Tackle It Tuesday-- Another Late Edition

I haven't been home all day and finally I had a chance to finish up the last of the-- are you ready?

ADOPTION PAPERS!

These three little envelopes are going to permanently change our lives forever. Well, not necessarily the envelopes but definitely the adoption will finalize it all, of course.

As I sealed the last envelope I asked Hubs if he still wanted to do this because he needed to speak now or forever hold his peace. He said he still wanted to but it wasn't the naive Hubs that practically bubbled over in the beginning. It was more of a cautious Hubs who has been worn down and beat up by 5 children. lol

I guess what it boils down to, is despite how much they torment us and treat us so badly, we can still see a dim light at the end of the tunnel. Even if it's a tiny little tip of a needle dot of light. It's still something and for now, that's good enough for us.

So that is my tackle, small and yet soooo big. For more tackles or if you are tackling something yourself and want to join, click here.

Sometimes you just gotta laugh

Ok, some of you might be looking at that and thinking..."huh?, why would she post that and more importantly why is her child writing such a thing?"

This is CDQ writing to her best friend. CDQ will be 8 on Friday. Yep, she's a leap year baby. Anyway, she was writing to her friend and like a good friend she was boasting about their eternal "friendship". You know-- "FRIENDSHIP FOREVER!"

Well, except that's not quite what she wrote, now is it? As I sat at my desk laughing near tears, I had to wonder what her friend's expression would be when SHE read it. Because her reading skills are probably A LOT more better than my daughter's writing skills. lol

This one, my friends is for the books. I am going to keep it and when I get around to scrapbooking I am going to scrap it in along with pictures of her and her friends because that is where it belongs--FOREVER!

A Meme

NOW I HAVE BEEN TAGGED BY... A Life Uncommon (Donetta)


Once you are tagged, link back to the person who tagged you.
Post “The Rules” on your blog.
Post seven weird or random facts about yourself on your blog.
Tag seven people and link to them.
Comment on their blogs to let them know they’ve been tagged.

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Wow, seven weird or random facts... Hmmm...

1. I have three degrees that I don't even use. I have a BS in Information Technology, an AA in Letters, Arts and Sciences and an AS in Computer Programming.

2. I met Hubs online while finishing up my BS.

3. I am the first and only person to earn a degree in my family. It took me 10 years but I did it all by myself.

4. I love to eat dill pickles. I go through a jar of 24 jumbo pickles a month. I'm craving a pickle right now.

5. I've been raising* kids between the ages of newborn and 12 years old since I was 8 years old myself. I raised 7 kids before the 5 I have now came along. My duties expanded as I got older. It is possible...siblings raising siblings, etc...

*by raising, I did everything for them but provide financially. Bottles, diapers, assemblies, conferences, laundry, cooking, cleaning, showers, teaching, etc...

6. I am a former (most of the time) perfectionist who has morphed into a procrastinator who is afraid of both success and failure and therefore do not get things done until the last minute which frustrates me to no end.

7. I have a weakness for rescuing Betta fish from W@l-M@rt. They are so poorly cared for and if I walk by and see a Betta practically trying to break through the plastic to get my attention, I take him or her home. Which is why I now have 14. (I just lost one this morning to dropsy). I haven't gone by lately because it breaks my heart when they die and it breaks my heart to know that there are desperate Bettas out there who need help. If that makes sense.

I know I am supposed to tag 7 people but I don't know who has done this already or not and I'm not even sure if I know 7 people. lol

So, I tag you...the one who hasn't done this and feels like sharing 7 random and/or weird things about yourself. Come back and let me know that you've done this so I can come back and see all the weirdness and randomness that you possess. lol

Keeping the Toothfairy Busy

The past few nights have been filled with nightly tooth fairy pillow stuffing. We've had 4 teeth lost by the masses and tonight is the final night (unless another tooth falls out today). It's funny how driven they are to see that shiny quarter in the palm of their hand...yep...our tooth fairy only pays a quarter.

IF it's a pristine tooth, no cavities, the tooth fairy leaves a whole dollar.

They witnessed that sweet little miracle when their cousin was staying and lost his tooth.

In this round of losses. The Boy lost his very first tooth.

