And they take a heck of a lot more newspaper to train! Both on the floor and rolled up. The next time I'm crazy enough to try either, I'm going to buy an all plastic house and invest in a cattle prod.
darev2005 - I have a very small dog with a very small bladder and I have one still in diapers, you may have something with the plastic house idea!
osolomama – I am not sure where on earth she got this. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by stuff like this; it is not so different than my experience. I see absolutely no parental responsibility whatsoever. The poor kid sounds like she has been diagnosed and medicated with everything under the sun. It looks like instead of saying oops, I guess that was the wrong diagnosis, they just keep adding new ones. But hey, what do I know...
I think it is interesting the Amom mentions that they now have a baby; I bet that has nothing to do with anything. I hope people who dump their kids are automatically disqualified to adopt ever again!
osolomamafrom; http://www.chask.org/waitingchildren.htm “To potential adoptive parents: CHASK's ministry is birth parent focused. This means we are more interested in helping birth moms or adoptive parent finding out God's will for their (and their child's) life. If you are seeking to add a child to your home, minus the ministry aspect, then CHASK is not the right situation for you.”
FMF gets an offer to apply for an adoption grant
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DuskyThough we are rarely posting--the action has shifted to social
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The Revolution will not be danced!
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That was the title of the dance piece that my son choreographed taught to
11 other dancers and performed himself at college. At almost 12 minutes
it w...
Are Adoptees Blank Slates?
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An Adoptee on twitter made an observation that summed up the reality for
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you get...
Hello world!
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Welcome to WordPress. This is your first post. Edit or delete it, then
start writing!…
The post Hello world! first appeared on Judy M. Miller.
Author's Note
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Before I was a mother I have always been a writer. I'm an essayist, a
memoirist, a contributor to fifteen books in Native and Indigenous Studies,
memoir a...
New: Adoption History Website
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My friend and fellow adoption and human rights activist Janine Myung Ja (of
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“Janine’s wo...
Goodbye, WordPress!
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I think I’ve hated WordPress since I first started using it, and that
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obtuse interfac...
How’d it happen
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Today at work, I was thinking about my life. Man, I have a job. I have an
apartment. I pay my bills. I am not in prison or pregnant or living on the
stree...
Updates & Connecting With me These Days
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[image: Black and white image of Amanda from the chest-up with the backdrop
of a large studio room in her new practice]
*Welcome to a space on the web* tha...
Les 11.000 mailles - “Academia Catavencu”
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18 juilliet 2001
Chers lecteurs,
Ce qui suit est une petite histoire qui précède la visite en Roumanie d’un
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Adoption Initiative Conference 2022
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Originally posted on Daniel Drennan ElAwar:
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Friday, March 25 and Saturday, March 26...
Blogging About Saving Money
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A few weeks ago, I applied for a job. (Actually, it was several weeks ago,
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Anyway, y...
Scared
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I wanted to paraphrase myself, as my tummy is in knots just thinking about
going back: Am I important to her? I would like to think I am, that she
thinks o...
Why is Home Décor Essential?
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A day spent alone, and one spent with friends will get you in an entirely
different mood. Your mood depends on your company and surroundings. This
theory d...
SOUND AND FURY
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It’s the noise that brings me to my knees. Noise I can’t control. I spoke
with my psychiatrist regarding it a year ago. He mused on it for a few,
shifted i...
God Works in Shitty, Shitty Ways
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I’ve said it before: One of the things that makes adopto-blogging so
difficult for me is that it’s the same damned stuff, day after year after
decade. So h...
My last CPS meeting
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I don't remember the "official" name of the meeting I attended this
morning. But the gist of it was to find out what the State could do to
salvage the plac...
"The one that adopted me, not the biological one."
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It's so difficult dealing with my mother. The one that adopted me, not the
biological one.
The biological mother I have is far less upsetting than the adop...
The February 2018 Update is...
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that there is no update. Really, are you at all surprised?
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The Wall
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I hit the wall hard on Friday night and I woke up Saturday morning just as
miserable as I had gone to bed. So I . spent the entire day in my hiding
in my ...
