We took the kids to dinner yesterday. And in an effort to get J to try something different, I said, "They have quesadillas, grilled cheese, or spaghetti." He looked at me like I had three heads, points directly at the menu and said, "They have chicken nuggets too. It says it right there!" 
This 4-year-old really needs to stop with the books.
We took the kids to dinner yesterday. And in an effort to get J to try something different, I said, "They have quesadillas, grilled cheese, or spaghetti." He looked at me like I had three heads, points directly at the menu and said, "They have chicken nuggets too. It says it right there!"
This 4-year-old really needs to stop with the books.
We took the kids to dinner yesterday. And in an effort to get J to try something different, I said, "They have quesadillas, grilled cheese, or spaghetti." He looked at me like I had three heads, points directly at the menu and said, "They have chicken nuggets too. It says it right there!"
This 4-year-old really needs to stop with the books.
Although this blog is called Taiwan Lucy, you know I love to tell little stories about her big brothers too. In fact, I was just telling someone the other day that I'm looking forward to moving this blog over to Taiwan-on soon and writing about all the laughs, drama, and challenges that go with three very different kids with equally funny yet unique personalities.
That being said, I just had to share a little gem from today. J & B started a new preschool. (Remember THIS?) Well, J's teacher told Jeff that when they were out on the playground this morning——which they are at the same time although they're in separate classes——she saw them approach each other to exchange high fives. I know I'm a bit biased but they crack me up!
Maybe they have a sense that something big is happening soon...
Although this blog is called Taiwan Lucy, you know I love to tell little stories about her big brothers too. In fact, I was just telling someone the other day that I'm looking forward to moving this blog over to Taiwan-on soon and writing about all the laughs, drama, and challenges that go with three very different kids with equally funny yet unique personalities.
That being said, I just had to share a little gem from today. J & B started a new preschool. (Remember THIS?) Well, J's teacher told Jeff that when they were out on the playground this morning——which they are at the same time although they're in separate classes——she saw them approach each other to exchange high fives. I know I'm a bit biased but they crack me up!
Maybe they have a sense that something big is happening soon...
Although this blog is called Taiwan Lucy, you know I love to tell little stories about her big brothers too. In fact, I was just telling someone the other day that I'm looking forward to moving this blog over to Taiwan-on soon and writing about all the laughs, drama, and challenges that go with three very different kids with equally funny yet unique personalities.
That being said, I just had to share a little gem from today. J & B started a new preschool. (Remember THIS?) Well, J's teacher told Jeff that when they were out on the playground this morning??which they are at the same time although they're in separate classes??she saw them approach each other to exchange high fives. I know I'm a bit biased but they crack me up!
Maybe they have a sense that something big is happening soon...
7's lucky in Vegas... will it be lucky for us?
I got a call this morning from a friend whose daughter is in J's preschool class. She dropped off her daughter a few minutes after I dropped the boys off today. She just had to tell me that when she walked into the classroom, J was drawing a picture of a boy and a girl and at the bottom of the page were two names...
J and Lucy.
7's lucky in Vegas... will it be lucky for us?
I got a call this morning from a friend whose daughter is in J's preschool class. She dropped off her daughter a few minutes after I dropped the boys off today. She just had to tell me that when she walked into the classroom, J was drawing a picture of a boy and a girl and at the bottom of the page were two names...
J and Lucy.
7's lucky in Vegas... will it be lucky for us?
I got a call this morning from a friend whose daughter is in J's preschool class. She dropped off her daughter a few minutes after I dropped the boys off today. She just had to tell me that when she walked into the classroom, J was drawing a picture of a boy and a girl and at the bottom of the page were two names...
J and Lucy.
Two weeks ago, I said in a confident (borderline cocky) tone, "J has neeeever had an ear infection and he's almost four." Guess where we went this morning—yep, to the pediatrician with an ear infection.
Hmmm. That got me to thinking... which brings me to boldly making this statement.
"We've neeeever had amazing news telling us Lucy's case has miraculously been completed and we travel to get her before Mother's Day."
Take that, superstition. What are you gonna do now?
Anyway, so we were at the doc and he's looking in J's ears and says, "do I see a superhero in your ear? Could it be Spiderman?" J replied, in a matter-of-fact tone, "no, it's my sister."
Guess she's on everyone's mind in the Mac family.
5:30pm addition: OK, so I failed to mention that at the same time I so smugly declared the no ear-infection history, I also said "And B's never thrown up."
Guess what just happened...
Man, we're NEVER gonna get that call tomorrow.
Two weeks ago, I said in a confident (borderline cocky) tone, "J has neeeever had an ear infection and he's almost four." Guess where we went this morning—yep, to the pediatrician with an ear infection.
Hmmm. That got me to thinking... which brings me to boldly making this statement.
"We've neeeever had amazing news telling us Lucy's case has miraculously been completed and we travel to get her before Mother's Day."
Take that, superstition. What are you gonna do now?
Anyway, so we were at the doc and he's looking in J's ears and says, "do I see a superhero in your ear? Could it be Spiderman?" J replied, in a matter-of-fact tone, "no, it's my sister."
Guess she's on everyone's mind in the Mac family.
