Throwasaurus

WARNING! A LETHAL CHARMER!!

Throwasaurus is a highly intelligent creature. He uses squinty-eyed half smiles (that are way too adorable to be resisted), serious pouty looks (like the one in the photo above), and the double knee, looking-up-at-you-with-my-cute-face hug.

But Beware!! Throwasaurus throws everything. Toys, books, bottles, cups, sister's shoes, diapers (yes, sometimes used ones if you don't catch him in time on the changing table), car keys and Mommy's cell phone into the toilet...no, he didn't succeed, but he got it on the rim. Why does he throw? Well, he got the idea from a beach ball. One of our neighbors gave him a beach ball globe and we taught Throwasaurus how to throw it. We were elated as our eager little learner began to toss it out of his play pen and giggled as we tossed it back, only to have him toss it out again for another pass back. Well, you can figure out the rest, I guess. He started to throw everything. We tried to ignore it hoping he'd stop if we didn't pass things back to him. Wrong! He discovered it was much more fun to let things hit the floor and make that loud CRASH sound. 

We are currently looking to curb Throwasaurus' throwing habit. It's tough though, because he loves the sound things make as they crash to the floor. I think he also likes the way sister and Mommy jump when he succeeds. He's getting it, though. Now he takes the object he wishes to launch, squats down and bangs it on the floor.

Ah, well. Half-way is better than nothing.

- The Mamasaurus

Clingasaurus

WARNING! SHAMELESS FLIRT!!

Clingasaurus is a sly creature. She gives the outward appearance that she is timid and shy all while wrapping you around her dainty little finger. She can give lethal smiles that melt the observer into a pool of goo (observe photo above), stares you down with her soulful eyes all while touching your face gently with her little hands as if she's trying to memorize it (she isn't, it's just another one of her wiles...) and has the eye sight of an eagle to spot bling-bling from a distance of twenty feet and upon getting the bling-bling in her fist will not let go until the owner gives it up or becomes choked (since chains and pendants seem to be her favorite).

Clingasaurus is so named for her need to cling to her Mommy all day long. Her number one goal in life is to become surgically attached to Mommy's hip. Until she achieves her goal however, she will get what she wants by any means necessary. Clingasaurus has sobbed for Mommy (while Mommy is within five feet of her) because she was being held by someone other than Mommy, quivered her chin (which got an immediate reaction) and has even resorted to telling Mommy off in her baby language, "Eh, eh-ma gaa baa! Eh gaa baa daa baa GAA! BAA GAA!!". Which, loosely translated means, "I want my Mommy! Get me outta this stinkin' chair NOW! RIGHT NOW!"

We are trying to ease Clingsaurus out of her clinginess. This of course, is not something Clingsaurus is happy about. But we're making strides. The other day Clingasaurus was heard yelling to her brother, "Eh, Brah-brah baa daa GAA!", while holding out her little arms to him.

Apparently her brother has lost his ability to speak baby since he started walking. I'm sure if he understood Clingasaurus he would've taken exception to the fact that she demanded he pick her up out of the exersaucer and play with her.

Ah, well. At least she wasn't yelling at Mommy.

- The Mamasaurus

My very first blog post...no more, no less.

Well, it's me, The Mamasaurus. I'm a stay at home mom with two little ones, 17 months and 9 months (help me, Lord) and a third child if you count The Hubbasaurus (who is currently working 12 hour days, Lord, PLEASE, help me). This blog is simply my attempt to keep sane.

We'll see how that works.

Right now, I'm on temporary hiatus while the children are nestled all snug in their beds (including The Hubbasaurus). Having children eight months apart translates into my home looking like a war-zone most of the week and me doing weird things like, putting the baby monitor in the fridge and carrying the container of milk up to bed, setting it down on the night stand and wondering why I can't hear my children's usual nightly snuffles and snores.

Break? Yes, I need one. I have no idea what's happening on my favorite TV shows, but I can tell you what Dora did last week and why Percy was so mad at Thomas the Tank Engine yesterday. With the kind of hours The Hubbasaurus is working the only romance I can get is from the Disney channel (what's Peter's problem anyway? Why can't he just commit? What's so great about Wendy, anyway? I mean, you can't get better than a freakin' fairy for godssake!).

I read a humorous article in the local paper once by a single mom saying that it had been so long since she'd been out on a date that she was starting to have intimate thoughts about Anthony Field...the blue Wiggle. I laughed so hard when I read that my morning coffee almost came out my nose.

How did I manage to have two children eight months apart? Adoption. My children are adopted from Korea. They are two of the most amazing and beautiful children I've ever seen and I am completely blessed to be their 'Mamasaurus'. It took thirteen years for The Hubbaurus and I to have kids. Was it worth it? You bet. I am the busiest, tiredest, craziest and happiest I've ever been. Some days I think I'll meet myself coming in the door. But it's all worth it. All of it. Even the sleepless nights, tantrums, stomach flu (yeck), no alone time with the Hubbasaurus in God knows how long...it's all worth it.

Someone said to me at Babies 'R' Us the other day, "That was a great thing, what you did for these children..." I shudder when people say things like that. I DESPISE when people canonize me for adopting my kids. I'm no saint. I'm a Mom just like any other Mom. The difference is that my babies didn't grow in me, but in someone else. I believe that God makes families, we do the leg work (no pun intended). We may have sex and get pregnant, we may go through adoption procedures to have a child, but the bottom line is, God chooses who will be together. Our family was created through the grace of God and nothing in this world can break that kind of bond. Nothing.

I have enormous gratitude and respect for the birth-parents of my children, especially the birth-mothers. I can't imagine what it feels like to let go of that precious life you've just given birth to, but my children will know just how much their birth-mothers loved them.

Many times, while walking through a store, someone will comment: 

"Your children are so beautiful, are they brother and sister?".

This is a frequently asked question.

I always smile anyway and say, "Yes." This always gets an extra "Awww" from the asker of the question. Yes, I know they were asking if my children were biologically brother and sister, but my answer has been and always will be, "Yes."

Yes, we are family. No more, no less.

- The Mamasaurus