A huge update!

We completed our PSMAPP classes.YAY! We have to do a Medication Certification class next week, and done-zo!


Earlier this week we had our family vacation, we went to the Beach, Disneyland, ate all sorts of foods, and met up with friends and family. It was GREAT! We stayed in a suite and even though it was big for a hotel…it just didn’t seem big enough for 6 humans.

Yesterday was Christmas; my kids are spoiled. There was SO much stuff. I couldn’t help but imagine next year with a couple more children…maybe by then even the start of adoption!

We have a Xbox One now and it’s sorta creepy, it watches us and listens to us. I like it too, its nice to have a voice command thing! Also, guess what I am typing on? A NEW COMPUTER. YESSSSS!!! I don’t like blogging much from tablets or laptops but a nice stationary PC…oh yes, that is where it’s at. Needless to say I will be blogging much more regularly; I had been using a fossil before. It ran Vista haha! But the kids had stepped on my laptop and like I had said before blogging from a tablet? Eh, not for me. I like the sound of clicking and the feel of a keyboard beneath my fingers. I am excited.


I am grateful that we had such a great Christmas, we are truly blessed. We spent it with family, friends, and ate comfort food.  In addition; we had our traditional Birthday Party for Jesus. We sang happy birthday and everybody was happy!


Christmas is creeping up on us; we are NOT prepared. Presents…uh, yeah. We have a few under the tree but trying to do vacation and Christmas at the same time, we are on a tight budget. What the hell was I thinking panning this trip?! We are leaving for our trip on Friday for the dreaded Disneyland and other kid type stuff. It’s not fun for adults but the kids eat it up!

Next Thursday is our last class, can you believe it?! I am excited. We had guest speakers at our class last night, a CPS worker and a foster parent. It was nice to get some insight and learn a little from a parent who lives it… the parent who we had met also adopted via foster care. In any case we are having a pot luck next week to celebrate ourselves as we have completed class!




I cannot believe how worked up I had had been. A close friend of mine suggested that I not worry as she had completed her home study several years earlier prior to her adoption… as hard as I had tried I was STRESSED OUT. La, our worker, had even said not to fret; it would be simple. I was still afraid of EVERYTHING. I was such an idiot. It was super easy and not anything to get worked up about.

La came in and we showed her around, she sketched out the floor plan of our home as she went. She didn’t comment about the dishes in the sink, the dirty socks that were on the stairs, the fake pine needles all over the floor in the living room that I had failed to vacuum, or even the mess outside in the sand area where the kids play. She didn’t look in or cabinets, closets, or pantry. I thought she would have. After she had a tour we sat down and talked, we had finished our application and have all of our ducks in a row, although she did mention that I screwed up my autobiography. Apparently they want to know what it was like growing up as a gypsy, my dads free spirited parenting, and more details about how Husband and I met. La was interested in Husband and his life, as he had not yet completed his autobiography. She wants to know stuff I hadn’t even thought about like when Husband was in juvenile hall, random crap he had done in college, and funny stories.

We have a few more visits before we are complete with our home study, it has to be 4 hours total. La told us that next time it will be much more personal and she will ask questions that might make us uncomfortable. Pfft, make US uncomfortable? Please. She also told us that we could be licenses for only boys, only girls, or both. Naturally we agreed on both as we don’t want to rule anyone out. La knows we are interested in adopting and she helped us understand that fragment of the ordeal. I had asked her how we get licensed to adopt, she says that we don’t until a child is legally free (parental rights severed) and then we get our foster license converted to an adoption license at that time. I am still unclear if we can continue to foster after having our license converted.

La asked me a question today, she asked “You look like you have it all together…do you?” I was proud to answer yes. I do have it all together; I am a mama…it’s my nature. Yes, I have struggles but I also have systems and I ROCK MOTHERHOOD. I have bad days, I have good days and I yell sometimes. I make mistakes but I always apologize. I used to say I wasn’t good at anything, I sucked at sports, I am a poor writer, and hobbies are out of the question. Now that I am older…I know I am a good mother! That is what I am good at.

Also, La expressed that she wanted to make sure we got licensed first. Does this me we are the star students? Hahah. I’m not going to lie; it felt good to know that she wanted to license us first. I truly believe we are model parents and that we have a very strange family dynamic but we work it better than runway models work their bodies.

Next on my agenda? I need a bigger dining room table. I currently  have a table for 8…it;s obvious that I need a table for 10.

In addition, I feel the need to document this: I have had a dream about a baby girl named Sally for three nights in a row. What does it mean?!

Check please.

Something must have really screwed up the cosmic balance in my household, this morning EVERY. SINGLE. CHILD. has decided to act out in a way that is just unbelievable. I love my babies, I do…I just wish I had a shred of sanity left this morning. I think I have the bad behavior contained…for now.

I am finishing up the winter closet clean out with my babies today, Biscuit has proven to be the hardest. She insists on keeping shorts and tank tops because ‘they’re sooooo cute!” Um, it’s winter and those shorts you decide to keep will be skanky booty shorts next summer. Not happening, kid. Biscuit is a complete pack rat, she keeps papers, ripped clothing, and every piece of schoolwork she has ever completed.Luckily for us she is a very organized pack rat…until you look in her dresser and see everything crammed in there. Dresser drawers are, clearly, her kryptonite.

