Baby Sister Suprize It was december 25, 2014 and it was Christmas. I woke up bright and early to see all my presents. I looked under the tree to see so many presents. The first present I opened was an ipod touch. Then I got Taylor swift concert tickets. At that point I was so happy. “Evelyn, Davis you have one more gift.” Mom said “What is it?” I asked “I don’t know, you better open it and find out.” After we opened the gift my brother Davis and I saw it was baby clothes. At first I had no idea why we got baby clothes. I thought the clothes was from my baby dolls. Finally, Davis figured out that my Mom was going to have a baby girl. After waiting for ever for my baby sister to be born my mom though it would be Time to pick a name. Our
families top three names where Vivian, Cliara and Alice. Davis immediately said no to Vivian because it rimed with amphibian. Finally, we decided on Alice. The next step for getting ready for baby Alice was designing her room. At the end of the hallway there was a guest bedroom that would be her room. My mom and I decided to go to the paint store to look for paint. We decided on a brownish gray color. After that we went to the fabric store to buy fabric for curtains. The fabric we picked out had rainbow rain drops. After waiting for over six months my mom said that Alice was going to be born on June 25 2016. My mom and dad sent Davis and I to our grandma and grandpa’s house a couple days before she was supposed to be born. All day waiting for a phone call but, we never got a phone call because the hospital was full. So we all meet up at Texas roadhouse to have dinner but, just as we were about to leave my mom got a call from the hospital saying they had room. On June 26 2016 Alice was born. She had blue eyes and brown hair. My baby sister was perfect.
This wasn’t turning out as he had expected it to. Hell, nothing had turned out as he had expected. He had a bad feeling about everything and was on the way to tell Kyle what was going to happen at the restaurant, but his car had a flat and he didn’t have cell reception where he was stranded. He had told the guys to only throw Kyle out of the restaurant and stop him from getting back in.
I was adopted from Seoul, South Korea when I was five and a half months old. When I finally understood what adoption meant, I thought that it was the most significant day in my life for many years, but I was wrong.
Firstly, I am a Bay Area native, daughter, friend and sister who deeply cares and thrives off my passion and the connections I make with the people around me. This passion towards the connections and impact I make with people and for people stems from growing up with two sets of relatives, one biological and one adopted. Due to being adopted, by parents sent me to a girls adoption group where I met other girl’s my age and was able to find support for not only talking about my adoption, but dealing with internal and external struggles by obtaining tools to better deal with hardships and to communicate with others. I can honestly say that I am a better person because of the support of the group and I feel that it is a big part of the person
It sounds like they tried hard during the pregnancy, but the right name has just not jumped out at them yet. Robyn shared the details of why they haven't picked her name yet.
As a little girl, my one wish was to name my daughter Sarah. There was no rhyme or reason to why I felt such a burning desire; there were no tv characters, books, or even people I particularly loved that were named Sarah. In my head, the name was so amazing, I would call every single one of my dolls Sarah, even the guy dolls. However; once I announced my plans to name my future daughter Sarah Kim Possible Berke, my parents broke news to me. In the Jewish culture, it is tradition to name your kids after a family member who has recently passed away.
A new year had just arrived. I can still picture January in my mind, the mood was sullen and dark, I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but now I know that was the best feeling I‘d ever had. I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best. Then, I realized there was an obstacle in my way. I knew I needed to make a decision on whether or not keeping my pregnancy, it sounds rough, but it was definitive. I did not want to miss school, so I was definitely not taking this to the last term. I just could not think of myself being prostrated in bed for so long, as an impediment to start school. Never, nothing would make me give up on my dreams, and that was another promise I had made to myself.
I stood there in amazement. A tingle surged throughout my whole body. It was a rush of excitement I had never felt before in my life. When my eyes hit her angelic little body, they froze and I couldn't think or acknowledge anything else around me. The world seemed to stop, hold its place in time, just for that perfect moment. While she slept I stared at this precious little angel. My hands quivered as I slowly reached down to touch her little fingers and feel the softness of her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers very gently across her smooth face, and right away, I fell in love. Then my brother said, "I can wake her up so you can hold her." I was ecstatic, I was finally going to meet her! As I held her, I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes and knew instantly that I would love and cherish her forever with all my heart.
