Saturday, July 21, 2012

In the summer summer time...

What a bad blogger I've been. I don't even know how many people out there read this or if we've been missed but I did just now notice that I didn't blog the entire month of June. Which means I didn't blog about our bittersweet trip to Hawaii. I haven't blogged at all so far this July, which means I didn't blog about Ben's surgery or the way it's thrown our little routine quite off. I also noticed that I haven't posted any recent photos of Little Babes, who is growing like a weed. I said to Ben today, "Is he even taller than he was last week? He seems so much taller to me all of a sudden."

Summers in Oregon are a big let down and disappointment to me for the most part. I am a sun loving girl who spent a huge chunk of her life in New Mexico. Although we've been in Oregon for 12 years, I have never quite adjusted to the weather and it seems that these last few summers have been particularly brutal for me. I hate to complain (who am I kidding? I LOVE to complain) but I really would be so much happier living in a different climate. This summer has been a mixed bag. June was awful, wearing sweaters and thinking about turning on the heater should NOT happen in June. July 4th was when things started to turn around but even just today Mr. Littles and I were wearing jackets when we left the house.

NOT WHAT JULY SHOULD BE thank you very much.

The sun did manage to come out today and shine the rest of the day. Hopefully we will continue to have a real summer until at least September but I won't bet on it. I haven't even done our "Summer Fun List" because it has only just recently started to feel like summer. The list is started in my head, and we've already done a few things on it. I feel like a shit for not getting it committed to paper. Just another of those little things moms beat themselves up about I suppose.

Today Little Babes and I met a friend for a play date at the Playground Gym. Before we met them, I stopped in a coffee shop to get a tea and snack. When we sat down a woman next to us was staring at Mr. Littles and said, "He's so cute. Where is he from?"

I don't know if I just wasn't in the mood, Ben's surgery has really thrown me off as I am now the one responsible for the majority of the parenting, but I looked at her and said, "What do you mean?" even though I knew perfectly well what she meant. She replied, "Isn't he adopted? He's adopted right?"

Ugh. Yes, yes, yes.
He is adopted.
He was adopted.
But can't you just say, "He's adorable." and leave it at that?

Anyway, I said, "Yes. He is adopted."

Then she said, "We got one from Liberia."

"We got ONE from Liberia." One what? What does that mean?

I'm sure she was a very nice woman but today was not the day. I just said, "Yep, there's people from everywhere." or something like that and tended to my very squirrely child. I noticed that I've started to bristle when people ask about him or about the adoption. I'm not ashamed of it, never ever. But sometimes I just don't want to be an ambassador or answer people's pointed questions.

Sometimes I just want to enjoy my non-existant Oregon summer in peace.

1 comment:

tracey bell said...

Maybe she was just wondering if your kid and hers would have something in common.. But yeah I can totally see how that would become oh so annoying. I'm with you on the he is so freakin adorable should be enough. as for the climate thing I can't help you. You know it's hot as hades here and I can't stand it most of the time. Hope your summer gets better. And for what its worth I LOVE your blogs..