Luckily all of the other kids have been a breeze, they happily welcomed me into their rooms and enjoyed me helping them clean out their clutter. Sadly, I realized Lemon has very little winter clothes. You see she must be a mutant; she is HUGE. I purchased winter clothes in the 12 month size, but they’re all too small. Lemon is 10 months old and wear 18-24 month clothing. All of the 18-24 months are summery clothes. UGH. 

Boy Child is playing with Lemon, LOUDLY, where I am attempting to blog. Lemon is screaming with glee, Boy Child is laughing.

Bunny is in the next room playing with an empty Christmas wrapping paper roll, beating it loudly on various items and singing the most ghastly and annoying song ever.

Biscuit is still upset about clothing and is trying to ‘defuse’ by watching some preteen movie on Amazon Prime and she is coming back and forth into my blogging area asking if she can purchase this or that and how to do so. Now she is huffy and crying because I said I didn’t want to purchase some teeny bopper drama.

This is my life. I am ready to add more chaos. I must be stupid. The truth is, I get anxious if I am not directing a child or if I hear silence. When my babies aren’t here I am constantly wondering what they are doing. I call, I text, I email to be in the know. My babies are my everything and I would do anything to protect them. I have absolutely no problem whatsoever with adding one or two more children. I have room in my heart, in my life, in my house, and in my car. Bring it, Foster care.


Last nights class; PS MAPP, yo!

Husband and I attended our PSMAPP class last night, we always meet at Taco Bell 15 minutes before class and have a quick catch up session and take our dinner to class. Class was informative tonight; we were taught about Baby Court and lengths of time children will be in foster care. THIS WAS EXCITING! We have adoption on our agenda, this was very exciting news!

You see, in an ideal world… we want to adopt a little boy. By little I mean 6 or 7 years old, not an infant. We have 3 girls in our house, my son would LOVE a brother. Yes, I know it’s awfully picky. Stop judging me. I SAID IN A PERFECT WORLD. Hey, I am allowed to want things and I should not feel guilty for know what my family needs; my son couldn’t handle yet another sister running havoc on his life and ganging up on him. I want my boy to do boy stuff and get in trouble for accidentally breaking windows while playing baseball…not be yelled at for putting a dress wrong on an American Girl doll. Also, I am TOTALLY open to and infant, male or female.Now that you’re shaking your head at me for being an ass and being all picky-choosy, let’s move on to the good stuff: information.

Baby Court, children under 3 years of age fall into this category. Parents who don’t get their crap together by 6 months will have their parental rights terminated.

All other children have an 18 month time period before their parents parental rights are terminated.

WAIT. I’m not saying that we want that. Clearly we all want the kids to go back to their homes and have a normal life. Sometimes it is best for them to loose their rights, sometimes parents just can’t get their crap together in time. Also, I was told something that I felt was a little shady. If a birth parent asks you “If I sign my rights away to you, will you adopt my child(ren)? All I would want is to see them from time to time.” We are to say “YES.” Even if we do not agree to their terms, we tell them yes. Because if we were to adopt the child(ren) after it is all finalized… we are their legal parent and make choices in their best interest. So, I can say yes and agree to the birth parents request and later, after everything is said and done, I can completely screw them and do whatever I please.

There are two sides to this, I understand it to some degree and completely disagree to it on another. Yes, if a birth parent is quick and willing to sign their child over then obviously they’re in no right mind to parent. I also feel that its shady, why lie? It’s tough for me.

Anyway, I was stoked to learn the ‘time limits.”


I was told that  I needed a bed and dresser for each child who would be coming into our home, that’s legitimate. I’ve been out looking for a bed and I simply couldn’t pay $200 for a bed, I am cheap. Seriously, I am cheap. I clip coupons and look for deep discounts. Sure, I could afford to buy new fancy things but WHY!? I’m frugal and I don’t care what anyone thinks.

Boy Child has a huge room it’s 17×25, he wants to share a room with New Kid. I’m cool with that, besides Bunny has a trundle bed and if New Kid is a female then she can bunk with her. Well, let me tell you about the glorious deal I found the other day and St. Vincent DePaul. They were having a 75% off sale and I found a sweet platform bed with 4 drawers and a center cupboard  and I paid $12.50 for it! It is absolutely beautiful! Today I got a new mattress, sheets, and rearranged Boy Child’s room and it is all ready. I even dug out a matching comforter to Boy Child’s bed, it looks amazing!

I am getting more and more anxious about the home study on Monday. Our house is huge, we have stairs, we have a pool, and we have probably a bazillion safety hazards. Ugh. 


It looks like Christmas barfed everywhere. I have two trees; one in our family room and one in our living room. Until the beginning of next year they will be referred to as Red Room and Blue Room. Yes, I am that woman… I color code and get all matchy-matchy with everything. My Blue Room has blue and silver decorations and wrapping paper and the Red Room has red and white decorations and wrapping paper.

I’ve lost my train of though.

I just had to deal with Bunny in crisis. Her and Biscuit were playing and somehow managed to pull about half of Bunny’s big toenail off and bent backward. GROSS. Do you have any idea how difficult reasoning with a 4 year old about the clipping of the toenail process is when she believes it’s factual that it will hurt? Based on her reaction one would think that this child had never had her fingernails nor toenails clipped in her life. Drama.

We have a series of things that we do when the kids get hurt, first we decipher the cry, survey the damage, and then we ask a simple question such as “What is your favorite color?” If we can get through the series it usually means no trip to the hospital. However the system fails from time to time… especially if there is nerve damage.

Now that I have no clue what I was talking about, I’ll just go now.