectedly see your kid's biological family at the library or that everywhere you go people will either ask you if "all those children" are yours or glare at you for having children of different races, then go for it. It's an understatement to say that there are tons of kids who need help. Just while writing this I got an email from my case worker asking for an adoptive family for a sibling set of three precious boys. Our agency's website has literally pages and pages of children needing families.
So before I start rambling, here's the gist: fostering is hard, hardest thing we've ever done, don't do it if it's not for you, jump in head first if it is.
Friday, November 8, 2013
Dark White is the New Black
Little Sister is having a difficult time with taking baths, so I thought it would be a good idea to get her a special bath time baby. Until I had to shop for an African American baby doll I had no idea that dark skinned baby dolls don't seem to exist.
This baby doll is the only African American version of the Water Babies brand, and it's maybe two shades darker than Lila...whitest child ever. Is it too much to ask for there to be baby dolls in the same shades as people? (By the way, what in the world is this baby wearing? It's supposed to be the "angel" baby, but I don't see why the baby has to be wearing a shear white negligee to portray that.)
This baby doll is the only African American version of the Water Babies brand, and it's maybe two shades darker than Lila...whitest child ever. Is it too much to ask for there to be baby dolls in the same shades as people? (By the way, what in the world is this baby wearing? It's supposed to be the "angel" baby, but I don't see why the baby has to be wearing a shear white negligee to portray that.)
Friday, November 1, 2013
Put On Your Freaking Tutu and Get in the Car!
I was originally going to title this "A Hutson Halloween," but I think the current title is more fitting: Halloween was clearly not invented by a parent of young children. Here are a few snapshots from our Halloween festivities.
We carved pumpkins on Tuesday, and once they were carved, Lila kept saying, "Me sit pumpin." She then encouraged Little Sister to sit on the other pumpkin, but Little Sister's lid kept falling off, so she did not understand the appeal of pumpin sitting.
This photo was taken right after Little Sister put Princess Tianna inside the pumpkin. I believe she is kissing her to make it better.
We carved pumpkins on Tuesday, and once they were carved, Lila kept saying, "Me sit pumpin." She then encouraged Little Sister to sit on the other pumpkin, but Little Sister's lid kept falling off, so she did not understand the appeal of pumpin sitting.
This photo was taken right after Little Sister put Princess Tianna inside the pumpkin. I believe she is kissing her to make it better.
After naps on Halloween, we rushed over to Johnny's office in full costume to go trick or treating. Little Guy was a dinosaur.
And the girls were two pretty peacocks. I realized when we walked in the door to his office that I didn't explain Halloween beyond, "You have to put your tutu on because this is the day that everyone wears a tutu, and Daddy will be so sad if you're not wearing a tutu so put on your freaking tutu and get in the car!" I quickly gave them a run down about saying trick or treat, but they clearly had no idea why all of Daddy's friends were giving them hand fulls of candy...or why Mommy said after one piece it was just for looking at.
After trick or treating at Johnny's office, we had to deal with the reality of having a family made up of two families and splitting holidays. But after being driven all over Kansas City, Lila got to end her day handing out candy at Grandmommy's. Once we pulled into Grandmommy's driveway, Lila was very excited to show her the costume that only thirty minutes before she had pushed to the floor of the car. She was all like, "Um Mom get my tutu!" and I was all like, "Um Lila where was that enthusiasm an hour ago?" Geeze.
Happy Halloween!
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Friday, August 16, 2013
The Village Idiot
This is what I saw last night at dinner when Little Sister looked at me and smiled, "All done!"
I mean seriously? I know that having all these kids has made me dumber, but am I starting to look it too?
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Party at the DMV
So on Thursday I got stopped by a police officer because the registration on my car was a month overdue. I pulled the whole "Thank you so much for telling me! My husband usually takes care of it, but he's in the National Guard and is gone for two weeks." shtick and didn't get a ticket. That did mean, though, that early Friday morning the whole Hutson clan had to go to the DMV.
When we got there, I realized that not only did I not have our double stroller, but Lila did not have any shoes on. So I strapped Little Guy into the Baby Bjorn, put Lila in the umbrella stroller, and had Little Sister walk alongside me. It didn't take long, however, for Little Sister to decide that she was going to be in charge of pushing Lila around the DMV.
They were the hit of the DMV. All the workers were laughing at them, and Little Sister was dancing along to the oldies music playing while Lila sucked her thumb and rubbed her belly button. The best part of the whole situation was when Little Sister wheeled Lila into the middle of the room and then ran away, stranding her. Unfortunately for Little Sister, we could not leave Lila at the DMV and had to take her home with us.
When we got there, I realized that not only did I not have our double stroller, but Lila did not have any shoes on. So I strapped Little Guy into the Baby Bjorn, put Lila in the umbrella stroller, and had Little Sister walk alongside me. It didn't take long, however, for Little Sister to decide that she was going to be in charge of pushing Lila around the DMV.
They were the hit of the DMV. All the workers were laughing at them, and Little Sister was dancing along to the oldies music playing while Lila sucked her thumb and rubbed her belly button. The best part of the whole situation was when Little Sister wheeled Lila into the middle of the room and then ran away, stranding her. Unfortunately for Little Sister, we could not leave Lila at the DMV and had to take her home with us.
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