Little Man

Meet Little Man!
 R.T. is six going on sixty, maybe because of his hard start or maybe just because, I'm not sure, but this I know, he is wise beyond his years.
He  is so smart,and is ALL boy!
Do not send him out doors and expect him to return clean.
His imagination never ceases to amaze me! A trip to the trash can turns into a trip to the moon, complete with moon rocks, space food and stories of purple aliens.

R.T. tends to be  serious, he is sensitive and wears his heart on his sleeve. Little man is always the boss even if somehow the adult in the room may not be aware of this fact. He loves to draw and spends hours make believing!

Little man is truly the balance in our family, Just like his daddy he is most often the voice of reason and calm when the "babies" and I are spinning out of control!

 I would never want to imagine our life with out this little man! He is my joy, my best buddy and he always keeps me on my toes!

Camping with the Princess

Meet the Princess, four years old , Hot tempered, and adorable! From the day we met this little ball of curls I knew we had our work cut out for us. Once you meet W.J. you will never forget her infectious smile OR her crazy loud scream! This little one does nothing in small doses! It is go big or go home! Miss Priss has a new favorite color every day, invents new words every hour and loves her God.

Somehow I have talked Rob into this plan I came up with . We will camp out in several state parks a couple times a month for our summer vacation this year. The kids are stoked, I am looking forward to it, Robert is horrified excited!
 I am a planner, I spend hours going over every detail of our vacations, from where we will sleep to what socks we will wear. And this first camping trip is no different. I have been researching the camp grounds, picking out matching out fits for my boys, I have a list of snacks,dvd's and coloring books for the road trip and the list goes on. But I have come to a little pink bump in the  road of  planning :

Princess W. owns ONE pair of shorts and ONE pair of blue jeans. She simply hates pants! She informs me daily that God's little princess's do NOT wear boy clothes!

 I am not sure what that makes me, considering the last dress I got excited over was that white one I wore when I said "I do".

 I have tried everything to glam up blue jeans but she won't budge, on stock show days she wears her ''Cow girl " pants as long as she has pink boots and a gigantic bow sitting on top of her blond curls. So coming back to our summer of camp outs,

Every time I put a ''camp'' appropriate outfit in the bag a little voice pipes up

"Ummm Mommy, those are for the boys,correct? Cause I like dresses."

 So I am asking for some advice!

HOW DOES A PRINCESS GO CAMPING!



My Love! I get to fall more and more in love with this man every day! I thank God every day we made it through the tough stuff and now we get to enjoy the fun!
Robert is way closer to 40 than he is thirty ;)
He is my gentle giant, he loves me and these kids way more than we deserve ! He is the calm to my storm and the cheese to my macaroni. I ADORE THIS MAN!

D.J. Is a stinker......

So considering our little Monkey is almost three I probably should have know this by now right?
 But I honestly didn't, I promise. So I have lived a blissful two and a half years ignoring , not
realizing what a stinker he is. But it's not entirely my fault, I mean have you seen him!? Those big brown eyes paired with that cute little grin? I mean really! Would you ever suspect that behind all that cute, is a whining, sneaking, toy stealing little brat? Yes, I said the B word! My first clue should have been the great pinching episode!
 For a week when he was about nine months old
every time we got in the truck ( pre minivan days) Sister would hit and scream at our precious little monkey!? She was scolded and denied several treats because of this behaviour. Well about two
weeks in, we discovered monkey was pinching sister every time we got in the truck.  Then would proceed to cackle and coo as she got in trouble! I would like to say that was it! That we
ceased to allow our little guy to rule the roost. I would like to say that.

  D.J. Came to our home last, he was six weeks old and a very tiny preemie. He was always happy , of course that could be because between brother and sister, two sets of adoring grand parents and
a set of newbie parents that were scared to death , he was never 'ever' alone. Some one was always taking care of little D.
  Fast forward almost three years and little has changed except D. age two 1/2 now knows exactly how to use the situation to his advantage! If mommy says no, you can be sure big sister will say yes!

 Little D. Has been the apple of sisters eye since day one.They have always shared a room and a place in the car. In two and a half years they have only spent two days apart. They are 17 months apart and might as well be twins, they are so close.

 But back to the subject at hand, how can you remove the brat from the boy ? Especially when the boy is so cute even as the brat!? I'll admit we have not  figured it all out but rest assured we are working on it. Demanding honesty and respect is our starting point. Now if we can just  convince sister and big brother that all those rules also apply to

                                                          "The not so Little D."

It's Me!

So in looking for a picture of myself I came to the conclusion I need to take more pictures with me in them. But this is my most current photo :)

The Kids!

R-T age six    D-J age 2 1/2     W-J age four

About the zoo

Our little zoo consist of three kids,one dog and SIX cats! Yes six! And last but not least good ole mom and dad ! Three years later and I still giggle when I remember , that's me ! Our family was created through foster care adoption, we signed up, received three kids in three weeks, adopted them and lived happily ever after! The End! ok so not really, it's a long scary, often hilarious story of how we went from two completely selfish people to Mom And Dad, care to hear it?