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things are going so much better overall with him. The therapist said she
felt li...
Where There’s Smoke…
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Mothers as "Relinquishers"
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Revised 12/21/17*Open Letter to MADDeline Hauter aka Julie,*
Julie, you and I have gotten off to a bad start and I would like to remedy
that. I have been a...
Introducing Becca
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me as Becca Bryer. Rebecca Hawk...
seeds
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on because still nothing is resolved but sometimes I want to talk anyway
and I’...
Another day, Another Seizure...
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Epilepsy never gets any easier. Or easier to write about. Awesome had
another big seizure this morning. The second one this week.
I find myself, as alwa...
College Scholarships for Adoptees
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*Did you know that there are scholarships available for adopted and foster
children?*
Many of these scholarships cover tuition cost, living expenses, c...
All Parent Blogs in One Place!
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If you are looking for all of my blog posts pertaining to therapeutic
parenting, you can locate those on my coaching site. Neat and tidy. I'll
see you over...
Facing Pride of Abandonment
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Despite the number of times she said it, I do not think she was “proud” she
gave away her child. At least I do not think she was proud in the literal
sen...
Manfaat Buah Jambu Air Bagi Kesehatan Tubuh
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Manfaat Buah Jambu Air Bagi Kesehatan Tubuh – Buah jambu air adalah buah
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karena di ...
Chinese New Year Chapter Books for Older Kids
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There are many lists about Chinese New Year books for preschoolers and
young elementary students, but very few highlight chapter books for middle
graders a...
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med...
Near and Far
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the morning around our family Christmas tree, then over to our
grandparents' h...
School Supply List 2014-2015
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I currently have 7 children, 5 of whom will be in public school this year.
Their combined school supply list is forever long. Good thing I buy things
on sa...
Small Update
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I mailed my Dad’s Father’s Day card, which included my letter to him asking
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get to...
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Why couldn't I just leave it here, unfinished? I don't know. Yet, it haunts
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"Let...
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years I was intent on the fact that he would be in school as long as they
allowed...
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Daiily Bastardette moving to Word Press
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[image: Adoption Blogger Interview Project 2013]
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I was there the day he was born.
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(Click to Enlarge)
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Me. That's who!
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I don't have time...
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Back to school 2012
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I have a mome...
Absence Makes The Heart Grow........
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My biosister, Nicole, is a teenager and is 5 months pregnant. Obviously,
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her ...
Two second post
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Farewell to Yoon's Blur
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In light of all the "bre...
My 30 Day Dating Diet
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----My 30 Day Dating Diet Journal----
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Guest Post: A Grandmother’s Adoption Perspective
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From the Beginning
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Screwed Up: My Life
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Part VI
Part VII
P...
4 Comments:
And they take a heck of a lot more newspaper to train! Both on the floor and rolled up. The next time I'm crazy enough to try either, I'm going to buy an all plastic house and invest in a cattle prod.
This is from that child dumping--oops, adoption disruption--website, right? Awful. And these diagnoses sound bizarre.
darev2005 - I have a very small dog with a very small bladder and I have one still in diapers, you may have something with the plastic house idea!
osolomama – I am not sure where on earth she got this. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by stuff like this; it is not so different than my experience. I see absolutely no parental responsibility whatsoever. The poor kid sounds like she has been diagnosed and medicated with everything under the sun. It looks like instead of saying oops, I guess that was the wrong diagnosis, they just keep adding new ones. But hey, what do I know...
I think it is interesting the Amom mentions that they now have a baby; I bet that has nothing to do with anything. I hope people who dump their kids are automatically disqualified to adopt ever again!
osolomamafrom; http://www.chask.org/waitingchildren.htm
“To potential adoptive parents: CHASK's ministry is birth parent focused. This means we are more interested in helping birth moms or adoptive parent finding out God's will for their (and their child's) life. If you are seeking to add a child to your home, minus the ministry aspect, then CHASK is not the right situation for you.”
VOMIT, VOMIT, VOMIT!!!!!
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