A little homework on the couch. I set up a couple of different homework "stations" which lie empty or get cluttered with junk, but the couch or my bed are constantly strewn with books and backpacks.
I was doing my own little homework trying to figure out what school years the babies will start preschool (so that I can get their names on the waiting list) and kindergarten. Being as compulsive as I am I made a chart with all the children's names, school years and what grade they will be in. When the dates 2024-2025 came up I decided I had to stop (there were still two more years until a graduation year. EEK.) I can't imagine that date.
Then I faced the daunting task of looking over high school registration papers. I'm not old enough to have a high schooler (technically she is a freshman right now, but still in Jr. High). I'm just not old enough. I now understand my dad's sentiments when I got married. He just wasn't old enough.
This used to be a riding helmet. Somehow a nameless child forgot to put it away and I ran over it today. Scared me a bit. Love the peeking children rushing to see what the sound was and if it was their helmet that met an untimely death.
I hate to wax emotional about an inanimate object, but I seriously love this pen. I use it for everything and buy several boxes at a time. (Once I didn't check the box and came home with a fatter point. grrrr. The box was labeled wrong.)
Previously I would purchase different pens for the rest of the family, but I quickly realized how silly that was. We are a one pen family. The problem is, why can I never find a pen when I need one and if I don't buy other brands why is that the only pen I can find.
He has such a sweet little profile. He's been trying to figure out what all the fuss is about today with everyone running around. Isaac's had the stomach flu.... yuck.
My cousin tagged me. I think I have been tagged before by others. I apologize for not participating. I don't normally, but I'm having one of those days here I'm trying to avoid life as much as possible. Here goes: non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself (as I have reviewed my list it is mainly just random things.)
1. I don't mind loading the dishwasher, but I dread unloading the clean dishes. (Lame I know)
2. I read (the other day) Proverbs 31: 14 "She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar" I felt justified in our cafe rio dinner that night, and the night before when we went to Bucca de peppo. (all take out) Not to mention sushi on our date on Saturday.
3. Another justification a few verses down in 16: "She considereth a field, and buyeth it." The recent orders to Gap and JJill are now covered.
4. I want to pretend that February (not to mention January) did not happen. It was a long month of staying home with sick children. I am ready for spring. The Dr. quarantined us as RSV and the flu is quite severe and he doesn't want the babies exposed if possible.
5. Having eight children and being obsessive about organization and cleanliness is not the best combination. Thankfully I have help.
6. I have a strange eye rolling quirk. They roll in different directions I am told. I can't do it on the spot, but the children think it's funny when I roll my eyes at their silliness.
7. I need a bit of time everyday to mediate, study and pray to be a good person.
8. I secretly want to be a cowgirl. (I don't think this really fits into the list and is no longer a secret)
9. I have been told I have gypsy blood. I would move every few years if I could (we should have looked into the military as a profession). I get restless. We are currently in our stable location for our children and the job of course.
10. I hand sew (quilting, embroidery, etc) to relax.
The boys asked dad today (while putting them to bed) why he always did what mom told him to do. I love being the bad guy...brother.
I found out today that a childhood friend is a wonderful recording artist in Nashville. I spend many happy moments running from my home to hers. I am so thrilled for Annelise's success and can't wait to follow her career. Here is her site. She has always had that amazing beautiful hair. Just hearing her voice brought back so many memories.
who are currently my biggest blog fans... they like to check in at school periodically when they are allowed. We are all huge Jane Austin fans and I thought they might like this. Thanks for the link Heather.
A few highlights.... 1. The agency representative was giving testimony about Jake's growth and such. She said he's happy, thriving but not spoiled. The judge replied without missing a beat... "Now, please remember you are under oath. I need the truth in the matter." We all giggled because he is one extremely spoiled baby!
2. In the middle of my testimony Jake spit up all over me. The kids tease that he's bulimic because he gags himself and he spits up. It was a nice touch to my testimony. Our lawyer quickly added that he's never had that happen during any of his hearings.
3. Big man stole the show. The girls found his sunglasses and he was showing off during the entire hearing. He loved all the attention. He looked especially cute today in his new suit. Jake's didn't arrive until this afternoon. At least they will all look fabulous for the sealing.
4. Someone didn't get the color memo... A couple of things I learned about this photo.... a. it's hard to look lady like while holding a squirmy baby. b. I should never run out of the house with out checking to see what lens is on the camera. c. I really, really hate the flash but it was so dark! I will have to fix the red eyes. d. It is impossible to have all the children paying attention at once. The police officers gave the children "deputy sheriff stickers" as we were going through security. It was far more interesting
I can hardly believe that we are a few hours away from going to court and finalizing our adoption. The time has passed so quickly and yet agonizing slow. (No offense to our social workers, but I will be glad to not have our lives examined so closely... and they were all so delightful and charming I feel a tad bit guilty to say such things.)
I've spent hours wondering and thinking about his birth mother as I kissed his cheeks and stroked his face. How she must be feeling and thinking? She was the only birth mother that chose not to meet us. I understand. I can not begin to comprehend the emotions and struggles that she has endured and perhaps continues to feel.
I just can't help but wonder does he have her smile? Do his dimples come from her? With the other boys I can tell them what expressions and characteristics came from their birth mothers. It's wonderful to say your smile is just like your birth mothers or she loved those things as well.
Things might change. He's still so young and does not understand. I'm just a worrier. I think about all the "what if" situations that could occur.
Our "what if" man, Isaac, said family prayer tonight and as usual prayed that the girls would not be kidnapped (something he is currently worried about). He also prayed that his daddy would not be kidnapped and quickly added... "or dadnapped. Or hit by a car. Or killed in a car accident" and the list of horrible things that could happen to his daddy continued for quite some time. It was very tender, but I couldn't help giggle.