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We knowest that thou liketh the music. However, when thou shares a video, or is telling me about a touching moment in thine day, I do not needeth to hear "Baby Got Back!" at 1,000,000,000,000 dB. (<-thateth means decibels.) I also do not appreciateth having to scour your sidebar for the mute button so that I can restarteth the video in the first place....eth.
Thou Shalt Not Cram Thy Sidebars with Crap
It is not appeasing to mine eye. And I shall see fit that you know it by declaring today UnCluttering Day in Blogdom, which will be celebrated from henceforth and forever on the first Friday of every month. So go, and do these things which I have commanded or else be faced with mine wrath.
Thou Shalt Obey the Law of Attribution
And give credit where credit is due. Thou shalt NOT steal other people's words. (Tho if thou must do a meme every now and again, we bequeath thee, to make it original and genuine.)
Thou Shalt Respect the Blogger
We wisheth to make you understand that bloggers are sharing their life with thee. They should be treated with dignity and respect. Thy blog is an extension of thy living room, so if whosoever asks that ye removeth your shoes before entering, you shall receive him inasmuch with a willing heart. Noteth of Great Importance: Etiquette is Subjective. What action is required and applauded on one blog may not be on another. Use wisdom in thy dealings with thy fellowmen.
Thou Shalt Be Brief. And to the Point. And use correct Grammar.
We knoweth thou has lots to say. But in doing so, you must excite us and help us to understand. Thy blog readers are like sheep, and they are easily misguided and lost amid long-winded paragraphs. Be a good shepherd and help us to understand thy parables, that we might learn from them.
Thou Shalt Blog For Thyself
If thyself does not love thy blog, we cannot love thy blog. Wouldst thou go a a week without food or drink? I say nay, but thou wouldst abandon thy blog with no second thought? Verily, I say unto you, it is not required that thou shall post daily, but more than 10 days is cause for alarm. If thou dost vacation, thou shall leave notice in the form of a post.
Thou Shalt Not Post Incessantly
Thou art not Perez Hilton. Thou dost not need to update thy blog when thou goeth to the bathroom. Thou must be strong and resist the urge to share that one hath made use of the toilet at precisely 12:14. Less thou had a child in that bathroom, I really shalt not care. Quality, not quantity, is the proper aim.
Thou Shalt Screw the Numbers
We knowest that thou liketh the comments. Leaneth in closer as I am about to impart great wisdom on thee..... the numbers don't matter. Thou art blogging for thyself. And thyself rocketh. Show us how much thou rocketh, and we shall give thee praise. But if thou hideth thine awesomeness under a great rock, we shall not see it. It is with great wisdom that I tell you to ignore thine statistics. Thy head doth get too caught up in the nonsense, and then the head doth command the fingers to do stupid things. If thou are questioning if something thou didst was stupid, it probably was. There are many a great unknown and obscure blogs. We say it is better to be obscure than to be crap. And above all, thou shalt remember, connection beats transaction.
Thou shalt link with love
Thou shalt not demand link love be reciprocated. If thou lovest a blog and wish to link, then thou art welcome. If thou liketh a blog but only because thou wisheth to be on thy blogroll, then I say to ye, Get Over Thineself, thy goal is transparent as a windowpane. Nevertheless, be generous with your link love, and build connections with thy readers. Generosity begets generosity.
Thou Shalt Respect Privacy
Whilst thine own blog is welcome to all, your fellowmen mayst not appreciate the traffic. Truly, thine fellowman may be journaling for none other than his self. They may feel nervous and scared when unknown forces fall upon him. If thou wishes to link, use the same discretion of thine fellowman. Do not use their entire full names, as they are highly google-able. And thou shalt not collect email addresses for purposes of spam.
*dost thou knowest that this very day is the last day to enter into the contest? You shall go and enter, here.*
Andrea Nepa’s new children’s book, Red In the Flower Bed: an Illustrated Children’s Story About Interracial Adoption fills a great void in the canon of books for transracially adopted children. While the body of “books for adopted kids” includes many wonderful books that would be a treasure on any adopted child’s shelf, the presence of transracial adoptive themes are noticeably underrepresented. As I read and re-read this book (all the while picking the brain of the author), it was clear that this literary effort was certainly rooted in love.
Red In the Flower Bed tells the story of a small poppy seed and its long journey to a beautiful garden where it doesn’t resemble any of the other flowers. As it grows tall and blooms, it learns that our differences are beautiful and needed—and we, the readers, take away the idea that transracial adoptive families are more complete and radiant because of those differences.
The author and her husband adopted their daughter, Leah, from Vietnam more than seven years ago. A registered dietician by trade, Ms. Nepa didn’t consider writing a children’s book until Leah was diagnosed with cancer at age five. In an interview with the blog Road to Ethiopia, the author said, “The idea started when my daughter started asking questions about her adoption, and we didn’t have the answers. One especially sad memory is her at 5 years-old sitting in a hospital bed receiving chemotherapy and asking, ‘Does my birth mother know I’m here?’…Her journey as a young infant to the other side of the world and then fighting cancer seemed like a big journey for a little girl.”
