Whoooo hooooo! The books have finally made it through the agonizing development/design/print phase and are just waiting for all of you lovely people to order 8 gazillion copies. However, I understand that 8 gazillion is a bunch, and may seem like an unreasonable financial layout when you haven't actually read the product. So... I'm hosting my very first giveaway!
Meredith (my co-editor) has a lovely contest on her blog where she asks her readers to enter by telling a story of something in their life that was 'meant to be'. (Hmmm... wonder where she came up with that catchy phrase???)
I shall mix it up a bit. If you would like to win your very own copy of Meant To Be: Stories of International Adoption and a $10 Starbucks gift card (since you'll be up late reading the book and will need a caffeine jolt in the a.m.), leave a story in the Comments section about the antics of a kiddo in your life. It could be about the time your nephew climbed up the wire enclosure surrounding the monkey cage at the zoo... or the time your granddaughter wanted to bake cookies with only peanut butter and chocolate chips... or the time your son decided to 'help' with the cleaning by dumping Windex all over the floor.
For an extra entry, blog about the book or the contest (or both!) and leave me a comment with the link. I'll let the short people in my house choose a winner to be announced on Sunday.
You know you've got 'em... so commence with the storytelling! And remember - 100 percent of the profits from the sale of the book goes to orphanCare International for the support and education of kiddos in orphanages around the world. Who wouldn't want to be a part of that?
P.S. I was so lazy that I stole the photo of the book from Mer's website. Pitiful, aren't I???
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After we got in the car, H. started crying hard again and I asked him why he was so sad this morning. He said “I want grammie and granddad to stay at my house.” So we talked a lot about that and how they would be coming back soon and how we can talk to them on the computer sometimes, and the rest of the trip into school was much better, with him even becoming happy for a while. It was so sad, though, just before Venita came to the car when I talked to him about making good choices he said “I’ll make good choices, but I might cry sometimes because I really miss grammie and granddad.” Now THAT is what is great about grandparenting. Already have my books on the way though ;
I have my copy ordered, AND my funny kid story would be about your nephew in the liquor section of the grocery store that I've alreay told you about!! Don't think you want that one for your kids to read and pick from!!! :-)
Mary
I pre-ordered 2 books and picked up 3 more for gifts in Tulsa, but I'll jump on your list. My funny kid story is about Barrett as a youngster. In the early days of parenting I read where you should let the child know the behavor was bad, not the child. This was internalized and when we came home and the dog had ripped into a chip bag and food remnants were scattered I said "bad dog" and went to get the vacuum. I heard B telling the dog that he wasn't a bad dog, he just had bad behavior. ( :
We have a cute story about Layne Nhi. We were only home from Vietnam about 6 weeks with 7 year old Layne Nhi Anne when we decided to treat her to our local Pizza Hut buffet for lunch. Still only able to communicate through a few words and pointing to what she needed, she pointed to each of the foods from the buffet she wanted to try and I put it on her plate. We sat back down to eat and told her the names of each of the foods on her plate. Well, she repeated all of the foods, trying so hard to speak english like us... pizza, breadsticks, salad, and PEACHES. Well, we have 3 dogs, one of them with the name PEACHES. When we told her the name of the fruit she was about to eat was PEACHES, she dropped her fork and started to cry. It took us a minute to figure out what she was so upset about, and she said "con cho", Vietnamese for dog. She thought she was eating our dog PEACHES!! We had to leave Pizza Hut and go home to show her that our dog Peaches was ok, and try to explain that peaches was a name of fruit!!! Looking back we all three laugh about it, but poor kid thought we were feeding her the sweet dog!
By the way Dianne, I love what you ladies are doing to help OrphanCare through the creation of this book. We sponsor one little boy from Vietnam through OprhanCare each month, and love that even though the adoption program is closed right now, kids are still being supported!
I want to win this book - I know some of the people in it!
The funny that comes to mind happened when my daughter was about 3 years old. We were traveling to a friend's cabin and I was speeding - trying to make it there before dark. I got pulled over by the state patrol. The officer came up to my truck and got my information, then headed back to his car to write me a ticket. My daughter was very quiet while the cop was at my window. After he went to his car, my daughter asked me if I was in trouble. I told her that the officer was going to give me a ticket. She thought for a moment, then asked in her scared little voice, "Will it hurt?" LOL.
Lina
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My oldest son is a huge nature nut. One year he even dressed as Jeff Corwin for Halloween. One afternoon when he was about 4 he comes charging into the house shouting that he'd found bear scat (poop) in the backyard. I asked him to show me so I could figure out what sort of decontamination I was going to have to do; we don't have bears, but we did have some wildlife in the neighborhood. He opened his hand & showed me a rotting walnut. Whew!
I'm LMAO about Jill and Andy's story! The others have been great too. I don't think I can top them, but Jack's habit of quoting movies has put us in an awkward situation more than once. He's obsessed with the movies Cars and Madagascar, and will state lines from the movies in the most random of settings.
He once told a waitress "hey doll, you're shakin' like a leaf," which is a line the Penguin uses in Madagascar. She looked at him, bewildered, then at us with horror at raising such a disrespectful 2 year old. We tried to backpedal and explain, but we probably just came off as even bigger a$$es (maybe because we were practically rolling around in laughter and couldn't clearly speak!).
Also, for a long time, whenever we'd tell him to do something he didn't want to, put him in timeout, or do anything else he found displeasing, he'd say to us "nottin my tendo." For the longest time, we could NOT figure out what the heck he was saying to us. Then, someone put it together that he was quoting Sheriff from Cars, saying "not in my town, ya don't!" LOL!!
His latest manner of speech (today) HAS to be from a book, show, or movie, but I haven't figured out which yet. He's been saying "we musn't sleep any longer. We must go downstairs to play." The "we musn't" part is just cracking us up; we don't exactly talk that way around here!
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