My Nomination for Sainthood

I was texting with another mom of a large family today.  We were texting back and forth about her upcoming adoption.  She texted “I got my first comment about what a saint I am.”  I welcomed her nomination for sainthood, and to the sisterhood.  The Sisterhood of the Sainted Mothers through Adoption.

She has just gained her official membership.  Every mother through adoption does the first time someone makes a comment about what a saint we are for having adopted.  Those comments become even more frequent when you become a large family.

Sainthood for mothers actually isn’t actually a thing.  No matter how badly we want it to be.  I’ve made no secret about how perfectly imperfect I am.  If you follow me on Facebook I make jokes about my swearing, boozing and occasionally absolutely crap parenting.  My kids would line up to be the very first to tell you about all the mistakes I make.

I hope they all have their own blogs someday.  I’ll sit in the nursing home and fill their inbaskets with so many comments they won’t know what to do with themselves.  I’m giggling even now at that mental image.  Brady is getting it first.

Seriously though, I can be ridiculous.  I’m Type A.  I can’t stand mess (can you imagine? In a house of 13 people, I can’t stand mess).  I’m not easy to be married to.  In fact, I’d say I’m awful to be married to.  I have ridiculously high expectations of absolutely everyone around me, including myself.  I’ve been in therapy for forever now.  I have baggage in the form of my non-existent family relationships.  All this is on top of my love of swearing, wine, and on top of the intermittent crap parenting choices.

No one will be submitting my name for canonization anytime soon.

As I was texting with this friend I confided in her that this large family thing can be isolating.  It’s not the children, or even their special needs that isolate me, it’s the idea of the Sisterhood.  People think I’m unapproachable because I absolutely must be perfect.  After all, I’m raising all these great kids.  I am.  But they’re not perfect either.  I just don’t tell you about their screw ups.  I tell you about mine instead.  This is my journey to talk about.

I have to imagine that people wonder why I live so much of my life on social media, discussing things that other people might deem way too personal.  I do it to combat the isolation.  Aren’t you so much more likely to come and talk to me at a social function if you know that I swear, love wine and sometimes scream at my kids and husband like a harpy?  Because, maybe you do too.

We’ll need to rename the Sisterhood.

–FullPlateMom, who hopes you’ll bring your suggestions to the comments.



I’m Doing the Best I Can.

I’m headed to the middle school to pick up Miss Ally in just a few short hours.  We are SO excited to have her back after a week in DC.  If you follow me on Facebook, you’ve seen my updates from her.  She has texted daily, emailed and sent photos.  Then she told us she misses us, and that, sadly, a tour with 40 middle schoolers is just too quiet for her.  That is sad because it’s an obvious commentary on how loud our house is.

Her absence left a hole, but we’ve been keeping busy.  Adjusting to the summer routine is always just that, an adjustment.  We’ve also been thrown for a little health-related loop when it comes to Gigi.  Her eyes have been a concern since she came.  We’re not sure what caused her vision loss, and we’re not sure if whatever that cause will cause her to lose more of her vision.  We live in a state where there is, apparently, a shortage of qualified pediatric Ophthalmologists.  We received approval late last week to travel to Mayo Clinic.

Prior to doing that, we have to see our local Ophthalmologist again and be worked in with a Geneticist.  Plus, we have a whole slew of ongoing Audiology appointments.  Plus, we have intensive Deaf Preschool for the next three weeks.  Plus, we’ve hired an interpreting student to come and work with all the kids on the days our Deaf Mentor doesn’t.  And, we have signed swim lessons for Gigi, because, she is a drowning risk every single time we enter an area with water (she is wild woman in the water).

This is one child.  Of 11.

I’m not complaining, this is what we signed on for.  And, I love my kids desperately.  But, it’s hard.  As one might imagine, other people get lost in the shuffle.  I got three texts this week from people asking if I’m mad at them.  That’s the problem with social media, the internet, and having 11 kids.  Tone is hard to read,  and, I’m short on time, so I take short cuts.  I am rarely angry in a way that would cause me to simply not respond to someone.  I’m sure I just forgot.  Please don’t give up.  I really am so sorry.

