Not from my parents!!
Remember how I used to blog? Well, I did.
Let me just take a second to thank my amazing audience for humoring me a little.
Both of you.
Then suddenly everything seemed too personal to randomly post on the ol’ blog. My life suddenly wasn’t just Sponge Bob and Sledding. Well, it was but there was a lot more going on. You know, amongst the Sponge Bob, and the Sledding. Oh and the Phineas and Ferb. Anyone watch that show? It’s hilarious.
Anyways, my point is, I’M BAAACK.
Guess who is going to look so darn cute in this onesie?
It reads: I get my good looks from my birth family.
One of the many wonderful hidden blessings of adoption is the birth family that comes along with our child. Come on, try telling me you wouldn’t want a whole extra group of people just to dote and love your child. Try. Adoption is so awesome. :)
So knowing that we wanted a birth family who would continue to be involved with our family, we tried to attract someone similar to us by only posting the funniest pictures of us on our adoption profile.
Then, while at a family party one day, Chris was proudly showing everyone his disgusting toe nail that had just fallen off his big toe. He’s such a big boy so I snapped a picture of that lovely toe.
Doesn’t everyone want to see his gross toe?
Exactly. And let me tell all of you, I was NOT going to post this picture on our adoption blog!
But everyone in that room very quickly instructed me that I was NOT allowed to post that picture.
What?
I guess after seeing all the silly pictures I had decided to post they thought we would never ever add to our family. We apparently looked too weird to raise a human being. But I left them all up and almost, almost added the toe picture.
That’s when my evil plan worked. WAH HA HA! I posted those crazy pictures hoping to find someone who would relate to us and thereby add someone just as silly as we are to our family.
And I’m pretty sure we are going to get what we asked for.
Spending time with Kenzie and Brock has quickly become the norm for us. We are honestly so excited that they have considered us to be the parents of their little son and want to be involved in his life. What a lucky little boy he will be to get to know them and to know how much they love him.
BUT
maybe I could have posted a few pictures that showed the more refined side of us.
Look what we’ve gotten ourselves into.
The gun show. Okay. If you have the genetic predisposition from both your mom and dad to be into guns and tasers… help us!
Singing. At the top of our lungs. Brock was the, uhum, best and bolted out the ugliest, loudest renditions of any song we picked. Wannabe by the Spice Girls was the best one by far. But I’m thinking we may invest in a good set of ear plugs.
And the very worst one yet was the infamous game of Nintendo 64’s Mario Kart. Within the first three minutes of first meeting Brock we found a commonality. Mario Kart. And from that second on there has been a discussion of the big huge contest battling out manhood in the form of a remote control from the nineties. Brock laid it all out on the table with VERY high stakes on this game. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about but I’m not going to type it. That way they have no evidence because…..
Chris friggin’ lost.
And then he swore.
Hopefully Brock forgets about the bet because Chris and I are so completely thrilled, excited, pee your pants happy that a little boy is coming our way. And they keep warning us that this boy will be part Brock and part Kenzie (like we should take that as a threat) but let me tell you, it’s a pretty great mixture. We think they are the best!
