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My daughter insists they are learning “The Pledge of A Egypt” at preschool. Maybe it’s time for me to go volunteer in the classroom. . .
“I don’t always pack newborn outfits for the hospital, but when I do, I try to make sure they look as much like Dr. Who as possible.
#fourweekstogo”
#thatexplainsit
He almost makes it make sense. . .
#unscheduledhaircutday
Danny (age 5): I’m taping all my art on my wall. I’m making my room a museum.
Me: Um. . . okay. . .
#thirdtrimesterproblems
My troublemaker had a major problem at school today. He was upset enough about it that he decided he needed to write an apology note to his teacher when he got home. . . but then he signed his sister’s name to it. Sigh. . .
My kindergartener kept telling his teacher he needed to go to court soon.
#adoptivefamilyproblems #sixdaystoadoption
I had a lengthy, involved, vivid and emotional dream last night. . . about pizza.
#thirdtrimesterproblems
Sometimes I send the kids to clean their rooms and I don’t even care if they do it. I just want a quiet minute alone.
#momconfession
There’s so much cleaning to do, but I’m deleting old pictures and cleaning out my email inbox. Digital nesting is a lot easier than regular nesting.
How do you know pregnancy websites aren’t geared for people who already have children? They give sage advice like this: “Take naps, catch up on your reading, and spend uninterrupted time with your partner while you can.”
#soundsnice #nothappening
I’m pretty sure if babies came out looking like their terrifying skeletor-style ultrasound images, people would stop procreating.
Only in the context of an ultrasound does it seem totally appropriate for someone to say, “The testicles are just perfect.” in reference to your child.
#technologyisweird
Danny (age 5): Mom, when you have the baby inside you, you’re just like Dr. Who.
Me: Oh yeah? How’s that.
Danny: You know. Because you’ve got two hearts.
#childrenofnerds
I went to the kitchen to get a Sharpie to label something. I ended up leaving the kitchen with a handful of Lucky Charms and totally forgot about the Sharpie until five minutes later.
#thirdtrimesterproblems
I’m spending tonight writing thank you cards to the team who has worked on our foster daughter’s case as we anticipate her adoption in a couple days. It’s amazing to think of this circle of passionate advocates who have fought on behalf of a voiceless child. She has been so blessed and watched over and she’ll never even remember this part of her story. The system can at times seem “broken” but we have seen the beauty of caseworkers, lawyers and judges that truly care about the best interests of the children they work for.
Woke up this morning to see my son using my freshly laundered sheet as a kleenex. Awesome.
The judge asked Joel (age 2) if there was anything he wanted to say about adopting his sister. He said he wanted to adopt her so he could “eat cake and sit at the table.” Sounds about right.
Joel (age 2): Mommy, I saw the judge. She say “It’s a family! You can keep your sister!”
Have I mentioned that adoptions make me weepy?
I’m not SAYING this happened in a moment of frustration, I’m just saying that something like this was bound to happen when you name six kids in seven years.
I woke up with Danny’s face two inches from my face this morning. He whispered, “I can’t believe it, Mom. We adopted Carolina.”
I think we’re all in a bit of happy shock.
Me: What was the best part of school today?
Danny: Somebody had to go to Safe Seat, but this time it wasn’t me. Heeheehee.
#Schadenfreude
Sometimes when I’m alone in the kitchen and about to eat the last piece of cake I will quietly say, “Brian! Did you want some of this cake? No? Okay.”
#Itried #yourewelcome
I’m currently drinking chocolate milk out of a wine glass.
#thirdtrimestersolutions