So I’ve been feeling SO badly about the whole posting about foster babies it’s been eating away at me. It doesn’t seem to end, and every time I hear that another person is questioning me or my intentions, I feel like a kid being called into the principal’s office. I dealt with the issue within hours of being told there was a problem. I know the people who had an issue with it are probably still reading this, and I hope they are because I truly, truly meant NO harm in it and didn’t even think about it being an issue.
So apparently my blog reaches more people than just our family and close friends (welcome to the newbies!) who already know the babies who come into our lives. We love these babies with all of our hearts, that’s why we foster, so I would do nothing intentional to jeopardize their safety.
With that being said I hope this is over. Please, it’s a family blog and nothing more and believe me…any child that comes into our care will be referred to as “baby x” and NO information about them will be posted.
I don’t like feeling like this when it was an honest mistake.

This is cute (from another blog):

Dear Santa,
I’ve been a good mom all year. I’ve fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor’s office more than my share, and sold sixty- two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground.
I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son’s red crayon, on the back of a receipt, in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I’ll find any more free time in the next 18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes: I’d like a pair of legs that don’t ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have). And arms that don’t hurt or flap in the breeze, but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I’d also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
If you’re hauling big ticket items this year I’d like finger print resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music.A television that doesn’t broadcast any programs containing talking animals.A refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, “Yes,Mommy” to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don’t fight. Three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting “Don’t eat in the living room” and “Take your hands off your brother,” because my voice seems to be just out of my children’s hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.
If it’s too late to find any of these products, I’d settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning.Or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
If you don’t mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season: Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don’t catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don’t eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always,MOM
P.S. One more thing…you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.

I took a break tonight and re-elfed the boys (this time as babies). Ahhh….how adorable were they?! A trip down Memory Lane always brings a smile. It’s pretty cute!

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1513270353 (as babies)

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9566338191 (as they are today)

Merry Christmas Everyone!
Kendra, Dee, Levi, Carlos and Trey

I think the family pictures says it all….MAMAS ARE TIRED! Seeing Santa is tough work with three little boys. We got to go to the neatest holiday thing at Kiana Lodge today, and the boys got really cool presents and stockings, we had a great meal, a family portrait and they all got to get a picture taken with Santa. Levi and Trey loved it, Carlos fought the big guy. Typical! Anyhow, we’re beat and the kids are busy playing with their new toys. Time to get a PB&J into them and think about bedtime.