Corban was a gigantic surprise. huge.enormous.surprise.Corban came into our lives in a completely unnatural-to-us manner...by birth. I was a horrible pregnant person. I was never one of the sweet round-bellied ladies that I have seen so often. I have heard multitudes of women (bless them) say pregnancy is beautiful. But no one could convince me of the loveliness in... Continue Reading →
TC does not like me to tell his story.And since it is his story, not mine...I won't.But I do have permission to show pictures.And tell you a little from my perspective.So...let's do this.This is TC...As you can see, he takes after his dad.If there is a camera around, he is not going to just "say... Continue Reading →
Another birthday...Judsen is turning ELEVEN! He is so old.Beginnings.Judsen had one of the most difficult beginnings. He still deals with the aftermath.Just like everyone who has begun life in a brutal manner.This boy...our 3rd in order of age, but our first adoption came screaming into our lives...and I literally mean SCREAMING at the absolute tip... Continue Reading →
Grocery Shopping.Get ready. Child: MOM!!! Did you KNOW that elephants poop babies out of their BEHIND!??Me: I did not know...but I am pretty sure that is inaccurate information.Which of course set me up for:Child: Inaccurate, you mean wrong?? How do elephant babies get out? And how do they get in there in the first place??Me:... Continue Reading →
foster children... In our country, there is somewhere around 410,000 children in foster care on any given day. Roughly 110,000 of these children are available for adoption. The average age of a waiting child is 8-years-old. Each year, over 20,000-30,000 youth “age out” of foster care. This means 20,000-30,000 new 18-year-olds are released from the... Continue Reading →
Once we got six kids permanently, transportation became a problem. We had a little mini-van which held the kids and me but not Nigel. So, since we like him a little we had to find something to carry all of us.We had an Excursion for a bit. I am not sure I can really classify... Continue Reading →
We started fostering because I couldn't say no...to a 2-year-old little boy that had been so brutalized that he had black eyes,teeth marks all over his body, head trauma, broken ribs and healed broken ribs...and in child abuse, healed broken ribs just meansit has happened before.He screamed and screamed He still screams sometimes.I couldn't ignore... Continue Reading →
Mia turned 8 today.Mia came to us at ten months old. She was dirty and smelly. I wasn't sure what to do with her, feed her or give her a bath...so we did both...bottle in the tub.She continued to grow, she did not, and still does not, sleep well. I thought I would never sleep... Continue Reading →
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