<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 04:26:18 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Reflections of La Gringanadiense</title><description>Preparing for adoption in a multicultural family</description><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-7247927752776492126</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2007 03:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-30T20:32:56.317-07:00</atom:updated><title>Seal of Approval</title><atom:summary type='text'>Just emerging to say that we are officially approved to adopt a Black or Biracial child, aged 0-3. And I couldn't be more thrilled.</atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2007/03/seal-of-approval.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-4154285994934643912</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2006 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-22T07:09:26.720-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Darkest Day</title><atom:summary type='text'>I consider December 21st to be the real New Year's Eve- as the Darkest Day, the rest of the year only gets brighter until summer solstice. So in light of this, I present to you: The Bad Stuff. The dark, the cynical, the difficult, the tragic. Don't worry, tomorrow's post is all about bunnies and flowers. In no particular order:1. Scat. No, get your smutty little mind out of the gutter, I'm talkin</atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/12/darkest-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-8419916569669089953</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Dec 2006 14:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-20T06:54:58.055-08:00</atom:updated><title>True Colours</title><atom:summary type='text'>Papi Bello: I go be a doctor I grow up.Compa: Cool! What kind of doctor?Papi Bello: A yellow and green one._____________________________New post coming soon on our penultimate homestudy session. Promise.</atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/12/true-colours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-6268959223602261858</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Dec 2006 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-12T18:48:30.527-08:00</atom:updated><title>I read it for the articles</title><atom:summary type='text'>So around noon today, as I was going home to obsessively clean my kitchen because THE SW IS COMING TOMORROW FOR MORE HOMESTUDY GOODNESS BUT WE AREN'T THINKING ABOUT THAT, I got into my car, and noticed that there was some sort of plastic wrapped catalogue or something tucked beneath my wiper.That's odd, I thought, I haven't been witness to that sort of marketing campaign before. I wonder what the</atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-read-it-for-articles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-5407090860661963302</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2006 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-09T11:44:42.080-08:00</atom:updated><title>Gender &amp; Adoption</title><atom:summary type='text'>Cross-posted at Canada Adopts:Okay, never one to shy away from controversy, I thought I'd post something I noticed when perusing the parent registry (btw, congratulations Sheila &amp; Patrick on your new addition!).I did a count of how many successful adoptive parents adopted boys &amp; how many adopted girls, and was a bit surprised to find it was 2-1: 31 boys were placed (including a set of twins) and </atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/12/gender-adoption.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-8034033497921520698</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2006 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-08T21:54:05.612-08:00</atom:updated><title>And party ev-er-y day!</title><atom:summary type='text'>I may have mentioned before that I am not a fan of babyish speech affectations, generally speaking. In fact, the Leon's commercial above ranks as my Least Favourite Commercial of All Time (I mean, come on, when she gets to the word "you", she looks like she may gag on her own tongue from all the incredulity).It is with great trepidation, therefore, that I must announce that my son did the Cutest </atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-party-ev-er-y-day_08.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-595137386995463839</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2006 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-03T19:28:41.286-08:00</atom:updated><title>46 Months</title><atom:summary type='text'>46 MonthsPapi Bello,It has been interesting to watch you as you develop your own religion in this loosely agnostic household: It is confirmed that Santa is your God. Whenever you want to trace letters, it is always Santa’s name you want to spell. You didn’t get the whole “Santa gives presents” thing for quite a while; when I asked you what you thought Santa would bring you, you said, “yeah, let’s</atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/12/46-months.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-6820338877635654078</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Nov 2006 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-28T17:31:12.403-08:00</atom:updated><title>Poem</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yesterdaywhilst folding laundry in my childhood laundrymatcursing the tardiness that is Sears’ washing machine deliveryI remembered how my mother, for the first fifteen years of my lifedragged the same bags of dirty clothesand stared at the same machines as the clothesrevolved endlesslyThere were reruns on then tooback then it was The Cosby Showand CheersNow it’s old episodes of FriendsI spun </atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/11/poem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-3898572953512768766</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Nov 2006 03:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-22T19:57:51.366-08:00</atom:updated><title>On the Existence of Señor Claus</title><atom:summary