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A Life in Status- July #2, 2014

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If you had told me on our wedding day that by our 12th anniversary we’d be preparing to add a sixth child to our family, I might not have been totally shocked. But if you’d told me all those kids would be added in about a 7 year time frame, I might have passed out.
‪#‎betternottoknowaheadoftime‬ ‪#‎thankful‬ ‪#‎infertilityperspective‬

Only yell, “Hey! That’s not your cup!” at a child if you are okay with them spitting a mouth full of water back into said cup.
‪#‎yourewelcome‬

Kids fall asleep in the car while waiting on food in the drive-thru lane = impromptu date night.
‪#‎takewhatyoucanget‬

It makes me laugh when people say, “You’ve sure got your hands full” and I only have half my kids with me.
‪#‎itsfunnycauseitstrue‬

Josh: What candy is this?
Me: They’re chewy Sprees.
Josh: Is that like the evolve of Nerds?
Me: Um. . . sure.
‪#‎Pokemonlinguistics‬

Asked the kids to put away the silverware. They start stomping around the kitchen singing “Where does the fork go” (to the tune of “What does the Fox say”). Ask a simple request, get a musical production. Story of my life.

Some days I fantasize about having an hour to myself just to clean and organize my bedroom.
‪#‎momconfession‬

We watched the Disney version of “Tarzan” with the kids last night. I didn’t remember that it’s basically an adoption story set to a Phil Collins score. Cue the tears. . .

Children in the nursery and children’s church, cup of coffee, good sermon, sitting next to my husband = date night.

Maybe on the EIGHTH time through the baby name book we’ll find one we both like. I’m about ready to just close my eyes, flip open a page, randomly point to a name and go with it.
‪#‎sixthchildproblems‬

Bethany: What are you looking for?
Me: I have to pee in a cup to take to the midwife so she can make sure Baby and I are okay, but I can’t find the little cup she sent home with me.
Bethany: Oh. . . um, Mom? If you can’t find it, just don’t use my cup, okay?
‪#‎priorities‬

Some days you wake up to the sun streaming through the window and birds chirping in the trees. And some days you wake up to the sound of a two year-old saying, “I pooped, Mom” while he plops his used pull-up down next to your face.

Stupid “Velveteen Rabbit” makes me cry every. time.
“You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
‪#‎motherhood‬

I hear the natural food people say you should read ingredient labels and not eat anything you can’t pronounce. Which is why I don’t eat quinoa.

Sign you are not an awesome housekeeper: You open the fridge and find two dead flies.

Toddler is crying because he asked for water and I gave him water. I think we both need a nap.

 Sometimes I wonder if it will ever occur to my children (3 adopted, 1 foster, 1 bio and 1 bio on the way) that all of them were the result of unplanned pregnancies. . .
‪#‎unity‬
First lunch: The food you put on the baby’s highchair tray.
Second lunch: The spilled food you pull out of their bib, from under their legs, from the highchair cracks and then put back on their tray.

 

 

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