5:30pm addition: OK, so I failed to mention that at the same time I so smugly declared the no ear-infection history, I also said "And B's never thrown up."
Guess what just happened...
Man, we're NEVER gonna get that call tomorrow.
Two weeks ago, I said in a confident (borderline cocky) tone, "J has neeeever had an ear infection and he's almost four." Guess where we went this morning?yep, to the pediatrician with an ear infection.
Hmmm. That got me to thinking... which brings me to boldly making this statement.
"We've neeeever had amazing news telling us Lucy's case has miraculously been completed and we travel to get her before Mother's Day."
Take that, superstition. What are you gonna do now?
Anyway, so we were at the doc and he's looking in J's ears and says, "do I see a superhero in your ear? Could it be Spiderman?" J replied, in a matter-of-fact tone, "no, it's my sister."
Guess she's on everyone's mind in the Mac family.
5:30pm addition: OK, so I failed to mention that at the same time I so smugly declared the no ear-infection history, I also said "And B's never thrown up."
Guess what just happened...
Man, we're NEVER gonna get that call tomorrow.
Remember way back to 5 days ago when B was hospitalized? Well.. little did I know, his sister was also having her share of poking and prodding—hospitalized for a bad case of bronchitis.
I got this email this morning from our agency who's in Taiwan: "We did not get to see your little one, because they moved her to the hospital to avoid her getting worse with her bronchitus. She was put in the hospital ICU for the first day, then moved to regular ward and she has done better and better the whole time. I think she will be back at the nursery in another day. Don't worry, we had them call while we were there to get an update, they say she is fine now but want to keep her another day just to make sure she is perfectly fine."
Jeff and I thought the worst case was we'd have no court update but at least photos. Wow - we never expected they'd get halfway around the world and couldn't even see Lucy. It never ceases to amaze me how much this process can continue to knock the wind right out of me and leave me feeling helpless and just plain sad.
Our agency did say that given our extended case, SLC has agreed that we could come visit Lucy during the wait. While my first reaction is to drive to the airport, I have some serious concerns. Would that just hurt her development—showing her such love and cuddles and then leaving? Of course it's a huge expense and we don't know if we'd be going back soon after traveling but if I knew it was going to be another 6 mos., I'd feel like we should go.
Here's my question: to those of you who are/have adopted, what's the right thing when it comes to visits—would it help or hurt to go there? I've even considered going there to "foster" her while we wait. Could that even be possible—the Mac family living in Taiwan?
Remember way back to 5 days ago when B was hospitalized? Well.. little did I know, his sister was also having her share of poking and prodding—hospitalized for a bad case of bronchitis.
I got this email this morning from our agency who's in Taiwan: "We did not get to see your little one, because they moved her to the hospital to avoid her getting worse with her bronchitus. She was put in the hospital ICU for the first day, then moved to regular ward and she has done better and better the whole time. I think she will be back at the nursery in another day. Don't worry, we had them call while we were there to get an update, they say she is fine now but want to keep her another day just to make sure she is perfectly fine."
Jeff and I thought the worst case was we'd have no court update but at least photos. Wow - we never expected they'd get halfway around the world and couldn't even see Lucy. It never ceases to amaze me how much this process can continue to knock the wind right out of me and leave me feeling helpless and just plain sad.
Our agency did say that given our extended case, SLC has agreed that we could come visit Lucy during the wait. While my first reaction is to drive to the airport, I have some serious concerns. Would that just hurt her development—showing her such love and cuddles and then leaving? Of course it's a huge expense and we don't know if we'd be going back soon after traveling but if I knew it was going to be another 6 mos., I'd feel like we should go.
Here's my question: to those of you who are/have adopted, what's the right thing when it comes to visits—would it help or hurt to go there? I've even considered going there to "foster" her while we wait. Could that even be possible—the Mac family living in Taiwan?
Remember way back to 5 days ago when B was hospitalized? Well.. little did I know, his sister was also having her share of poking and prodding?hospitalized for a bad case of bronchitis.
I got this email this morning from our agency who's in Taiwan: "We did not get to see your little one, because they moved her to the hospital to avoid her getting worse with her bronchitus. She was put in the hospital ICU for the first day, then moved to regular ward and she has done better and better the whole time. I think she will be back at the nursery in another day. Don't worry, we had them call while we were there to get an update, they say she is fine now but want to keep her another day just to make sure she is perfectly fine."
Jeff and I thought the worst case was we'd have no court update but at least photos. Wow - we never expected they'd get halfway around the world and couldn't even see Lucy. It never ceases to amaze me how much this process can continue to knock the wind right out of me and leave me feeling helpless and just plain sad.
Our agency did say that given our extended case, SLC has agreed that we could come visit Lucy during the wait. While my first reaction is to drive to the airport, I have some serious concerns. Would that just hurt her development?showing her such love and cuddles and then leaving? Of course it's a huge expense and we don't know if we'd be going back soon after traveling but if I knew it was going to be another 6 mos., I'd feel like we should go.
Here's my question: to those of you who are/have adopted, what's the right thing when it comes to visits?would it help or hurt to go there? I've even considered going there to "foster" her while we wait. Could that even be possible?the Mac family living in Taiwan?
