Better late than never but it's the thought that counts. Right? Right!
On 25 July 2011 I wrote my very first blog post. A year on Emma is three, Ben is six months and I'm a little more insane. I have laughed and cried with you and shared my deepest, darkest moments and fears. I've also over shared, from bubble gum stuck in my pubes to the time I sharted myself.
This was the post -
I've been threatening to start up a blog since
time immemorial...well maybe for a year and a bit! I've decided the
time has now arrived. While Emma was still a bundle of poo it wouldn't
really have made sense to diarize her day to day activities as it would
have read pretty much along the lines of "Emma cried", "Emma woke up",
"Emma ate", "Emma poo'd" and so on...
However the tasty little
morsel is developing more of a personality by the day and some of the
Emmaisms we get leave us open-mouthed and often on the floor laughing
anyone who might not know, we adopted little Emma back when she was
three months old. Going on two and bit already it has been a journey of
discovery for us as her parents. Her journey of discovery will happen
when she realizes that a. she's not white or b. we're not black!
would have thought in this day and age that adopting a different colour
baby would cause so many mixed emotions for family, friends and
absolute strangers. We've been accused of 'ripping her away from her
biological mother', of 'robbing her of her culture'. We're asked by
people whether she's "healthy" or for us "tell her story". A word of
advanced warning, should you see us on the street don't ask me whether
she's adopted - my response WILL have 'anal sex' somewhere in it...
were told by so many people about the horrors of adopting, about the
problems that come with it; very few told us about the joys of
parenting, the little smiles and hugs that will make a miserable day
seem so much better. We weren't told about the wit and wisdom that comes
from these little people. And to be honest, I'm glad! No-one's
descriptions of their magic moments would be anywhere near ours and we
have gotten to experience them first-hand.
The amazing thing with
Emma is that she truly found us. She has our sense of humour, her dad's
big forehead, my oddly shaped toes and like both Mark and I, she
already dances to the beat of her own drum.
I look forward to
sharing the highs and lows of raising Emma with you and I hope you enjoy
the journey too...she's a delightful little thing that will have you in
stitches with some of the things she says and does
Through it all you have been there and I thank you for that. You
are my BFF's (blog friends forever). Not because I admire and respect
you all or because you have me in hysterics and tears...no, we'll be