It may not seem like it but I have been in somewhat of a blogging funk. Over the years I have learned to never blog in the heat of the moment or even the same few days that something is going on. Nothing is ever as bad as it seems then right when I am in the midst of a trial and so I like to wait until the storm has blown over before I blog about it. By then, I can't remember all the details which is probably a good thing. However, I still try to blog about it to a certain extent and yet I hold back deciding it probably shouldn't be shared. Why? My kids are getting older. More people read our blog. The trials we experience are not really adoption related as much as they are kid related and I don't want to confuse people by painting a negative picture about adoption by sharing our parenting trials.
Over the years I think the purpose of this blog has changed. It started out twofold. One being a place for me to journal about our family's journey through life with words and pictures-- the second being a place to offer adoption support through sharing our ups and downs. I wanted to provide encouragement to other adoptive families by sharing our life in hopes that they would feel some shred of support.
Now I think I blog to entertain my kids and keep in touch with all of you. Sure I try to keep it real, but how real-- you will never know.
Seriously. If I was keeping it really real my blog posts would read like this.
Today came way too soon. I was way too comfortable in my bed even with Oliver standing in his crib in the corner of the room cooing and flirting with me across the way. As much as I adore my little Olliepop, for the moment I adored sleep more. Until, I heard the all to familiar sound of Alex making his way to the toilet. Sleep time was over as he loudly called out to Nolan, Dennis, and whoever else popped into his mind.
Morning was here whether I liked it or not.
We were out of milk again. I made Jonny and I some cinnamon toast. As I ate mine, I whipped up some instant oatmeal for the little boys. Yes I was eating before them. As I sat down I realized that I had a gazillion tings to do today and no one had made coffee.
Thankfully I have amazing daughters who love to get Oliver changed and dressed in the morning. I asked the girls to help get Nolan dressed too. I nearly forgot to give Alex his medicine as I rushed out the door to take Jonny to an appointment.
Back home for only a few minutes, I received a call with some of the kids' lab results. One with elevated cholesterol levels, and two needing additional testing-- it was not the news I was hoping to hear. Neither was the second opinion the ophthalmologist was requesting we get for Jonny before deciding on a course of action for his exotropia.
Home school went fairly smooth today unlike most other days these past two months. Sveta and Anastasia blew me away with their 3 digit multiplication skills. As usual, a few of the kids didn't seem real interested in school today. Oddly, my boys who go to public school and are still on vacation had more excitement as they asked for me to give them stuff to do alongside their siblings.
A few times throughout the day, Dennis would break out in this exaggerated "I'm hurt" cry just to get one of his siblings in trouble. Sadly, he has been doing this more and more over the last few weeks and I didn't catch on to him until today. I hope the kids could forgive me for sending them to their room so often.
This afternoon the middle boys came running into the house from playing on the trampoline-- screaming and acting frantic. I of course thought one of the younger boys were badly hurt outside and nearly go berserk because of their rambunctious behavior. Quickly the middle boys see that I am not a happy camper and tell me that they are sorry for scaring me. Nolan, Alex, and Dennis are okay-- the middle boys just thought it would be funny to run away from them instead of helping them out of the trampoline.
Nice. That's my boys.
Since we ate breakfast so late, and the kids had a later than usual snack, I only fed lunch to Oliver and those who asked for something to eat. I then made Nolan actually finish his food before giving him a piece of candy. Bad mommy, I know.
I did get around to changing Oliver's bedding this afternoon and was thankful to see that Julia had put the clean sheets back on his crib mattress when I was giving the little boys a bath.
Speaking of bath time.
Oliver pooped in the bathtub while taking a bath with Dennis. And Alex gave me quite a scare. 800 CCs of water went in and only 50 CCs came out. I spent nearly 40 minutes massaging and pushing on his poor tummy. Alex was so thankful for my help that there was no screaming in my face whatsoever. What a trade off I suppose.
If I went back through the whole month of December you would have heard about the story of finding a bag of dirty underwear with a water bottle filled with pee. And the catcher-- I didn't believe it was pee. Enough said.
And you would have heard all about our drama with one daughter. Hateful words even if they aren't meant when said still have consequences.
Or the fact that $3 is still missing from the container where money is kept for the kids to practice counting coins for home school.
Or the day one of my sons fingerpainted with poo.
Oh yes-- if I shared like this, I would be keeping it really real.
At this point in our lives, I do wonder if being this candid is still helpful to those who find encouragement from this blog or if it is merely just fodder for strangers to poke fun at the expense of my family.
In a perfect world, I like to believe that someone finds comfort in knowing that one of my children did the same thing that theirs did. In my heart, I choose to believe that our story shares Christ's love and example of adoption regardless of the hardships one might endure. It is my hope that seeing Dennis or Alex or Annalyn or Oliver blossom by reading about even the little things in their life brings a smile to someone's life.
It is so much easier to just be a little bit real.