learning about adoption

Me: Abbie, we are going to Chick Fil A tonight for dinner. Mr. Brian and Ms. Leslie are adopting a baby from another country.

Abbie: Is it Guinea? Harry Belafonte said something about Guinea.

Me: I don't think it's Guinea. It's somewhere in Africa. (we watch a LOT of Muppets at our house. She really likes Harry Belafonte, and she wants a Linda Ronstat t-shirt.) It costs a lot of money to adopt a baby from another country, and Chick fil A is going to give part of the money that they make tonight to Mr. Brian and Ms. Leslie to pay for their adoption.

Abbie: Why does it cost so much money to adopt from another country? Is it because the kids there are so cool, because they can speak other languages not English? English is just regular.

Me: Well, it costs a lot of money because it's so far away. Mr. Brian and Ms. Leslie have to travel a long way to get their child. You know, it might not be a little baby. It might be a boy or girl about your age, or Drew's age, or it might be a little bitty baby.

Abbie: If it's a girl will you make her bows? And headbands? And flip flops? And will she wear long dresses like I like?

Me: Yes sweet girl, I bet she will.

Oh how I love my girl's heart!

Saturday night

Squeals from the bathroom,
Tag-team power-wash, soap in the eyes, water on the floor,
Clean pajamas, Tinkerbell and Buzz,
Get the tangles out, brush teeth,
Snuggle with Mommy, mini-mani before bed, clear with gold sparkles,
Tricks with Daddy, hope they don't twist their arms too bad,
Last-chance snuggles with Mommy,
Pull a blanket over our heads, call it a house,
Review the day, what was the best part?
Time's up, it's time for bed,
Duboo Mommy, off with Daddy for an evening serenade,
Good night Mommy,
Daddy's shoulder makes her drowsy instantly,
Prayers at her beside, beneath a princess canopy.

Our Little Bear is sick

A bug has gone through our house lately, and the Little Bear has it now. She's in a "pile (aka a pallet)" at the foot of our bed. She her hair in a pony tail so we don't have to worry with it if she has to "yuck." She found a bow that matches her gown and asked me to put it in her hair. What have I created?