Best Of . . .

Rage Against the Minivan is primarily a blog that explores the indignities of motherhood.  I've had a few.  Like the time my son rode his bike through horse poop that flicked back up at me for the rest of our mile-long hike. There was a floater once, and also the time when I flashed a crowd of children at the fair or spilled a mug of beer on my pants and had to wear a wench dress home.   Or the time my daughter pooped for Disney.

I also try to keep it real about my imperfections, like my tendency to spill things, my irrational anger at the Brooks Brothers display, the fact that I used a medicine dropper to fill a flask for a child's birthday party, and the time I was in a flashmob.  Sometimes I overshare about my process as a mom.  Like weaning my last baby or my tendency to catastrophize, or my ambivalence about leaving my pyschotherapy practice and general feelings of inadequacy. I have wavering convictions on gun play, I passionately hate of children's music, I make false promises to my kids, and  I fail at holidays in general.

Though, it wouldn't be Rage Against the Minivan without a healthy dose of ranting.  I've been known to get my panties in a wad about Christians behaving badly, dealing with prejudice towards my kids, and the myth of the colorblind kid.  I can get a little passionate about politics, too, but it would be unseemingly to go into all that just as we're getting to know each other.  (But if you must, some of it's here.  Don't say I didn't warn you.)

I'm also passionate about adoption.  I was invited to talk about it on The View, and afterwards I wrote a little manifesto about the things I wish I had said.  I've talked about the hard wait for our son from Haiti, the adjustments in toddler adoption, and how we're really faking it, how we hope he can get his swagger back as he learns to live life in a family.  I've written about some of the beautiful moments, some of the surprising moments, and some of the more difficult aspects of adopting (especially after we've all survived a life-changing earthquake).  I've also written about our long journey to adopt our foster son, Jafta.  You can click here to read some of my favorite posts about adoption.

And like any mommy blogger, sometimes I just post about the deliciously cute things my kids do.  Like Karis learning to walk, or Kembe's helpful little nature. Like tea parties with India or Jafta's penchant for costumes.  Or our family dance party.





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