I’m not through with you yet
I am now the proud owner of two new siblings. Ahem. That’s right. Some couples go out and buy themselves new cars every few years, or get themselves a yacht. My mother and stepfather are hooked on adopting. I am now the oldest of six (gulp) children ranging in age from 5 to 23. Holy chit.
At first I thought they were out of their ever loving minds for adding to their family at their age, but I think that it will be all right. The kids are sweet and adorable and they can’t stop saying “Mommy” and “Daddy”. They say the words like they are made of pure gold. J is 5 and talks like JFK.
When he gets nervous or uncomfortable, he says “H-O-P” over and over again. It’s his mantra.
The other J is 6 and she is sweet and adorable and has been hoping to be adopted for a long time. Last night was her first night with them and she climbed into bed and kept saying, “Ahh, my own special bed!”
To mark the beginning of their new siblinghood, the three of them took scissors and cut large chunks out of their hair. No one had the heart to yell at them.