Wednesday, June 29, 2016

now we are four

It was a cold morning in February and I was home alone, sewing, when our caseworker called with the news.  I listened carefully and thanked her.  She said, "This is good news, Lauren, " as a reminder of sorts.  We'd weathered a pretty big disappointment the previous fall and I was still wary of anything claiming to be "good news".

Steve and I looked at the facts and we talked it over and we sent the ever important "yes" email and we knew- the "yes" is just the beginning.  Saying yes is like holding hands and jumping off a cliff. It's usually some months later before you find out if you are actually attached to a rope.

The days went by.  Spring, and then summer.  There was the usual mountain of paperwork that grew and diminished. Trips downtown and to the capital.  Notaries, notaries, notaries.  And waiting. Always waiting.

In September, we put Arthur to bed and prepared to stay up late and opened up the computer and there she was. Coloring, playing, peering at us and smiling.  We waved and showed our best stuffed animals and smiled until our cheeks hurt.

Fall found me checking my email obsessively at 9 am for any news that may have arrived in the night. We talked to Arthur, showed pictures.  He stayed up late to see her on the screen and after they colored together and made funny faces, he woke up the next day and said, "Mom, we just need to go get her."

In December I starting clearing the calendar.  We bought some clothes and set up a little bed in our room, hoping, hoping that someone would be sleeping there soon.  Just a few days before the year was over, we got the news that we'd been waiting for.  I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding since February and started packing.

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In my mind, there was never a doubt as to whether or not we'd take Arthur with us.  But after seventeen hours of flying, I was beginning to wonder if international travel could be considered a form of child abuse.  We sat, the three of us, in an airport restaurant in Tokyo, eating food that no one could quite identify.  Steve and I both had the dazed look of people who have been awake for over 24 hours, entertaining a preschooler on an airplane. Suddenly, Arthur piped up and said "This is fun, guys!", which made me want to simultaneously burst into tears and die laughing. He's a real treasure, that one.

Arriving in Taiwan felt a lot like coming home, so much so that it surprised me.  How can a country I've spent less than a collective month in feel like home?  But there are people and places we know there now, and they're all tied up in the growing of our family, so they take on a rosy hue and have become a part of us. It was so, so good to be back.  
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When we picked up Arthur, I remember thinking about how brave he seemed-  this small person who quietly took my hand and went with us, unquestioning, to a completely different life.  Our girl is different from Arthur and brave in her own way.  She has been, from the start, ready to look out for herself.  The first week she was with us, she wouldn't even lay down to fall asleep.  She wanted to keep each of us in her sight at all times.  She took possession of as many things as she could in our small hotel room, pointing to them and stating her name loudly, daring any of us to disagree with her.

We spent the next few days tying up loose ends and trying to get home.  Our family had turned into a tornado of sorts, wrecking hotel rooms and airplanes, grocery aisles and rental cars.  We tore through a Walmart in Detroit at 4 am, where we opened all the foods and just ate as we walked and I let my kids have bottles of juice in the shopping cart which they of course dripped on the floor everywhere we went.  The floor polishing guy followed close behind us and I couldn't muster up even one ounce of guilt. It had been a hard week.

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I used to have a poster hanging in my apartment that said "Time eases all things", which Natalie always thought was a pessimistic thing to have hanging in your home.  But it's a good reminder, you know?  And if I needed it at age 20 when I was relatively care-free, oh how much more do I need it today.

We are five months into this new life together.  Although it is certainly easier than at the very start, I remind myself regularly that it's still early days.  I have yet to figure out how to grocery shop with both kids.  We use paper plates more than half of the time.  Dinner is often canned soup or grilled cheese sandwiches.  I've worried about issues I never even knew were a thing prior to this year.  I play the "she doesn't speak English" card when we're out in public to excuse bad behavior, even though I'm pretty sure she understands 80% of what we're saying.

But there are sweet moments.  The kids hold hands and jump into the pool or giggle under a blanket fort and I get a glimpse of the best friends I hope they will be.  The four of us play in the ocean and, for one moment, everyone is happy. We are getting to know and love the force that is Helen Chen. And it really hit me the other day when our old neighbors stopped by for a quick visit.  Their nine year old daughter was asking about Helen and our trip and she said "Are you so happy now that you have four people in your family?"

There were difficult months- years even- when I firmly believed that we would never make it to four. Yet here we were.  The kids were riding bikes up and down the street and Steve was chasing them and I was that kind of worn out that you only get from months without a break of any kind and I told her "Yes, yes. So happy."

Sunday, June 21, 2015

fathers day

This morning, Arthur and I snuck out early to get donuts for our very favorite person.  Arthur practiced saying "happy father's day" over and over, but then opened with "Happy Birthday!" when the big moment arrived.  He's been literally vibrating with excitement these past few days, just waiting to get the gift out from under the bed and start the celebration and I don't blame him.  There's no one I'd rather celebrate than Steve.