Song for Lucy: The Video is finally here! The song written and performed by an adopting Daddy has now become a video. Enjoy!
Update: 3/31 at 8 p.m. WOW! We're getting such huge response to the song and video! Thank you all SO much! Yes, Jeff wrote, sang, and played the music on the song as well as edited the video. We're excited to get it up on itunes ASAP so everyone can own it!
Song for Lucy: The Video is finally here! The song written and performed by an adopting Daddy has now become a video. Enjoy!
Update: 3/31 at 8 p.m. WOW! We're getting such huge response to the song and video! Thank you all SO much! Yes, Jeff wrote, sang, and played the music on the song as well as edited the video. We're excited to get it up on itunes ASAP so everyone can own it!
Song for Lucy: The Video is finally here! The song written and performed by an adopting Daddy has now become a video. Enjoy!
Update: 3/31 at 8 p.m. WOW! We're getting such huge response to the song and video! Thank you all SO much! Yes, Jeff wrote, sang, and played the music on the song as well as edited the video. We're excited to get it up on itunes ASAP so everyone can own it!
As I've written before, we discovered last fall that B has allergy-induced asthma. We had to give him breathing treatments Thursday night/Friday a.m.—nothing we haven't done before.
When the doctor's office opened, I was on the phone to get him in just to make sure everything was OK. In fact, we were so not worried, that I took J to school while Jeff took B to the doctor and I was going to meet him there in a few minutes. (we usually have to wait 30-60 minutes to be seen—which is a whole other post)
When I got there, B was not only in a room but already being treated. He had gotten sick in the waiting room and I was told, he was very pale and his lips were a shade of blue. What I thought would be a typical office visit suddenly became an emergency.
Jeff and I were told B was in "respiratory distress." They had called an ambulance and he needed to be admitted into the hospital. Our local hospital doesn't have a pediatric ward so we needed to go 30 miles to another one. In the meantime, they didn't think he was in a good position to be in the ambulance that long so we needed to stop at the local hospital's ER to stabilize him.
So off I went in a squealing ambulance with my little man. He was so scared, I'll never forget the look on his little face. Although, as we weaved in and out of traffic with the siren going, I heard a very tiny "woo hoo" come from his mouth and for just a moment, his eyes looked at me like, "whoah Mom, this is cool."
He was admitted and we spent the next 24 hours watching his oxygen levels go up and down—machines that beeped like crazy every time we fell asleep and his deep breathing would make the levels drop—finally getting to a place we can treat him at home. Thankfully he can't read this, but there was a nurse or two* (who were less than helpful) that I'm not all that upset were the target of a B-man tantrum—that kid can kick!
Here he is (via camera phone). 
And, in case you're worried about him. Here he is within an hour of being home. His brother fell asleep and he's taunting him! (I only let it happen long enough to snap a pic—bad mom)
All-in-all, an exciting weekend I'd like to never repeat. And we thought we'd just be going to see the Wiggles. Oh well.
*note to nurse: if you don't want to be called "chunky" yourself, may I suggest you not call my sick son that. It's not cool to tease anyone at any age.
As I've written before, we discovered last fall that B has allergy-induced asthma. We had to give him breathing treatments Thursday night/Friday a.m.—nothing we haven't done before.
When the doctor's office opened, I was on the phone to get him in just to make sure everything was OK. In fact, we were so not worried, that I took J to school while Jeff took B to the doctor and I was going to meet him there in a few minutes. (we usually have to wait 30-60 minutes to be seen—which is a whole other post)
When I got there, B was not only in a room but already being treated. He had gotten sick in the waiting room and I was told, he was very pale and his lips were a shade of blue. What I thought would be a typical office visit suddenly became an emergency.
Jeff and I were told B was in "respiratory distress." They had called an ambulance and he needed to be admitted into the hospital. Our local hospital doesn't have a pediatric ward so we needed to go 30 miles to another one. In the meantime, they didn't think he was in a good position to be in the ambulance that long so we needed to stop at the local hospital's ER to stabilize him.
So off I went in a squealing ambulance with my little man. He was so scared, I'll never forget the look on his little face. Although, as we weaved in and out of traffic with the siren going, I heard a very tiny "woo hoo" come from his mouth and for just a moment, his eyes looked at me like, "whoah Mom, this is cool."
He was admitted and we spent the next 24 hours watching his oxygen levels go up and down—machines that beeped like crazy every time we fell asleep and his deep breathing would make the levels drop—finally getting to a place we can treat him at home. Thankfully he can't read this, but there was a nurse or two* (who were less than helpful) that I'm not all that upset were the target of a B-man tantrum—that kid can kick!
Here he is (via camera phone).
And, in case you're worried about him. Here he is within an hour of being home. His brother fell asleep and he's taunting him! (I only let it happen long enough to snap a pic—bad mom)
All-in-all, an exciting weekend I'd like to never repeat. And we thought we'd just be going to see the Wiggles. Oh well.
*note to nurse: if you don't want to be called "chunky" yourself, may I suggest you not call my sick son that. It's not cool to tease anyone at any age.
