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Simon Jolicoeur Webster...and his crazy brother

Oct. 11, 2009
4:47 a.m.
7 lbs. 13 0z.
18 inches

Sorry Mama

After MONTHS of struggling with this kid to get him to understand consequences to his actions, he finally surprised me a couple days ago. Let me set the scene for you.

I was bogged down at work that day, and when I finally did get home (3 hours later than anticipated), I was in a mad rush to get things done. I had to make dinner, feed Josiah, and take Naisha to mutual all within 15 minutes. In my haste, I neglected to put the lid onto Josiah's sippy cup. Well, as you can guess, he accidently spilled his milk all over me and the table. He must have seen the disappointment on my face (and possibly heard the swearing under my breath) because all of a sudden he looked at me and said ( in his little high pitched voice) "Sowy Mama". It was the first time he had ever said sorry without being forced or coerced and it was the cutest thing. For the first time I recognized that maybe he does pick up on what we attempt to teach him. It may not sound like alot, but it brightened my day and I didn't even mind running around town with spilled milk on my skirt.

China

We went to China about a month ago. Collin planned the trip and didn't tell me where we were going until we go to the airport. It was a great experience. I don't think I have ever been as culture shocked as I was on that trip. The best part of all was the Great Wall. I climbed all those stairs in what felt like 100 degree heat. Here are some pictures. Included is a picture of the biggest Buddha statue in the world. It was carved from one tree. We tried to take the picture in a way that you could get the full perspective, but it was just too big. It is about 18 m. tall (60 ft.) but stretches another 10 or so underneath.

How can you stay mad at a face like this?

How can you stay mad at a face like this? It's very easy..let me assure you. Josiah has learned how to say "no" for everything and has taken to flinging himself on the floor during tantrums. It drives me absolutely nuts. It takes all I have to not lock him in his room FOREVER. He beats me in public and there's nothing I can do about it because I'd get arrested for disciplining him. It wasn't like that when I was a child. If it was, my mom didn't care. I turned out okay. Why can't things be like the old days? Anyway, here are some funny pictures. One of these is a picture we took while he was asleep. He insisted on sleeping with his shoes, and instead of him going to bed sad, I let him sleep with his shoes.

I told my therapist about you...

So , I have recently changed course in my career. Instead of individual counseling, I will be working with the adoption team of LDS Family Services beginning next week. I am a little nervous. I thought my eyes were opened to a whole new side of human behavior during my counseling, but I was quickly informed that I have not even the slightest idea what awaits me in the world of adoption. I've never dealt with hunting down birth mothers in the slums of old Las Vegas or meeting with individuals under a street lamp in front of a Subway because there is no permanent residence for my client.

So what brought about the shift in careers? Well, after countless horrible experiences with the Board of Social workers, I decided that this was a better fit for my family and I right now. You see, the Board is not generally understanding of women who choose to have families and take time off of their clinical internships to give birth. In fact, after taking time off for Josiah, I was told that I would have to start all 3,000 of my hours over again and continue until I finished. So, I am leaving the world of counseling and entering the world of adoption. Wish me luck!

Really? Really!

I got a message on my phone a couple days ago from the receptionist at my doctor's office. This is what the message said.

Hi Rosemay, I'm calling from Dr. X's office regarding your appointment on Thursday. I just had a quick question about the reason for you coming in...it seems as though you are coming in for an OB appointment and we aren't quite sure if this is accurate, so if you could call us back, that would be great.

Innocent enough, until I called back. Here is our conversation verbatim.

Me: Hi this is Rosemay Webster returning your phone call. You mentioned in your message that you had some questions regarding my appointment?

Rec: Oh, hi, yes. Our records indicate that you are coming in for an OB appointment, but it looks as if you should have had your baby a long time ago.

Me: What?

Rec: It looks like you should have had your baby a long time ago.

Me: Um.... (momentary silence, mostly because I wasn't sure if this was a real question or not) I had my baby in 2007...so......

Rec: Oh, so this is for a different pregnancy?

Me: Yeeeah.....

Rec: Oh, okay well that would explain why we are so confused. Thanks. I'll write that in my records and see you on Thursday.

Me: Riiight....

C'mon, could someone really be that dense? Is it possible to think that I was pregnant in 2007 and that I may STILL be pregnant? Really? Really! I'm still baffled, even as I write this. Maybe I should find a new doctor.

Don't forget the lyrics

So I just put some music from the Rocky soundtrack onto my Ipod in hopes that it would motivate me while I am working out. Yesterday I realized I have been singing the wrong words FOREVER. Here is what I thought the lyrics were:

Its the eye of the tiger,
Its the cream of the crop
Rising up to the challenge of our fathers,
and the last known survivor
sticks his head in the night
and these words he will always be heard
Eye of the Tiger


Actual words:
It's the eye of the tiger
It's the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all
With the eye of the tiger

Embarrassing, I know.

Nostalgia

Here are some things I miss about Virginia. These include the White house tours, the Mall, the Potomac, and Arlington Cemetary....






Parts of hour townhouse. I miss it.

I've been a slacker!!

I found some funny picts of Josiah today.


fun at auntie roz's house


getting busted stealing a potato from the fridge


Holloween

Christmas 08