I've tried to think about what makes Steve such a fantastic father and it's hard to separate out those traits from the ones that just make him a fantastic person in general, but there are certainly some that lend themselves more towards fatherhood.  

Steve anticipates our needs before they arise and makes plans to ensure our comfort.

He tries to turn mundane tasks and unpleasant chores into fun adventures, and often succeeds.

Steve is always ready to ride scooters, play cars, build Lego creations, or wrestle on the floor.

He works hard at the office every single day and then comes home and gives his all here too.

Steve has endless patience and rarely raises his voice.  Often, my parenting strategy is just to try and copy him.



Ever since the first day we became a family of three, Arthur has been absolutely crazy about Steve. They even dress like twins sometimes, for fun.  And one of my dearest wishes for Arthur is that, even as he gets older, he would keep on trying to be just like dad.  



Happy Father's Day, darling.  We couldn't love anyone more.  

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

capsule update

I realized the other day that I'd never given an official update on my capsule wardrobe thoughts after making it through a whole season with one.  I've actually already started wearing my summer capsule now (it gets hot early here!) and feel like I may never look back.  I have never been happier with my clothing situation and I feel like that's a really big deal!



So my spring capsule was 40 pieces and there were actually several pieces I ended up barely wearing or not wearing at all.  We had a cool spring, for the south, so my sleeveless dresses and shorts did not get much use.  One shirt ended up with a hole in it about halfway through the season, but that was the only casualty.  I think I ended up wearing about 34 items pretty consistently, and it felt like enough.

The very best part though was never shopping!  I unsubscribed from all of the emails I used to get from clothing retailers.  I stopped browsing online.  And I didn't spend any money.

I knew I'd need to begin my summer capsule around the first of June, so I went shopping the last week in May.  I had planned to carry over about 70% of my spring capsule into summer, but had a small list of items I wanted to fill in the gaps.  Armed with my list, I spent two hours one morning at the mall and bought a bunch of pieces that had potential.  I brought them home, tried them out with each other and with my existing clothing (this took about an hour) and then filled in the gaps on my capsule list with my favorite, most versatile pieces (I stuck with 37 total for summer).  The next day, I returned everything else.  I actually really liked some of the pieces I returned, but I didn't need them, so they went back.  It was so easy to do when I had a list.



I used to think that a capsule wardrobe wouldn't work for every person, but now I'm not so sure.  I've realized so many things about myself and my buying habits since beginning this experiment and I love that it is an exercise in less waste and less spending.

Back in the spring, I put all of my cool weather clothes that I wanted to save in my cedar chest. Everything else that didn't make it into the capsule went in bags and was stored in the attic, in case I needed it.  We had a yard sale last weekend and I sold almost every item of that clothing.  The rest went to Goodwill.  I was a little shocked when we got it all out that I had been keeping all those items in my closet or that I ever thought I needed that many clothes!

It sounds totally counter-intuitive, but now that I own fewer clothes, I never feel like I have "nothing to wear".  One big thing that I noticed is that I had never thought of myself as having a "wardrobe" before- just items of clothing.  Being forced to think about my clothing- and shoes!- as a whole and how each piece might work together is a whole new mindset for me and just makes so much sense!  
The process of creating my initial capsule back in March took a bit of thought and planning, but my summer one came together fairly effortlessly.  I think it will keep getting easier with practice too!  So now I'm curious- have you ever tried or would you ever consider a capsule wardrobe?  I read a lot about them online, but don't know of anyone personally who has tried it.  Probably not for long though, as I'm trying to convert everyone!  I know I mentioned the blog Un-Fancy previously as a great place to start reading about capsules (if you want more details or a more fashion-y approach). Un-Fancy is on a bit of a hiatus right now, although you can still read through all the old posts, but I just stumbled across a podcast by the author this week that I also really enjoyed.  

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

we like to play cars together all night



Arthur came home from school last Thursday with his backpack full of surprises.  He ran up to his room, clutching several things to his chest.

"You didn't see me, Mom?"

"I didn't see a thing."



Two hours later, during rest time, he opened his door and yelled.  "Mom!  MOM!"

I met him on the stairs, his hands full of papers and bags.  He handed them all to me at the same time, told me his teacher had said you could give the surprise to your mom anytime, you don't have to wait until Sunday.  He just couldn't wait.  

Among the prizes were a picture of a bee, a tote bag with hand print flowers, and this letter.



You guys.  It's the best thing I've ever gotten.  And not just because he guessed my age a full 20 years younger and I am really good at jumping.

I love being a mom.  I love being Arthur's mom.


