Thank you to everyone who contributed to my fund raiser tea party. I realized, in retrospect, that I was a wee bit ambitious with the party -- given my inability to respond to the simplest comment or email, why did I expect the masses to delurk for coffee and scones?
I guess I was deluded with memories of the halcyon days, back when Getupgrrl was our champion in sweatpants and Coffee Talk with Soper was a Thursday morning staple.
But for those of you who did participate, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I hope you enjoy the recipes, and for those of you who haven't donated yet the party will be on-going through June. I'll leave a link to it on the sidebar, because, dude, when I throw a party, it lasts for months.
In other news, I am still infertile, Moonpie is still hilarious, and 928 days have passed since our adoption without me getting pregnant, so suck on that, adoption-cures-infertility urban legend pushers.
My birthday was last week, and when we got up I told Moonpie I only wanted one thing for my birthday this year:
MOONPIE: What's that?
SOPER: I want you to go potty in the potty all day.
MOONPIE: Mommy, that's strange.
(after a few moments)
MOONPIE: Mommy, that's icky.
SOPER: No, Moonpie, I don't want what's in the potty, I want you to go to the potty.
MOONPIE: OH!
Glad we got that one cleared up.
Later in the week, Moonpie announced that I was going to marry Spiderman.
SOPER: But I don't want to marry Spiderman, I'm
already married to Daddy. Besides, Spiderman fights bad guys all the
time and gets his clothes all dirty. I don't want to have to do all
that laundry.
MOONPIE: Spiderman does his own laundry.
MOONPIE: AND Spiderman will take you to the farm store and let you ride the tractors whenever you want to.
MOONPIE: AND Spiderman will take you to Mexico.
I think D might have some competition. Does his own laundry, let's me ride tractors, and takes me to Mexico?
We are still waiting for a second child. The fact that Moonpie is adorable and hilarious makes the wait harder, in some ways, and lessens the sting in other ways. I know now, concretely, what I am missing, and I want another little person just like her in our lives.
If I could clone her I would.
The latest child we were offered for consideration turned out to have a heart defect. We live in a rural area, far from a pediatric cardiologist, and we weren't going to be able to give this child the quality of care he deserved. So I am, once again, waiting for a child who doesn't seem in any hurry to get here.
And feeling like an asshole for saying "No" to a child.
While we wait, I'm nesting again, and am decorating the new nursery with a Very Hungry Caterpillar theme. I ordered the new Eric Carle fabric here, and oh my God, it is so cute!
You fixed the bed up for me again, didn't you? How kind!
I'll post a picture of the quilt when I get it finished. If I ever finish....
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