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Very Inspiring Blogger Award

I was nominated for the “Very Inspiring Blogger Award” by Chronicles of a Public Transit User (Sweetness6645)!! How cool is that 🙂

Inspiring Award

It has been a crazy couple weeks getting ready to be a foster parent. Unfortunately, the foster care system seems very overworked because we have received three calls in the past week to take in kids…

Anyway, now that I have the toddler asleep in his crib, I can respond to this very cool award.

The award rules:

1. Display the award logo on your blog.
2. Link back to the person who nominated you.
3. Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them.
4. Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award’s requirements.

My nominees are:

  1. Ranting About Rectangles, inspired me to pursue becoming a foster parent (and is inspiring in general, which is why I married her).
  2. Bucket List Productions inspires me, and many others, to pursue the joys in life “now.” Buckets lists were, at one time, for people at the end of their lifetime to make up for all the goals they never accomplished. But Bucket List Productions inspires people to pursue their bucket list goals “now.”
  3. Waiting On a Word, one of many great blogs I follow, which inspire me to be a better parent and a better blogger. Waiting on a Word already received this award from someone else, which helps you understand how awesome this blog is!!!
  4. Pudding the Damage On, another great blog that inspires me to be a better parent.
  5. Rosie Says, a blog about gender issues that reminds me there is still a lot of gender inequality in the world… whether it is women in the U.S., or women in the Egypt protests. This inspires me to continue working to make the world better.
  6. The Return of the Modern Philosopher reminds me that the world has a lot of stories. When life seems to be a bit too stressful, reading some of his posts inspires me to relax and not sweat the small stuff.
  7. Sounds like Orange inspires me to sample new music. Every week there are new music artists reviewed on this site… along with other interesting posts 🙂
  8. Livenowandzen, inspires me not only as a blogger but as a parent. The honesty in her posts is humble, plus she is a very good writer.
  9. The Thesis Whisperer, well, I am a graduate student… so this blog is very helpful to me. It inspires me to be a better academic writer, and to not give up when grad school gets “gradschoolish.” In addition, it was because of this blog that I followed through with the idea for a mini-retreat to finish my master’s paper!
  10. Don’t We Look Alike, a blog that has been encouraging to me during the foster care journey my wife and I have pursued.
  11. Drops of Ink, a blog that has already won this award (3 times). You should still check out the haikus / poetry produced by this blog on a regular basis.
  12. Lost in Thot, a blog of wonderful photography that inspires me to attempt great photographs.
  13. Running for Haiti, someone like me who is running for a cause!
  14. Jump for Joy Photo Project, inspiring and fun blog from a creative photo artist.
  15. Leanne Cole Photography, an inspiring and dynamic photo artist that everyone should check out.

I was nominated for this award a couple weeks ago. Again, thank you to Chronicles of a Public Transit User (Sweetness6645). I apologize in the delay for responding to it, but as you know the last couple weeks have been quite busy and amazing for me as I became a foster dad for the first time!

For a foster update, this happened yesterday. I do not have a pseudonym for the foster kid yet:

Kid was hungry, so I made a bottle of milk and formula. The kid started clapping and laughing in anticipation. I turned, dropped the bottle… and it was like a milk volcano erupted in the kitchen. Kid’s laughter turned into crying, literally, over spilled milk. Even though the kid was freaking out, I faked being calm, and in supersonic speed I had a new bottle of milk/formula ready. The kid laughed and guzzled the bottle of formula. While the kid guzzled the bottle of formula, the cats and I cleaned up the spilled milk in the kitchen.

 

That’s all for now! Thanks for reading, and have a safe and wonderful 4th of July!!

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Today I Became a Dad for the First Time – Plus, my 200th Post

Happy Father's Day

Today I became a dad. A foster dad. So yes… this is an exciting day. But remember, when a child goes into foster care it is one of his/her worst days EVER.

We got the call last week that we would be getting our first placement… Continue reading Today I Became a Dad for the First Time – Plus, my 200th Post

I Don’t Miss Sleep Anymore

Great post about being a parent

Live Now And Zen

The other night our double bedroom doors burst wide open at 1:03 a.m., startling both hubby and I awake. From the light in the hallway, I could make out that the perpetrator of our early morning wake up call was our youngest son, Luke.

“What’s up, Luke?” I asked, although I already knew the answer to this question.

Luke is our “good” sleeper. While his brother tosses and turns in the top bunk, Luke slumbers peacefully. He sleeps in cars, on planes, and in restaurants. When he’s down for the count, you usually don’t have to worry about him again.