Education is not to teach men facts, theories or laws, not to reform or amuse them or make them expert technicians. It is to unsettle their minds, widen their horizons, inflame their intellect, teach them to think straight, if possible, but to think nevertheless. Robert Maynard Hutchins
As the contractions began to grip my stomach, I realized that my life would forever be changed. Knowing the old me had to die in order for me to become a new me. After being abandon at the age of five, I grew up feeling lonely and unloved. I was filled with so much anger, malice, hurt and unforgiveness that I held against others. I didn’t have the luxury of living in a stable environment, because growing up I was always living from home to home. I had no intentions to strive for better, I had begun to allow my upbringing to be my excuse. Years of disappointment resulted in me caring less in others desire. I couldn’t love anyone because love was never shown to me, but
Christmas was always a big event in our family. We always spent Christmas Eve with my father's family and Christmas Day with my mom's. There was always a lot of food and many gifts, but for the first four or five years of my life, I had no clue what we were celebrating. I really don't think I cared too much, being a young child caught up in all the excitement. And I had something to call it. Christmas. That's all I really needed until I stumbled upon a Christmas special on television entitled A Charlie Brown Christmas. I must have been four or five years old at the time, I can't remember for sure, but I don't think I had started kindergarten yet. But I know I was curled up in a Sesame Street sleeping bag in front of our old television set, one of the small older models instead of the giant entertainment centers like we have now.
High school years are supposed to be a time for fun and exciting events in every adolescent's life. There are parties, ball games, and local after school hangout joints where we can meet. All combined to making high school the most memorable years of any teenage girl?s life. However, my experience in high school took an uneventful turn in tenth grade. My carefree ways had to end and a new wave of responsibility was presented to me. I found out that I was two months pregnant. My thoughts tugged at my conscience, how was I to tell the father of my unborn child? Would my mother support my decision? I had to forget about my partying ways and hanging with my friends. My freedom days of coming and going were about to be over and I quickly became the girl about whom everyone was talking.
"I think this is for me, Catherine," Gary quietly said while taking the pen. I'll always love him for putting his arm around me and squeezing my shoulder while he said it, letting me know he understood he'd taken my baby from me and we would learn these new roles together. For the next four hours Kirsten, Gary and I laughed together, made funny breathing sounds together, and even pushed together (though I don't know how much help Gary and I were in that particular endeavor!). At 6:32 p.m. the doctor, with a grin, announced "It's a girl", and Erin Colleen Lowe entered my life and my heart. And what an Irish temper that child has!
My most memorable Christmas is one from my past. I was about six years old. I clearly remember sitting in class on the last day of school before Christmas vacation anticipating the bell to ring and signify that the classes were finally over. As the bell rang, I ran out of that class, and once I got home I was ready in an instant to leave for my grandmother’s where I would spend my holidays. It was a two hour drive to my grandmother’s house. I was very impatient throughout the entire drive. I couldn’t wait to see my grandma, my cousin, and my aunts. To make things better, however, snow started to fall filling me with hopes of a snowball fight the next day.
My early childhood is filled with fond memories. Many of my memories are with my mom and my grandma. As I age, it does get harder to remember certain things as a child, especially as I read the chapter for this week. For example, Piaget’s preoperational stage, by identifying the world with images drawings, words, and symbolic thought. I don’t necessarily remember when I could recognize images, words at an exact age. Although, I do remember spending time with my grandparents and my grandma would have me practice my writing all the time! She had me write cursive and had me print in lots of practice books- I loved it! That definitely started a trend because I continued to write and make homemade books throughout my childhood. Also, my
Babyhood is the time from when you are born till you 're 18 months old. Like everybody else, I don 't remember anything at all from this time. Whatever I do know is from my parents, siblings and other family members. My mother told me I wanted to appear into this world earlier than I should have. If not for the medications that let me arrive at the proper time, I may not have been here today writing this very sentence. I was born on 19th December, 1999 in Gujarat, India. My parents tell me I was a very quite baby and never troubled them much at all. I would never start crying in the middle of the night, arousing the entire neighborhood. My older brother would often look at me, and state how huge my eyes looked. As a baby, I was very fair, and often was referred to a white egg. Everyone loved to play and touch my cheeks when I was a baby.