Last week, I rode my scooter next to his bike, up and down the street.  We do this every day from 4:00 to 5:00.  Sometimes we're racing, but sometimes we're just cruising and chatting.  On this particular day, we were discussing our summer plans and things we want to do on our upcoming vacation and I realized, quite suddenly, that Arthur is my friend.  I had assumed that being friends with your kids was something that happens once they are older, if you're lucky.  I never knew what great company a four year old could be, but Arthur is one of my favorite people to hang out with.  



Steve and Arthur made the whole weekend grand and I was sorry when it was over.  The good news is that in May, there's something to celebrate almost every weekend, so I'm already looking forward to the next one!  

Wednesday, May 06, 2015

action shots


Hello friends!  I'm stopping in real quick today to show off a few pictures of my ties in action.  One of my very favorite things is to see people wearing the things I've made and recently I've gotten a few lovely shots that I can't stop smiling at.  


I've outfitted this sweet family for several different photo shoots and am always rewarded with amazing pictures.  


I've also been mailing out a fair number of prom ties lately.  Rebecca and Aidan sent me this picture, post-prom, and I just love it.  

May is shaping up to be a very busy month around here.  As of today, I've taken orders for 18 pocket squares and 23 bow ties.  It's only the 6th.  Totally crazy in an "I'm so excited business is booming but when am I ever going to clean the bathrooms or make dinner" kind of way!  

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Two

Over the weekend, we celebrated two years as a family of three.  Two years.  It sounds super cliche, but it feels like both a lifetime and five minutes, simultaneously.



Steve and I had secret phone conferences and made lists and ran rest time errands and it was totally worth it.  We started the day with balloons and chocolate chip pancakes, ended with sushi and frozen yogurt and had new Matchbox car tracks, bike/scooter riding and feeding horses sandwiched in the middle.  The whole day was full of celebration.



It's the hardest won victories we celebrate the biggest.


You might think that time would fade the magic and awe that we feel surrounding Arthur's adoption.  It could become so much a part of our story that it seems like just another thing we did as part of our grand life adventure together.  


That's not the case though, at least not yet.  The past year has left me feeling even more amazed that Arthur is a part of our family.  Adding one to our numbers still seems akin to climbing Mount Everest or swimming the English Channel- such a big feat that I can hardly believe we pulled it off.  


But we did, and he's here, and I still feel so lucky.  And I'd like to go on the record and say that today (Arthur's actual family day) has been a bit challenging.  Steve is sick, Arthur threw a fit during dinner, and I got off the phone with poison control less than an hour ago after discovering that he had snacked on about half a tube of toothpaste during rest time.  There are Lego's all over the floor and I still need to finish the dishes from dinner and find something for show and tell that begins with "X" (really preschool?!?).  



And I though to myself a minute ago, "I'll take it."  Two years ago we picked up a little boy and signed on for all the toothpaste eating and stepping on Lego's and weird school projects and I'll take it all for the chance to be a part of this exact family.  Here's to another year of us.  

(But also here's hoping tomorrow is a little easier.) 

Saturday, April 18, 2015

for better or worse

We got to celebrate with one of our old friends as he got married last week.

Confession: I always cry at weddings.  To be accurate, I always cry at weddings since I've been married.  It's the vows, man.  They do me in every time.

This time around, I got to thinking that half of the standard wedding vows are a bit unnecessary.  I mean, it's not difficult to stick with someone in wealth and good times.  Don't you feel like you could do almost anything if you were constantly healthy and rich?

But on the flip side, it's much harder to think of someone you want to be with when things are going downhill.  It seems like, before you get married, you should think about things like- 

Who do you want by your side when you receive bad news?

Who do you want to hold hands with in bed when you're both nervous and jittery and can't sleep?

Who do you want to sit next to on an international flight as you head to pick up a child? (this one might not apply to everyone...)

Who do you want to bring you soup and magazines when you're sick?  More importantly, who do you want to wait on while they're sick?

Who could you imagine having fun with, even if you don't have any money? 

I don't know that I consciously thought about any of these scenarios pre-marriage.  I certainly had an idea that hardships with Steve would be better than hardships alone, but it is only now, looking back, that I start to realize how lucky I am.  


The other fantastic thing about the wedding was that one of my college roommates came to stay with us for the week leading up to it.  Shana is pretty much the definition of fun and it was a happy accident that she was here during Arthur's spring break- instant party!  We took walks, ran errands, played trash truck, and ate lots of snacks.  All these pictures were taken with her camera, however I'm not exactly sure who was doing the snapping on some of them.  But, you know- photo credit = not me.  


We've had house guests for most of the month of April so far, but it's back to just three of us now.  We're getting the house back in order and plotting and planning for summer, which is so close I can hardly believe it.  Hope things are sunny where you are!  

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