So I should really, really, really, really, really be finishing my sub plans for tomorrow. But I'm not.
In part because ohmyholypasta that is boring - I've written way too many sub plans already this year for trainings and seminars and I'm tired of writing them. Luckily for my sub, my LAD kids are taking the CELDT and my Freshmen are typing in the library. Easy peasy (hopefully). So it's not like my plans have to be magically detailed. But I'm still not motivated to write them.
The larger part of my reluctance to be productive is that I sooooooo owe you all a blog. It's been AGES since I posted last. I can't even remember what my last post was about. Probably about how weird or disgusting the youngest child is, because he's really weird and disgusting (in that sweet, endearing way).
But you all deserve a real update and I have one to give you.
Not today. Or even next week or next month. But today I talked with someone from a local adoption/foster agency and in November I'm going to attend an informational meeting so we can start the process. Ideally we'd have a new little Rodgers by *next* Christmas. So Poe will be 4, Griff will be 2.5, and NLR (new little Rodgers) will be...??? Our ideal age range is 3 or younger. So we'll see what the universe has in store for us.
This has been something Bryan and I have talked about for awhile. And I don't want to put it off anymore - we have the love and the room (well, we need a bigger car, but that's an easy thing to fix). I've always wanted lots of kids, and three is our compromise. I also hate being pregnant with a passion of one thousand suns... plus I've finally lost all my baby weight. So this allows us to grow our family while preserving my sanity and my waist. My PPD with Griffin was pretty horrible, I don't want to go through that again. I also don't want to take off weeks and weeks of work. Obviously I'll take some time off when NLR joins our family so we can all have time to bond, adjust, and enjoy each other. But there's no "healing" time involved in adoption. No breastfeeding woes. No pads the size of life rafts.
I'm sure it will come with it's own unique set of challenges, but I'm looking forward to facing those challenges as a family.
I asked Penelope if she wanted a new brother or sister and she said "ummm... yes Mommy, I would please"
Griffin just headbutted me. I take that as a yes.
I'm really looking forward to it. Since both Poe & G were unplanned I never got the opportunity to anticipate or plan. We rolled with the surprise and were happy - but the intentionality of this process is a whole different animal. And the organizer in me loves it.
So the process will not be fast. And I'm sure it will be stressful at times. We don't have any race/gender preferences. We do only want one (so no sibling groups), and for a variety of reasons we can't take a child with significant health issues.
But we've made the first step, and I'm so very glad we have.
The other day I was taking a shower and G-Man was in the bathroom with me. I hear an odd splashing sound and peek out to see Griffin dip Bryan's toothbrush in the toilet and then brush his teeth with it.
Griffin tends to spit up. Especially since he is in a constant state of motion even after he eats. This morning he spit up on the rug after having done a somersault about 2 minutes after eating. Immediately after he pukes he sticks his hand in it.
He routinely lifts the lid of the potty seat and either puts his hand or his foot in the pee-catching receptacle.
My idea of brushing his hair is sitting down (mostly still) for 10 seconds.
His idea of me brushing his hair is wiggling out of my grasp, crawling around on the floor while laughing hysterically as I mutter obscenities under my breath, shrieking with delight when he is recaptured, then flailing around like some sort of Pentecostal as I attempt to brush, and finally it ends with me giving up. This lasts about 6 minutes.
I have a feeling this won't be the only thing we disagree about as he grows up.