I’m officially full term, and Sienna doesn’t care.

She’s waited forever to be born, and I’ve waited forever for her. Sienna doesn’t care.

She “dropped” about a month ago, making my bladder the size of a teaspoon, which causes me to walk around like there is a bowling ball between my legs. Sienna doesn’t care.

I’m still at station -1. Still 80% effaced. And still not dilated. (Well, I’m “maybe” a “fingertip” dilated, says the dr. I think he offered that up half-heartedly to appease the look on my face).

I know, I know. First pregnancies usually go late. There should be no reason to think she would have been early. Get over it. Besides, she’s a lot easier to take care of in there than out here. I know, I know. She’s clearly having too good of a time in there, so just let her be. She’ll come when she’s good and ready. I know, I know.

Enough with the Britney pity party (as my mom used to say).

Moving on — observations of a 2-year-old:

1) Can we address this basketball obsession for a moment? It’s been going on for over a year now. The boy plays basketball every night. He watches basketball on TV, live pick up games, and even high school games. He shouts whenever he sees a basketball hoop, “Mommy, yo quiero dunk it” (Mom, I want to dunk it). He goes to “sports camp” each Saturday where he is supposed to learn a new sport each week. You guessed it, he’s the one and only boy, in the corner, playing basketball by himself the whole time while the other kids play soccer, baseball, tennis, etc. I think we have a phenom on our hands. Or, as my husband says, at least he has the passion. And hey, isn’t that all you need?

2) Boys break things. A lot. Recent deaths have been door handles and blinds. I’m looking forward to tea parties.

3) Brae officially knows more Spanish than I do. He spends 8 hours a day communicating exclusively in Spanish at his school. He’s been at his school since he was 13 weeks old. He’s now 2.5. I’m no good at math, but that is a LOT of hearing, learning, and speaking Spanish. There are often times when he rambles and I just can’t understand him. But I figured it was 2-year-old gibberish. Nope. It’s Spanish. I figured it out yesterday when his teacher laughed and said that Brae was calling one of the other teachers a “lechuza”. I didn’t know what that was (and I know quite a bit of Spanish). After several minutes of trying to find a picture, Brae came up to me and said, “Mommy, la lechuza is “owl.” Tygh and I just turned to each other, stunned.

4) Brae is bossy. I’ve noticed it for a while, but finally asked his teachers if he’s bossy at school as well as at home. They smiled and nodded. Except, they said he’s just the “lider” (leader). Thanks, ladies, for putting a positive spin on it.



  1. It’s GREAT there are people like you out there. As an adoptive mother of 2 and adopted myself it’s people like you that families whole.

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