So many of the old-timer adoption bloggers are going underground or stopping altogether. Maybe it’s a passing the torch thing.

I went out to eat with AmFam and our blog-less friend Paige tonight. AmFam bought me dinner (Indian food!) for messing with her blog. We talked about adoption and race (of course) and sex and sex education. It was the highlight of my week! (And yes, I know this week started off with Christmas but I was tired of the holidays before they started.)

Speaking of adoption, Madison can’t stand to have any closed doors between her and me. I know part of this is 2.5 but I’ve heard adult adoptees talking about this, too, and so I think it’s more than “typical” twos. Also her hysteria is that much more than Noah’s was at this age (and he was a clingy monkey type for a long, long time). She can see me leave more easily than Noah could; she can mix with other kids more easily; and she is more fond of Brett than Noah was but still, she needs to know that she can get to me if I’m home and a closed door (even unlocked) will send her into a panic. So the doors stay open for now.

It’s hard to know — is this really adoption related? Is it “normal” toddler anxiety? But way back when in our adoption classes when we got told to expect this kind of behavior I decided that I wouldn’t worry what was adoption and what wasn’t and just meet the need. So like I said, the doors stay open for now. But I wonder. How can I help wondering?

She’s all about her baby dolls right now. There is Baby Baby, her bald-headed Cabbage Patch (and Baby Baby’s twin, who is white and who she only plays with if the actual Baby Baby got left in the car); there is her Little Sister, a doll with hair; and there is the new one my mom got her for Christmas, Bitsy Baby, who also has hair. She likes these three because they have open mouths. (All the names are her own invention.)

“See, she’s happy,” she tells me. “Baby Baby’s mouth is open!”

She got a doctor’s kit from my inlaws and a package of musical instruments from Jessica. These are keeping her very, very busy. She likes giving people shots (”Say ouch!” she orders) and she likes playing with the maracas (”Just like Violet!” — we sent maracas to cousin Violet last month).

Her other favorite thing is listening to a CD by Jackie Torrence. Noah also loved this CD at her age — I highly recommend it. She tells several nursery stories — Billy Goats Gruff, Goldilocks and a rated G Red Riding Hood. It mesmerized Noah and now it’s mesmerizing Madison. I adore story CDs because they are better than television at keeping kids entertained but they will also do other things while they listen — build with blocks or color or play with their dolls. Madison, like Noah, especially likes The Gingerbread Man and randomly will run down the hall hollering, “You can’t catch me! I’m the Gingerbread Man!” (She will also sit down at dinner and say, “Is this Goldilocks’s chair?”)

Noah’s Christmas gifts included a gameboy, much to our dismay. I won’t get into the whole mess of his getting it except to say that many emotional emails went flying before the big day arrived. Just about everything he got this year needed batteries, which is kinda depressing but what can you do.

Ok. I guess that’s my enormous blog entry for the week. I’m keeping this up as a memory blog for myself and just needed to get Christmas down.

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