BOY!
Edited to add this shot. Just look at those cute cheeks!!
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Jun 19, 2008
Jun 17, 2008
First Time for Everything
As a large family we endure many of the questions most large families do- such as
"Are they all yours?"
"Do you run a child care?"
A personal favorite "They can't be all yours..can they?"
Tonight ,after a late large lunch ,we decided to take the kids to the local Baskin Robbins for dollar scoop night in lieu of dinner. They all gathered around a couple of tables and ate somewhat quietly while the other diners looked us over.
The family sitting closest to us (mom, dad, and one child, maybe 4) were murmuring to each other, counting heads, and just generally checking us out. Finally, mom asked "are they all yours?" followed by "are you a group home?". Käri was feeling brave and like being a smart ass. When the woman gestured about and inquired loosely "well, then, um, how did , um, you..."
Käri says "I slept around a lot".
The woman laughed and we both explained the tale- bio's, foster care, adoption, "yes we have had some kids who we didn't adopt, no, we haven't kept them all, yes, it's very hard to say goodbye..." The usual.
We were all getting up to leave and a couple of the kids needed to wash up so I stuck around the exit door waiting for the stragglers while Kär headed out to the van.
At this point, the husband approaches me and stretches out his hand. I meet his eyes and glance at his hand. He's holding out money. Offering me money. I'm a bit stunned, but quickly tell him "Thank you, that's very sweet, but please give it to the gentleman in the parking lot who's asking for a hand- he needs it much more than we do" He pushes it towards me again, and again I decline, but thank him for the offer.
He never really says anything, just offers the cash and gestures towards the kids.
A first. Most definitely a first.
Now, if your Oprah, or some other wealthy philanthropist, we'd be happy to accept college funds for all the kids, a lifetime of Costco gift cards, or Sears... ;)
"Are they all yours?"
"Do you run a child care?"
A personal favorite "They can't be all yours..can they?"
Tonight ,after a late large lunch ,we decided to take the kids to the local Baskin Robbins for dollar scoop night in lieu of dinner. They all gathered around a couple of tables and ate somewhat quietly while the other diners looked us over.
The family sitting closest to us (mom, dad, and one child, maybe 4) were murmuring to each other, counting heads, and just generally checking us out. Finally, mom asked "are they all yours?" followed by "are you a group home?". Käri was feeling brave and like being a smart ass. When the woman gestured about and inquired loosely "well, then, um, how did , um, you..."
Käri says "I slept around a lot".
The woman laughed and we both explained the tale- bio's, foster care, adoption, "yes we have had some kids who we didn't adopt, no, we haven't kept them all, yes, it's very hard to say goodbye..." The usual.
We were all getting up to leave and a couple of the kids needed to wash up so I stuck around the exit door waiting for the stragglers while Kär headed out to the van.
At this point, the husband approaches me and stretches out his hand. I meet his eyes and glance at his hand. He's holding out money. Offering me money. I'm a bit stunned, but quickly tell him "Thank you, that's very sweet, but please give it to the gentleman in the parking lot who's asking for a hand- he needs it much more than we do" He pushes it towards me again, and again I decline, but thank him for the offer.
He never really says anything, just offers the cash and gestures towards the kids.
A first. Most definitely a first.
Now, if your Oprah, or some other wealthy philanthropist, we'd be happy to accept college funds for all the kids, a lifetime of Costco gift cards, or Sears... ;)
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Jun 11, 2008
What's your fortune?
We had Chinese food the other night- brought it home so as not to create chaos in the outer realm...And by Chinese food ,I mean we ordered rice and Chow Mein noodles, plain, for the kids. Exciting, eh?
Käri and I had both eaten late lunches that afternoon and weren't really interested in eating dinner and Gracie was gone at a Brownie (Jr. Girl Scout...whatever...) event for the entire day. Grace doesn't like Chinese food, so we decided it was a good night when Leo made the request. We picked up our noodles, rice, and fortune cookies, of course.
That's a whole lot of background information for the following tidbit-
Jack and Abe were opening the fortune cookies the next morning and were pleased at finding their fortunes-
One read; "You'll soon be on top of the world!"
Abe "We're gonna need a really big ladder!"
I loved that.
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Jun 5, 2008
The Two Vowels
I or A?
At 10:00 a.m. I opened the front door for the man who had arrived to provide me with a bid for a drywall patch job, for my ceiling in the kitchen, where the toilet upstairs had leaked oh, uh, maybe two years ago. Yeah, anyway, he arrived as I had just finished changing a poopy diaper and was on hold with poison control (1-800-222-1222) to see if, perchance, my two year old was going to die soon from a bit of a drug overdose from the bottle of meds I had inadvertently, not only left on the kitchen counter, but also had left the child safety cap askew...
I greeted the gentleman, poopy diaper in one hand, phone perched between my shoulder and ear, and informed him of what he was walking in to. He chuckled, always a good sign, and entered to complete his bid while I washed up. As I washed, I reflected on the last several minutes and my apparent inability to just keep my mouth shut and wondered how the rest of the day may shape up...
By 3:00 p.m., I had to choose between my two vowels, I and E; AKA ice cream or alcohol... I chose I, ice cream, thinking that maybe having a Gin and Tonic at 3:00p.m. might just put a damper on the kindergarten graduation ceremony that evening. Or maybe it would have made it go smoother...
P.S. No overdose for Ruby, thank god. edited 5/6 I suppose I should add that at the most, I thought she may have taken one- she didn't take any.
At 10:00 a.m. I opened the front door for the man who had arrived to provide me with a bid for a drywall patch job, for my ceiling in the kitchen, where the toilet upstairs had leaked oh, uh, maybe two years ago. Yeah, anyway, he arrived as I had just finished changing a poopy diaper and was on hold with poison control (1-800-222-1222) to see if, perchance, my two year old was going to die soon from a bit of a drug overdose from the bottle of meds I had inadvertently, not only left on the kitchen counter, but also had left the child safety cap askew...
I greeted the gentleman, poopy diaper in one hand, phone perched between my shoulder and ear, and informed him of what he was walking in to. He chuckled, always a good sign, and entered to complete his bid while I washed up. As I washed, I reflected on the last several minutes and my apparent inability to just keep my mouth shut and wondered how the rest of the day may shape up...
By 3:00 p.m., I had to choose between my two vowels, I and E; AKA ice cream or alcohol... I chose I, ice cream, thinking that maybe having a Gin and Tonic at 3:00p.m. might just put a damper on the kindergarten graduation ceremony that evening. Or maybe it would have made it go smoother...
P.S. No overdose for Ruby, thank god. edited 5/6 I suppose I should add that at the most, I thought she may have taken one- she didn't take any.
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Jun 1, 2008
Transformed...sorta
He wants it long. Drives me nutty. It's generally wavy'ish with some curl going on.
Soooo 70's...Yeesh.
At least I can see his beautiful eyes now.
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