Though the author clearly intended this book to benefit adopted children—especially her own—it’s obvious that residual benefit resulted. I asked Ms. Nepa how the book-writing process was for her, as an adoptive parent, and she responded, “I think that writing this book has been good for me possibly because it has forced me to see adoption from my child's point of view and it has helped to define how I feel about adoption. More than anything it has allowed me to use my artistic abilities in writing and illustrating that I wouldn't normally use in my career. It has also allowed me to have more contact with other adoptive families.”
Those contacts with other adoptive families that have come in the sharing of this book and through their adoption experience have also been of great benefit to the author. When I asked how those interactions have impacted her family, she replied, “We are in close contact with several of the families that we traveled to Vietnam with to adopt, and they feel like a second family to us. The kids call each other ‘cousins’ and know that they all came from the same orphanage… I think it is important for the kids to see that not all kids look like their parents and that families can be different from other families.”
Through simple (but beautiful) illustrations, Ms. Nepa has created a subtle-yet-profound venue in which parents can open an age-appropriate dialogue with their children to answer the inevitable questions of “Why don’t I look like you?” and “How did I come to our family?” and the heartstring-tugging “Didn’t my birth mom love me?” Having a catalyst for those important conversations—in this case, for transracial families—is a valuable tool to create unity and understanding while celebrating the differences.
The idea of a seed and a flower is powerful, yet a concept that even young children can understand. The author said she chose a flower and a seed “because of several reasons: The seed blossomed into another red poppy like its birth mom to represent the fact that a child retains his/her heritage no matter where it lives…When my daughter asks what her birth mom looks like, I say ‘She looks like you,’ which she loves to hear.”
You really can’t place enough value on the books written for kids that are about kids who are just like your kids. And while Red In the Flower Bed was intended for transracial adoptive families, it has great value for adoptive families at-large. As the mother of a Caucasian, adopted child (who is often mistakenly pegged as biological), I found this book to be an asset to our ongoing adoption dialogue—a conversation that grows and matures as our son does. And while “being adopted” is part of our everyday vernacular around these parts—and is as essential to our son’s identity as his blue eyes and wide feet and monstrous cowlick—it’s always refreshing to know that through such a routine activity as simply reading a book, we can maintain those lines of communication—the goal of which is to ensure our son that he is loved from more directions than he could possibly imagine.
After all, isn’t it all about love?
Jen is....well... let's be honest. On some days, she's the unshowered, pajama-wearing, laundry-ignoring, chin-hair-plucking, chocolate-grazing mom at the end of the cul-de-sac. But she's also the proud mother of an adopted 3 year-old boy-genius, wife of a superhero (translation: engineer), and snark-mistress over at It's the Thought That Counts. In her spare time, she likes listening to inordinate amounts of NPR and reading "summer book recommendations" all year long. She is a graduate of Brigham Young University with a B.S. in Geography and knows lots and lots (and lots) of capitals. She and her catch-of-a-husband, Joseph, are co-chairs of the New England chapter of Families Supporting Adoption and live in Massachusetts (i.e. God's country) with their son, Ian. All three are eagerly seeking their next adoption opportunity.
So, let's discuss,
Having a child is supposed to be one of the most fulfilling experiences of your life. And it is. My children are a great joy to me, and I love them dearly. BUT, the effects that pregnancy ravaged on my body? Total bummer.
Enter, the "Mommy Lift." Basically, it's a set of cosmetic procedures, targeted to mommies, that will help get them back to their pre-baby self. Typically, this consists of a tummy tuck, some kind of breast augmentation or lift, and some liposuction.
I haven't had anything like that done.... Yet. Yes, I said yet. I've gotta be honest with you, my body after having 4 children has not exactly "bounced back." No, I have managed to stay rather lumpy, and look a mere 5 months pregnant on a good day.
If I had a magic wand, and a few thousand dollars, I'd invest it straight away into my SELF. Ideally, I'd kneel over on all fours, and tell the doctor to cut off everything that's hanging down.
Now I know not everyone has the same kind of issues I have. Take my older sister. She's had 4 kids, and she looks amazing. She's tall and thin, and what KILLS me, is that she hasn't had to work for it. She hasn't had to diet, or to exercise religiously. She truly is one of those people that is GREAT at being pregnant. She doesn't get sick, she only gains a few pounds, her labors are fast and easy, and she's back to her old self in a few short months. Granted, she doesn't think she looks all that great, but let me tell you, she is freaking amazing. As proof I offer only one item. She wears a swimsuit with no coverup to the pool and people comment that they "just can't believe she has four children!" (Okay, that was two things, but honest to goodness, I don't know how she does it.)
Meanwhile, I did Weight Watchers religiously for 18 months and walked away 20 pounds heavier. I go to aerobics three days a week and get my trash absolutely kicked, and then on the other three days of the week (I take Sunday off) I walk, or jog, or do videos. Point is, 6 of the 7 days of the week, I'm sweating.
So if I had the option to go and get it taken off, sucked out, nipped, tucked, or WHATEVER, I'd do it. I'd be all over that in an instant.
What about you?

















