Spiderman is My Kind of Man

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....

Comments

[Annika]

If you decide not to marry Spiderman, let me know. He sounds splendid.

[baggage]

I'm sorry I missed the party. I'm definitely going to donate though..heading to bed now but will be back in the morning to check it out.

[Nan]

Ah, but does he cook? That's one of the key criteria for worthiness. I think Moonpie's on the right track!

[Toni]

I like the fabric. Showed it to Muffin and she wanted a dress out of it. Wonder if that would work??

[Psychgal]

Spiderman is flexible and all, but has she checked out Superman's pecs? Plus, isn't he a homeowner, what with the whole Fortress of Solitude thing?

[Tara Holahan]

Reading this post just made my day at work - must have laughed for 5 minutes straight from your reaction "I think D might have some competition. Does his own laundry, let's me ride tractors, and takes me to Mexico?"

[Abra Leah]

I miss Getupgrrl, too. I hope she is doing beautifully and is happy.

Happy Birthday!

[Lawmommy]

We turned down 4 waiting children from our agency before we found our daughter, who, I believe quite fiercly, was the absolutely meant to be our daughter. (She's been home about 15 months now...)

But, it does kind of make one feel like an asshole to send those photos and files back to your agency. (I tell myself I would feel like a bigger asshole if we had accepted a child who had needs greater than we could provide for, and ended up failing them in some monumental way...)

Gretchen