“I had a nightmare,” he replied as he quietly closed the door behind him with sudden politeness.

“Really? What about?” I said.

As he began to climb onto our bed, he started recalling a dream wherein he was being chased in Roblox, which is some new video game he and…

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Green Eggs, Adoption, and some Ham in the Philippines

Green Eggs, Adoption, and some Ham in the Philippines by IshIsm.com
Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss

In the Philippines I have seen a lot of children who are struggling toward an impoverished future because of the extreme poverty of their parents. I myself grew up very poor in the United States. So poor that some winters I lived in a house with no power with my mother. In addition, I was in a foster home and nearly adopted when I was 11-ish. That was in the 1980s. Today in the United States, if social services discovered the same conditions I was living in… a child will most likely be put in a long-term foster home or adopted.

However, adoption in the United States is different than adoption in other countries. Adopting a child in the United States may mean having a child with emotional disorders from parental abuse. It could mean adopting a child with birth defects from maternal drug abuse. Adopting in other countries reminds me of what I stereotypically think of adoption… taking in an orphan. However, there is a long list of reasons why an international child can be an orphan which can cause emotional issues that do not involve the death of parents. In Uganda, many mothers abandon their children from a previous marriage when they got remarried because the new husband only wants to take care of HIS children.

Anyway, my wife and I are staying with a wonderful family in the Philippines while I do my research on poverty and health care. One of the cool things about this family is their commitment to adoption. I am honestly unsure how many children they have adopted over the years, but I am guessing it is 8 or 9 (I lost count). It is something the father in the family strongly believes in because he grew up an orphan in the Philippines.

Well, adoption is something I have always been interested in because of how I grew up. I have already started collecting Dr. Seuss books to read to my children some day. I have great memories of Dr. Seuss books despite how hard growing up was for me. Green Eggs and Ham is the book that inspired my love of reading. However, the point is… whether I have biological children or adopted, I want to read to them. And I don’t want to read to them from an ipad. I want to read to them from a book. With paper. And whether it is The Sneetches, Green Eggs and Ham, the Lorax, or another story… Dr. Seuss is something I want to share with my kids.

Hearing this man in the Philippines talk about the children he has adopted, and the extreme poverty they were living in before, rekindles my spirit to adopt. Adopting any child is probably going to be emotionally challenging. How will I handle a child if he/she has behavioral issues from parental abuse? These are things I think about when I consider adopting. Do I have an incorrect stereotype when I think adopting a child in the U.S. most likely means adopting a child with behavioral issues?

Adopting right now might be crazy because I am in grad school working on my thesis… but someday sooner rather than later I hope to open my home up to adoption. My main limitation is finances.

Sunday we met a family who has “pseudo-adopted” 6 beautiful little girls. I am still learning how things work in the Philippines, but pseudo-adoption is the best term I can think of to describe it. This family feeds, clothes, and provides shelter for 6 girls who have mothers … but the mothers need financial help. So, we have seen two different types of “adoption” in the Philippines. I guess the pseudo-adoption could be considered similar to sponsoring a child… but how many sponsored children do you know of that “live” in the home of the sponsor? Seeing these 6 beautiful little girls who were “pseudo-adopted” reinforced my desire to adopt.

Well, this post is starting to ramble… so I will finish with some ham. The Philippines has no Home Owners Association. Personally I hate HOAs. Where is this going? Keep reading.

My wife and I have stayed with two different host families. This past Sunday, we returned from spending the weekend with the second host family (the ones who pseudo-adopted the 6 girls). And the neighbors were having a wake. In the Philippines, our host told us a wake can go from 6 p.m. to midnight… and sometimes longer. Well, the neighbors had at least a 24-hour wake. And at 3 a.m. the neighbors decided to slaughter a pig. And then they slaughtered a second pig at 5 a.m. I am not sure if this was for the people at the wake, or perhaps in preparation for a large dinner sometime in the evening… but my wife and I definitely noticed when the two pigs were slaughtered at 3 a.m. and 5 a.m.

If you have never heard a pig being slaughtered, it sounded similar to what I imagine a poltergeist would sound like… wailing, screeching, for several minutes. This may be the only time in my life I wanted an HOA, because by my estimate we were within 30 feet of the screeching and wailing pigs. Before coming to the Philippines I never imagined I would add “not being woken up by the poltergeist-like sounds of pigs being slaughtered” to my list of reasons that I miss the USA.

Well, that is all for now. I am exhausted because the slaughtering of the pigs really disrupted my sleep pattern. Thanks for reading and have a wonderful day!