Progress

I'm almost afraid to admit it, but we may have turned a corner with Tony. He's pooped in the potty four times now and I'm happy dancing all over the place. I've been having visions of handing him over to his bride someday with a package of adult diapers and baby wipes. Practicality says it wouldn't get that far, but when you're knee deep in the poop trenches it's hard to find the light at the end of the sewer drain. Is it possible that in another 18 months - 3 years I could see the end of the pampers budget? Seriously, I think I could have made a decent down payment on a house for what we've spent on diapers over the years. But what could I possibly have to write about if I'm not getting pooped on every other day? Maybe the visit I had with my sister where we decided it would be great if we could just tattoo socks on all our kids and save ourselves the eternal sock hunt. Or how, when I went to spank Chuy for playing during nap time today, he leapt into his bed, turned his face to the wall and began to pretend snore. Or maybe how we're finally in the end stages of getting paperwork finalized so that a couple of the boys' brothers can live with us permanently. OK. Maybe my life will not be boring  after all.

Truth be told, I can't hardly imagine life without my crew of pirates/super heroes/glazed doughnut monsters (that glaze on their face might look sweet and sugary, but I wouldn't kiss it if I were you) /puppies/wild animals/astronauts. Drew and Y made themselves jet packs this weekend out of discarded boxes, paper and cupcake liners. Genius. It kept them busy for hours! Anything they want to imagine can be acted out with a full compliment of characters. And their imagination only seems to grow as the family grows. Granted, their imagination often includes a full range of disgusting bodily noises, imaginary barf and snot. It's a boy thing.

This weekend, we will not only have our two soon-to-be Baucoms, but we'll also have another brother of theirs for a day and two of the boys friends for a couple days. A friend told me I'm crazy. I know she's right. At times we will have nine boys. All  ten and under. I'm already preparing food for the black hole that will be the dining room table. But I'm so excited about it! I'm sure there will be a post coming about the experience. Good, bad and insane.