Tidbits

Well, I’m writing this post on Wednesday night because I’m going to be cooling my heels at the airport come the posting hour—so I’ll write about a few random things. First: where my pseudonym comes from!

When I was 2–4 years old, I would sometimes put a doily on my head and explain to my bemused mother, “Look, mommy! I Susie Book!” My mom maintains that I spoke and acted completely differently while I was being Susie Book. I don’t remember making it up, and I have no idea where “Susie Book” came from; my middle name is Susan, but I’ve never gone by it or “Susie,” and I certainly wasn’t reading at that point. At any rate, when it came time to pick an adoption handle, the me-who-ain’t-quite-me piece of my past appealed strongly.

So our open adoption agreement calls for Ruth and Nora to send us hard copies of pictures with captions twice a year. We got the first set in May, with a note explaining that they planned to send pictures around Mother’s Day and again around Cricket’s birthday every year. That first photobook had no captions, but that was okay. Well, as Cricket’s birthday approached, I started to expect pictures again—but now the year is essentially over, and we have no second set. I don’t think this is because Ruth and Nora plan not to send pictures—they still link us to pictures online every couple of months—but I think it’s just not on their minds right now. So I ordered prints myself from the website they use to share pictures with us, and I’ve made up a photo album that is what I secretly wanted all along. I thought this would be an encouraging adoption anecdote—look, I problem-solved!—but it looks slightly less optimistic written down than I anticipated. Ah, well.

I’m wearing a maternity dress to my sister’s wedding, and it’s creeping me out a bit. She wants us all to wear black dresses, doesn’t care beyond that; I only have one black dress, and can’t really afford to buy another right now. This dress doesn’t look super maternity-y—it’s a Gap dress, and gathers at the breasts. I of course haven’t worn any maternity clothes since Cricket, and when I pulled it out of the box, I was mildly uncomfortable with the idea of putting it on. Hopefully I won’t have a little meltdown on Saturday.

Let’s end on a high note: I made candied limes! And covered them in dark chocolate! And then made some white chocolate orangettes. I used to cook for my family all the time, so now I try to bring or make something when I visit. I’m worried that the limes will be a bit bitter—I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.