January

What to say?  It's January, and around these parts that means cold weather and post-holiday attitudes.  Maybe not so much at our house.  We were just watching a recap of the Presidential inauguration on CNN.  What a proud day for our country!  We are still basking in the joy of our recent adoption, and Russ is happy in his new job and thankful to be working.  These are some good times.

Last week, we had Owen farmed out (literally) to live with my parents for a while.  He has been so out of control lately and I know he needs more exercise than he has been getting here.  It's been a quiet week here with Zeus, who is the non-barker/obedient dog of the two.  But because Owen has some sort of tenure in our household, he will never completely go away.  Just for short periods of time now and again. My feelings for him did actually waver a little after seeing Marley and Me.  It made me want to go home immediately and hug him, which I did.  But the next day, things were back to normal, and the feelings were short-lived.  My parents report he is happy with them, so I'm not in a huge hurry to bring him back--yet I do not want to take advantage of their generosity--any day, they could call up in an angry state demanding that he has to leave.  Ok, I doubt that will happen, but you can't underestimate the power Owen has to annoy people.

I worked this weekend and actually had to float to pediatrics on Sunday night.  I don't think I've been there for over a year.  It was similar to the clinic stuff as far as the age of the kids I cared for, but in a much more acute setting.  I had a great conversation with a co-worker (also a nurse floating from another unit) who I hadn't seen in a while.  She was asking a lot of questions about China, the process of adoption, etc. and I was happy to give her the information.  Hey, you never know when you may talk to someone who could be interested in going through it themselves.  In the middle of our conversation, the nurse who normally worked on the unit approached us and entered the conversation.  She was more than a little pregnant.  When my other co-worker excitedly told her, "Meg went to China this year and adopted a little boy!", she responded with, "oh, that's so nice! But....don't you ever a child of your own?"

Sigh.

During our homestudy, we took classes to prepare for stupid comments such as these.  In my head, I've always had some sort of a comeback, like, "nope! We thought we would just rent Caleb for a while."  And yet, I never think of those things in the moment, when someone asks such a question (and it isn't the first time it's been asked).  How to respond?  My irritation aside, I actually felt sorry for this woman, who, by taking such an attitude, has missed out on one of the greatest joys I never imagined I would have.  And that's what this blog is about anyway, right?

In short, this has been a small rant.  But it's not to say that others don't deal with dumb people in other areas of life.  Or that I never thought I would hear such  comments.  Oh well, this kid is mine.