type='text'>Inspired by Afrindie MumI may have mentioned before that I was a cynical little girl. And if not cynical, then most certainly rational. I am told (with no small degree of pride, by my emminently rational mother) that there was only one year in which I believed in Santa- the year I was two and a half. My mother, not wanting to embrace her inner party-pooper quite so completely at such a tender age</atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-existance-of-seor-claus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-1701769969932198216</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-20T21:22:09.175-08:00</atom:updated><title>Takin' care of Bidness **Edited**</title><atom:summary type='text'> It would be fair to say that I take care of Bidness... less frequently than Every Day. It would also be fair to say that often, nay, too frequently, I am only prompted to take care of it when I am sent a rockin' new design by Señor Compa. However, given that such is the case today (a day when I am at home, pondering whether I should like quietly on the couch and moan or whether I should writhe </atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/11/takin-care-of-bidness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-1258913050504164803</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 02:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-19T18:28:38.853-08:00</atom:updated><title>45 1/2 months</title><atom:summary type='text'>Papi Bello, You are, for all the world, a sweetheart. Your favourite thing in the world remains birthdays, and it is how we mark the time for you: a thing might be after great-grandma's birthday but before your birthday: you get that. We're still working on the days of the week thing. During the past couple of weeks, your cognition has taken off in leaps and bounds. Today, you first built a tower</atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/11/45-12-months.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-6311862932532984147</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2006 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-19T18:03:17.701-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>I'd like to mourn the fact that, in the past week or so, three of my favourite bloggers (as it happens, all with an Asian American focus in some respect) have closed up shop. The rest of y'all: Don't even think about it. [makes scary Compa face, in hopes of appearing intimidating. No?]*Sigh**Sniff* Hey! Wait a minute! Woot! *Edited to add: And also! Woot! (Weigook Saram's new incarnation)</atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/11/id-like-to-mourn-fact-that-in-past-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-8952359821215065798</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2006 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-16T06:00:38.625-08:00</atom:updated><title>I am so smart. S-M-R-T.</title><atom:summary type='text'>Well. Canadian high schools must be good for something.You paid attention during 91% of high school!  85-100%  You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don't get scores that high!  Good show, old chap!Do you deserve your high school diploma?Create a Quiz </atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-so-smart-s-m-r-t.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-7973860856700624499</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Nov 2006 20:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-11T12:51:03.902-08:00</atom:updated><title>You can be anything you want to be</title><atom:summary type='text'>Compa [in a Chinese restaurant, having erroneously ordered some spicy tomato virgin drink with cherries and lemon, seeing a sign for Bubble Tea]: Aw man, bubble tea! I wish I had ordered bubble tea!Papi Bello: I'm a bubble tea! Compa: You are?Papi Bello: Yeah! A BIG one!</atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-can-be-anything-you-want-to-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-1424106252154045562</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 01:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-09T17:58:48.176-08:00</atom:updated><title>Geeked out</title><atom:summary type='text'>In completely non-adoption related news, we are still totally geeking out about this new place. I have started to play the guitar again. I feel a sense of peace and tranquility in here. I feel like it's our little nest in the trees. We cheerfully clean the place up, because quite frankly, it doesn't take long to do so, and it looks so darn good when it's clean (unlike our old place, that looked </atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/11/geeked-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-8893331246956787557</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2006 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-05T05:09:49.397-08:00</atom:updated><title>45 months</title><atom:summary type='text'>Dear Papi Bello,The beginning of your 46th month was quite the adventure. We moved, to the upstairs flat in a beautiful old house in a quiet little neighbourhood. Geographically, it’s not actually all that far away from the old hood, but it feels like miles.You like it here, which I am so glad of. You always ask if we are going home to “the New House”, and when I say yes, you let out a big cheer.</atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/11/45-months.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-4588411802912287862</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2006 02:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-01T18:54:48.605-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy *&amp;%$$#* Birthday to You, Too</title><atom:summary type='text'>Dear Mr. Dude who Gave our Moving Van a Ticket for Not Using Parking Lights:Wasn't it fairly obvious that we were temporarily parked, what with all the coming and going and the open goddamn moving van doors and everything? And when did you find time to skulk by and GIVE us a parking ticket, anyway? I don't think between the four of us we could have been away from the van for more than 30 seconds </atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-to-you-too.