One year ago today…

Ok, so over the next few months, expect a couple more posts, all reminiscing about a year ago. Because a year ago today we were one more step closer to our lives and our family changing forever. That’s because (thanks to Facebook memories),  exactly one year ago today, we were officially approved as adoptive parents. 

I was sitting at church, earlier this evening, going through my memories, when I saw the reminder. And I suddenly got all teary and emotional. I started thinking about everything that’s happened, just in this last year. 

My Facebook memory from one year ago today!

The last few months waiting for The Call, planning and prepping for “Baby” as best we could. 

Getting The Call, and then having to wait an entire week (the loooongest week of our lives), until we could meet our Noah. 

For 10 days, getting to spend everyday with him, but having to drop him off at the baby home by 6:00pm in the evening – pure torture! 

Having to get an emergency leave of absence for him from the baby home, as he was sick (a blog post on this coming soon), and the ongoing battles with his health over the months. 

Learning how to take care of a 7 month old, adjusting to life as new parents, schedules, routines, teething, crawling, a first birthday, dedication and nappies…oh so many nappies! 

Photo courtesy of Danica Littleton from A Beautiful Day

Thinking over everything that has happened, I can’t help but feel grateful. And so thankful to God for our most precious gift yet. 

Grateful for the opportunity to be a mom. 

Thankful that we’re able to provide for him, care for him, love him. 

Grateful to have toys everywhere,superheroes on t-shirts, bikes and cars parked outside our front door. 

Thankful that everyday we get to hear the delightful giggle, see the beautiful smile, of a little boy who calls us mommy and daddy. 

While searching for a quote online, to caption a photo of Noah on Instagram, I came across this verse, and after today’s Facebook memory, I keep reciting it over and over again in my head. Because every single word of it is true. 

I prayed for Noah. I longed for him. I dreamt about him. 

And now…I have him! One year ago, I would never have thought that I would have a little boy, as special, as delightful, as cuuute as my Noah! 

*Featured photo courtesy of Danica Littleton from A Beautiful Day


An ode to dads…

So, I know Fathers Day was almost a month ago. But, life happens. And I feel like now is the right time to post this. As I lie in bed, with my little prince fast asleep next to me, I find myself missing my husband terribly. Noah and I are still in Cape Town, while Jason went back home to Durban this past Saturday. This is the longest that Jason has been away from Noah and I. We’re reaching the end of a 7days, 8nights stretch of no daddy. And boy has it been tough on our boy. 

He keeps calling for daddy, asking for daddy, looking for daddy around each corner. Everything that looks like or resembles a phone of sorts is picked up by Noah, and he says hello to his daddy. For my part, I keep showing him photos of his dad, as well as photos of him with his dad. I wish I could capture his smile when he sees his dad’s face. The joy, the excitement – it’s beautiful!

Excuse the blurry photo, but this is the best way for me to show you Noah’s face everytime he has seen his dad’s face this week!

This got me thinking of my own dad. We’ve spent the last 2 weeks or so at my parents house. I’ve got to spend some quality time with my parents. Noah has been able to spend some quality time with his grandparents. Noah has missed his dad terribly this week. I miss my dad terribly when we’re home in Durban, and he’s here in Cape Town. 

I’m reminded of very thing my dad does for not just me, but our whole family. And, at the same time, all that Jason does for Noah and I. Dads are a special breed. I’m not talking about fathers who are around when it suits them. I’m talking about the dads who coach sports, have tea parties, build things, wrestle, cuddle, love and protect…no matter what. This is the kind of dad my dad is. And this is the kind of dad Noah has.

And these are just two of the strong father-figures my son has, to learn from, to grow up with, to show him what makes a good man. I’m so thankful for each strong male figure that Noah has, to guide him to become the very best man he can be. He has a dad, grandfathers, uncles, godfathers and close family friends. 

Thank you for the role each of you play in Noah’s life. 

“It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons.” Johann Schiller

Thank you Jason, for being the best dad, who loves Noah unconditionally, fiercely protects him, and would do anything for him. You are his first example of what a true man of God looks like – he could have no better role model!

Thank you dad, for being the best dad for me, for loving me unconditionally, for all the advice about anything and everything, for all the laughs and good times. 

Thank you Don, for being the best dad for Jason, and for all you have done for our family!

Thank you Shane, Destiny, Ryan, George, Robert and Mthoko, for the role each of you are playing in moulding our little prince to be a strong man after God’s own heart. 

I’ll leave you with this verse:

“Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6 NKJV

My little fuss-pot…

When we first got little Noah, he had already started on solids. And boy, did he enjoy his solids! I remember feeding him his dinner for the first time, on the day we met him. I didn’t have to try and entice him to have a spoonful of food at all! He gobbled it all down!

Feeding Noah his supper on the day we met him
I’m so grateful that the amazing baby-home that he was at, make the babies their food. Nothing is store bought, processed ‘food’. I really wanted to make Noah his food. I was nervous at first, but after a quick lesson from a friend, and a few pep talks from my mom, I finally got into making my baby his food…fresh veggies, meat, chicken, all blended into one…yummy! 

We soon realized that Noah loved his food so much, that we used to dread his food finishing. Only because he would cry as soon as he realized another spoonful of deliciousness was not coming. And believe me, he wasn’t crying because he was still hungry…he had very generous portions of food! He just loved his food! 

Before he turned one, I used to make meals in bulk for him, and freeze them in small containers. It worked really well. He enjoyed the food, it was convenient for me, once I had worked out the best routine. Then, when he turned one, I stopped making him his own food. He started eating what we ate. And he seemed to love that just as much! 

That is, until he got a few months older, and wiser…up until a few short months ago, I was so proud – and somewhat boastful, that my baby ate just about anything and everything that I set before him. I felt like I was winning at this mom thing. Suddenly, though, my baby became fussy. He seemed to only eat certain veggies on certain nights, depending on his mood…or something. I can only assume! 

To this day, he still eats certain veggies all the time. But mainly, he won’t eat something if he doesn’t feel like it. But if he does, then he will. And it’s driving this mama a little mad! I’m tired of wasting food. And I really don’t want to have to drown his food in tomato sauce every night – which is what I’ve been doing. It’s just about the only thing that works. 

So, mom’s, here is my question…what tips and tricks have you tried to get your little one to eat their food, and in particular, their veggies? Any tips/advice are welcome please!