Oh The Plans! They were laid while the tooth was still wiggling in his mouth. There was popcorn and pickle at school to be bought! The possibilities of this mini fortune were endless.
He kept telling me "OH! I can buy this and OH! I can buy that!" He seemed at such a loss with all the decisions that were popping into his head.

I told him I had a wonderful idea. Seeing as he hasn't turned in any of the donation envelopes that he received from Catechism, maybe he should tuck that little gem in one and donate it to the Church.

It's funny because that "wonderful idea" was met with total silence and then I heard no more of his brilliant ideas and the struggles he was having making a decision.

Clearly, I was not to be included in the plans any longer because I'm out of my mind. lol

She got in!!

Duh! This has been sitting in my drafts since the 4th. I thought I published it. lol
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Last Wednesday the oldest went for the tour of the Catholic School. She spent the whole day there in class and took some tests to determine her levels.

When I went to pick her up they told me she was in. She's excited and I'm excited for her. This is going to be huge. Especially since she is now talking about wanting to go to college.

Now, paying for tuition and uniforms and all that good stuff. I need to get a second job.

She had to wear a long skirt that went past her knees and a polo shirt just to visit the school. When I called her into breakfast, I was just so shocked about how much she has grown. She is a little lady now.

Twelve

Twelve years ago today I quietly stood in the corner of a hospital delivery room and watched you come into the world. I was angry when the nurse walked towards me during your delivery to ask me how I was doing. I was fine, they had more important "stuff" to attend to.



3 months before that I had outed your mother to the world. She was 15 and she was pregnant and why wasn't anyone acknowledging it. I bought the pregnancy test that showed positive. I took your mother to her appointments. I bought you clothes and your very first car seat. I made sure you were ready to come home.

I tried to make sure you were well taken care of but I had 4 other kids I was caring for who seemed to need me more.

When I first realized that things weren't right, I called CPS to try and get you help. They did nothing. After many years and more babies, I stopped because no one would help.

If I had known how bad it really was for you, I would have never stopped and I wouldn't have ever let you go back. I didn't know that such heartless and cruel people existed. My world was still tinted pink with naivety.

This is your second birthday that we celebrate since your placement with me. You've grown into such a intelligent young lady, albeit a little rough around the edges but it's my job to teach you and polish you to help you shine.

I kept telling you to hold on to 11 and now I am going to keep nagging you to hold on to 12. They only come once and they go by so fast. When childhood passes, it's gone and as you know the world can be so very cruel. I only want happiness and the best for you. I know right now you can't understand that.

But hopefully, some day you will. I worry about you and the secrets that you keep. I hope you will grow to trust me and to understand I am only doing right by you. I hope you don't shut me out like your mother did and find yourself lost in a downward spiral. I keep telling you that you aren't her but I see you making so many of the same mistakes she did and it scares me.

You are so much smarter and better. I wish you knew that.



Happy Twelfth Birthday DROOLER*!

Love you.

*I used to call her Drooler when she was a baby because she was always drooling.

Mickey Says...

Like most kids, the boy has trouble following directions. In fact, it seems that he's not even listening at all. This, compounded by the fact that he "can't" do anything is frustrating. So when I saw these Mickey ears on clearance for $2 I figured what the heck.

I thought it would be something that could interest him and be fun. But as you can see right off the bat he started with "I can't". ARGH!

But then Mickey asked him to do something and he did it, Mickey told him he did a good job. So he was excited. Wish he would get that excited when I tell him he's done a good job.

Here Mickey told him to tip toe. Some how it seems to sense when he does something that Mickey hasn't told him to and it gently reminds him that "Mickey didn't say..."

It plays songs that he can dance to but my favorite part is Mickey Says which is basically Simon says. He's underdeveloped and the game is really for a smaller child but his lack of maturity and inability to do anything make it right up his alley.

Sometimes I worry that he might be mildly retarded. I had heard that he had a seizure when he was an infant and had stopped breathing. But when I questioned further, I'm afraid it could have been a stroke. Especially when I see that things are lopsided and one side looks more alert than the other. It also sounds like he lacked oxygen for quite some time before help arrived.

I have to figure out how to approach this and if it is even possible to examine him and see that far back into his life and what damage was done.

He was supposed to go on a field trip to the museum with his class today but he woke up spewing every where... good times...