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-5457459695954116560</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-26T11:21:51.433-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lim-bo Lim-bo Lim-BO!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Our moving process began three months ago. And for a long time, we managed to keep the Move from invading the rest of the house. We warehoused the Move in Sr. Compa &amp; my bedroom, and we set up residence in Compaito's room.But now? Now our old room is full, and there are boxes, boxes everywhere. It's funny; were I to go on a five day trip, I would know exactly how much to pack, and what I didn't </atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/10/lim-bo-lim-bo-lim-bo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-7272137820779230586</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Oct 2006 02:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-19T19:38:08.507-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hello, World!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Wait, don't go away! So I was moping around throwing myself a little pity party and Not Posting and I got linked on A Little Pregnant!No, hold your applause, I wasn't linked because I am witty and charming and otherwise an All-Round Halfway Decent Person, I got linked because I asked to be. And Julie, gracious host of Linkdom that she is, acquiesed.And then I stopped posting.And the reason I </atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-651039020824751808</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Oct 2006 17:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-13T10:08:57.789-07:00</atom:updated><title>Culturally Incompetent</title><atom:summary type='text'>So last homestudy session was the one (I had thought the only one) where the cultural competency assessment was done.I knew it was coming; I welcomed it. I think it’s crucial for parents who intend to parent cross-culturally to have some measure of cultural competency. I felt comfortable that we would “pass”, not that anyone ever “fails” any portion of a homestudy, they just have to “work on” </atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/10/culturally-incompetent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-6730591126374174321</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Oct 2006 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-13T07:16:40.723-07:00</atom:updated><title>Everybody go surfin</title><atom:summary type='text'> So I guess Sr. Compa was missing his island a little, because he went and created this wicked new design, which we of course went crazy and put on everything from bags to bibs to threads for young and old, to sell in our on-line diversity store. Here in Small Canadian City, it is raining. And wet. And generally miserable, as is our wont. So you can't blame the guy for wanting to bring a little </atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/10/everybody-go-surfin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-3302913155560756861</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Oct 2006 22:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-11T16:02:26.101-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mr. Moose likes to say good words</title><atom:summary type='text'>So I was reading about the exploits of a certain young cowboy over at A Little Pregnant, and was painfully reminded of my own parenting faults. Because, you see, Compaito has a nasty little habit, which is that whenever he wants to express his extreme displeasure, he lets loose a big ol' "FUCKIT!", which when I am lucky, sounds more like "Puck It" or "Bucket", but which, deprived of any context </atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/10/mr-moose-likes-to-say-good-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-116049998773345990</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-11T06:55:01.147-07:00</atom:updated><title>Doing it Again</title><atom:summary type='text'>I recently had a conversation with an old friend about my plans to adopt, as well as how emotionally difficult dealing with a developmental delay can be. She questioned whether adopting another child was something I should do, given that I have not exactly been skipping through fields of petunias in response to the fact that my son has a (mild) developmental delay, and given that many children in</atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/10/doing-it-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-116049275096043724</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 14:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-11T06:55:01.087-07:00</atom:updated><title>Doing the Math</title><atom:summary type='text'>In the past month or so, a number of very funny, strong, thoughtful bloggers have shared the stories of their battles with depression. Reading them has helped me come to the decision to face my own increasing anxiety head-on, and for that I am deeply greatful.After all, why let something that can be resolved or managed within 6-8 weeks affect a lifetime? I'm no math whiz, but the right choice </atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/10/doing-math.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17423233.post-116045341109387139</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-11T06:55:01.026-07:00</atom:updated><title>Minding my own business</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sorry for the delay in posting- I was busy getting the first AA Christmas Card design up for our new store. No official opening yet, as we still need many more designs, but you are welcome to purchase the ones available. I'm excited- it's looking more and more real!</atom:summary><link>http://gringanadiense.blogspot.com/2006/10/minding-my-own-business.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Compa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>