Meet Rita Buettner:

“When the Lord closes a door, somewhere he opens a window.” After struggling with infertility, my husband and I were blessed to adopt our two sons from China. I’m a working mother who writes about family fun and faith. Oh, and I own hundreds of flyswatters. Join me on Twitter, say hello at, or follow me on Facebook


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Thank you, Allison! You are much too kind! I had seen the idea of picking a person to pray for every day on another blog and LOVED it!


YOu always come up with the greatest ideas!! Those lucky boys!! #RockStarMom


7 Quick Takes Friday: April Fools Day, fishing in the cold, a dragon in the sky, a visit to a beloved playground, and the start of baseball season


How did you celebrate April Fools Day? We don’t typically do much, but as I was getting breakfast ready, I had an idea. Our boys almost always eat chicken noodle soup for breakfast, but I decided to keep things interesting and serve it in muffin tins.

I wasn’t sure it would go over well with both boys because our children like their routines. But they both loved it and ate more than they usually do for breakfast—which is saying something since they are good eaters.

That evening I made chicken lo mein, which might have been the best meal of the week. Everyone was eating it, and I commented how nice it was that we had found a meal the whole family liked.

"Actually," said Daniel, with a sad look on his face, "I don't really like it at all."

"Oh," I said, surprised and disappointed. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Then his face lit up. "Haha!" he said. "April Fools!"

So he tricked me.


We all love corn on the cob here, but it’s April, not July. Still, when we were at the store the other day, one of the boys spotted corn on the cob wrapped up and ready to be microwaved at home. So we brought it home.

I didn’t taste it, but the verdict was clear. No one had more than one bite. It was a big disappointment.

We will all be happy when corn is actually in season.


Daniel had been pleading with us to take him fishing, so on Saturday afternoon we packed up the rods and bait and headed to our favorite fishing spot. We caught nothing. It was very chilly. And Baba had to untangle and restring the rods so many times I lost count.

We finally came home. But while we were fishing, Daniel was grinning the whole time. He loved it. And his big brother did, too. So of course we all had a good time.


While we were out fishing, Leo and I looked up at the clouds and he spotted a dragon's head. Can you see it?


The boys and I were looking for a playground the other day, and we decided to go back to their old preschool for a visit. No one was there, but they ran onto the playground to greet it as if it were an old friend.

While they ran and played, I remembered all the afternoons I picked them up there, chatting with their teachers, who became so important to us, and watching them play with their friends.

“Take a picture of me on this swing,” Leo said. And I thought of how many pictures I have of him already on that swing—pictures that show a much smaller little boy who isn’t even imagining kindergarten, never mind the joys of third grade.

“Can we come back when people are here?” Daniel asked me. And we will, although I don’t know how many teachers we knew are still there. But it will always be a place full of memories—and good ones.


How much homework does your first grader have? Ours has lots. And on top of that he brought home a state project where he was assigned Ohio.

So we did what you do when you are assigned an Ohio project: We called my brother-in-law who is a native of Ohio.

He answered all our questions, gave us fantastic information, and then he said, “Don’t feel you need to footnote me as a source.”

So we won’t. But that’s because I am not footnoting anything. I just hope Daniel remembers to take it to school.


Baseball season is starting! Spring is finally here. Daniel was so excited for his first practice this week. He asked me over and over and over and over when he could go to practice.

The next night we went to the store to find him baseball pants and baseball socks and a bat and…well…let’s just hope this is a great season.

But I am looking forward to his games. Baseball is my kind of sport.

~Bonus Take~

My goddaughter turns 1 this weekend! How is that possible? That might have been the fastest year ever. I wrote about her in this piece, which I actually go back to reread when I am feeling I am not enough, which is fairly often. We have ordered her a gift, and I hope it comes in time for her birthday, even though she won’t care. I’m bursting to tell you what it is, but you’ll have to come back next week to find out. Happy birthday, baby girl! We love you!

Read more quick takes at Kelly’s blog, This Ain’t the Lyceum. And have a wonderful weekend!

4/6/2017 10:34:53 PM
By Rita Buettner