Here we are, a family of seven for exactly one month.
I'm not going to lie, it's been a huge adjustment.
We've had interesting conversations:
Child-"How long are they staying anyways?"
Me- "Um, forever, just like you."
Child- "Argh, I thought they were just going to visit for awhile."
Me- "No honey. Adoption is forever. You know that. You didn't just visit."
Child- "I don't like this at all."
"I bet when they first arrived here they thought they had traveled into the future."
Every morning, I find two extra children on my bedroom floor. As soon as daddy gets up to shower I find two extra children in my bed. First words out of their mouths every day, "machine?" Meaning, "Get up mom, let's go somewhere in the car."
Child- "Where are we going?"
Me- "We're going to Target."
Cheers erupt from the two newest children. Seriously, shouts of joy.
"No. Eggs, toast, mango, banana pou manje."
"No, eggs. Hot dog."
"No hot dog pou manje."
"OUI hoooooooooot dooooooooog."
At which point child #1, 2, or 3 makes the newest children hot dogs so they won't have to listen to whining.
Ironic isn't it?
The older kids can't stand whining. The older children will do anything to stop the whining.
It's been difficult and it's been wonderful.
One day home and the children were introduced to Marvel and all of the Avengers.
Two days home and the boys had taught their new brother to ride a bike.
Four days home and everyone was familiar with a Nerf gun.
Two weeks home and the kids camped in the backyard. All five of them, together.
Three weeks home and we've seen the Avengers over 25 times.
Four weeks home, and the newest spent the night at grandme and grandpapa's home.
One month home, new children, growing family, old issues, new issues, lots of fighting, lots of playing, and lots of love.