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It’s a marshmallows in your coffee kind of morning.
#snowday
I’m not sure if each baby has actually been easier than the last or if I’m just getting more chill about this whole raising a baby thing.
We were guest speakers about foster care at a church this morning. So obviously yesterday was the perfect time for one of our children to eat gum he found outside, then get it in his hair, then cut it out of his hair with the craft scissors. . .
#firstimpressions
You know the scene from “I Love Lucy” where Lucy and Ethel are packaging chocolate from a conveyor belt? That’s exactly how I feel cleaning my house. And when I’ve finally got a handle on things some unknown force yells, “Speed it up a little!” and it looks like a tornado hit whatever room I swear I JUST had clean and by the end I’m stuffing chocolate in my face. . . I guess the analogy breaks down at some point and just becomes literal.
Burp rags for catching spit up are nice and all, but I think I’d be better served by some sort of burp poncho situation.
My five week-old baby belly laughs in his sleep. He’s clearly in the right family.
#classclowns
I was really proud of myself for being ready and having all the kids ready to leave for Bible study on time this morning. And then I remembered Bible study isn’t until tomorrow.
I remembered to go to Bible study. I forgot to bring my Bible.
#winsomelosesome #gladIrememberedallthekids
I would like to buy stickers that say, “Don’t blame my mom. I dressed myself.” that I could put on my children on their way out the door.
I got tired of having the same drama with my two year-old every day at nap time, so today I decided to do the whole argument with myself. “It’s time for your nap. I don’t want a nap! I didn’t ask if you wanted a nap, I said it’s time for a nap. But I don’t need a nap!” etc. Joel was so shocked that by the end of my argument with myself (which I won), he gave me a hug and went to bed without crying.
#protip
Bethany (age 5): Mom, don’t give away this puzzle until I’m all grown into a big woman. I will give it to my daughter.
Josh (age 8): What if you don’t have a daughter?
Bethany: UGH. I will BUILD ONE!
#problemsolver
5 year-old daughter just learned an important lesson about instigating snowball fights with her brothers.
#liveandlearn
It’s always right after you splash red jello on your sweater while stirring it that you remember you own five different aprons.
#hindsight
I’m trying to find one announcement I can use to celebrate the adoption of our daughter and the birth of our son. Turns out they don’t make many of those.
#adoptivefamilyproblems
Antibiotics are evil and of the devil and for weak children with push-over doctors and promote superbugs that will eventually usher in the zombie apocalypse. . . until your two year-old has his first ear infection.
#perspectiveadjustment #thankfulformedicine
My six week-old now weighs about 12 pounds, which is what Josh weighed at ten months when we brought him home from Liberia. It’s a good reminder of how amazing it is that my firstborn is as healthy, happy, and whole as he is and a reminder that there are many kids still waiting for their families.
Tummy Time: A pediatrician’s way to help parents acclimate to the idea that children do not always appreciate what you do for them (and will voice their displeasure), even when it’s in their best interests.
#tummytimethestruggleisreal
Me: Josh, do the kids at school ever ask you about adoption?
Josh: Yeah. They ask why I was adopted.
Me: What do you tell them? I mean, you don’t have to tell them anything. It’s your story and you get to decide who to share it with. But do you tell them stuff? When they ask?
Josh: I say, “It’s not time to talk about that right now. We’re supposed to be doing math.”
#genius
I feel like the term “waistline” is misleading. Right now I have more of a “waistcurve” or a “waistcircle”.
#fourthtrimesterproblems
Two kids abandoned the iPad to fight over whose turn it was to play with the digital thermometer. Figures.
I have noticed less complaints from The Troublemaker’s teacher since the day he brought her some chocolate from his Halloween stash.
#teachersarepeopletoo
On this first day of Thanksgiving Beak, I am thankful for the Toy Story movies. . . you know. . . for no real reason. . . not like we’d already be watching movies on the first morning of break. . . but if somebody were to be watching movies, those would be good ones.
#momconfession
Danny (examining the open can of tuna): Is this made out of mermaids?
Joel (age 2) is really excited that his bottle of antibiotics has his name on it and is, “just for MEEE! Not for you or you or you. It is only for J-O-E-L JOEL.”
#middlechild
So stomach acid can dissolve metal, but (according to my child’s diapers), it has no impact on corn.
#science
Instead of describing them as “lumpy” or “chunky” I’m going to see if I can pass off my sweet potato dish as “rustic” or “artisan” or something that sounds like you’re not hip if you don’t like them even if they’re kind of weird.
#sorryrelatives #cookingwhileparenting
Children decorate the tree. Children leave the room. Husband redecorates the tree so all the ornaments aren’t in one bunch at the children’s eye level.
#Christmastradition
Josh (pointing at a sibling): Mom, I forgot- did we adopt that one or did he come from you?
#adoptivefamilyproblems
Joel had a total sobbing meltdown in Hallmark when he saw they didn’t have any Christmas ornaments with his name on them, but they did have Josh and Danny’s names. “I J-O-E-L JOEL! I want JOEL! Why do they not have any JOEL?”
I feel your pain, buddy.
After giving the big kids a lecture a couple days ago about wiping the toothpaste out of the sink, I was feeling pretty good about how clean they were keeping the bathroom. And then I realized they probably just stopped using toothpaste.
#winsomelosesome
I was in a car with another adult and without kids for the first time in a LONG time. I didn’t realize how long it had been since I was in a car without kids until I heard myself say “wheeeeee” when we went over a bump.
Sign you are a stingy parent: Your kids put things like chapstick and band-aids on their Christmas lists.
#rationing
Looked over Josh’s Christmas list. He’s asking for another sister, but this time he’d like a big one.
#neverhurtstoask
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