I’m asking for some grace.

If I skipped your personal message by accident, I am so sorry.  If I missed an email, or a text, I’m sorry.  If you see me on my phone, answering emails and texts, I am not ignoring you, I promise.  This is a rough season for us.  Everyone has them.  Sadly, we are not immune.

–FullPlateMom, who is grateful for grace.


Messy Hair Don’t Care: Tess’s Laundry Detergent.

It has been heavy around this blog for the last couple of posts.  I thought I would share something fun this time.  Tess enjoys playing Holly Homemaker immensely and has perfected her own recipe for laundry detergent.  She has incredibly sensitive skin, so this has been trial and error to make sure that none of these ingredients bother her.  We’re all good.  The basic ingredients for Tess’s recipe are pictured here, one by one.  Everything but the fabric softener crystals are the most basic of ingredients.  Those can ALWAYS be skipped if you would like.

We always double our recipe.  We are a family of 13.  These two glass containers last us 6 months.  Prior to starting our project I asked Tess if she felt okay about me putting this on the blog.  Her reply, I kid you not, “For sure! Messy hair, and don’t care!”  So, there you have it.  She is beautiful, inside and out.

DSC_0419We use three of these bars of Fels-Naptha.  We unwrap and zap them in the microwave for 10-15 seconds on high.  That softens them.

DSC_0420Then we grate them.  This grater is only used for this purpose, because, yuck.  Soapy cheese otherwise.  We’re using a giant Home Depot bucket.

DSC_0421Next up, Borax.

DSC_0423Then Arm & Hammer Laundry soap.

DSC_0424Oxi-Clean because boys socks are funky.

DSC_0425Baking soda.  We use TWO boxes.

DSC_0426Then we added our “fresh scent” fabric softener crystals.


And stir, and stir, and stir, and stir.


We store in these glass containers purchased on Amazon, but I know you can get them at Wal-Mart.

DSC_0436–FullPlateMom, who also has a great recipe for make-up remover pads, using essential oils.  Ally loves them!


Ford Transit: A Review

I am sitting at the gate waiting for a flight to L.A. for what will be my first ever solo trip anywhere. Doing this was a huge deal for me. I don’t leave my kids, ever. When an opportunity arose to fly across the country to meet with some of the most amazingly dedicated mamas on earth to talk adoption advocacy, I leapt at it. The reality of going has been scary, but in an exhilarating and eye opening way. Some of my kids are getting older. I need to let go a little. It’s time.

I know why you’re really reading this post though, and it’s not to hear about my co-dependent ways. You’re here to read about our new, to us, much researched and anticipated vehicle. With the impending arrival of Gigi, the 12 passenger Chevy Express Van that we had called ours was now outgrown. We have known for almost a year that this was coming. During this time, the new 15 passenger Ford Transit was released for purchase. I was immediately intrigued. We liked our Chevy van, and they do make a 15 passenger version, but I worry about the roll over risk.

Prior to 2004, 15 passenger vans lacked the electronic stability control to keep them from rolling over at high speeds when driven incorrectly. I don’t think we would buy a version built before 2004, but the combo of the rear wheel drive and elongated wheel base still scares me.  I also don’t plan to drive our van incorrectly, but if we’re being totally real, I’m not the best driver. If we’re being even more real, FPD is almost a worse driver. I love him, but the man is impatient and tries to drive our large vehicles as if they are a Prius. We own that weakness in ourselves and decided we’d best accommodate for it. So, we decided to wait until the Transit hit the used car market.

All the while, we drove a van that looked like it had been ressurected from a scrap yard. The door handles had fallen off in some places, one of the bifold doors could no longer be opened at all, and the air conditioning ceased functioning in the middle of July. The snow tires were so worn they would never make it through another Wisconsin winter, and the brakes needed maintenance. While we mourned the loss of our completely paid off vehicle, it was time to put it out to pasture.

Finding a replacement vehicle proved to be an adventure. I started calling dealerships and actually had people think I was joking about the type of vehicle I was looking for. Then, when we went to apply for a loan, the bank got confused and thought I was applying for a loan for a business vehicle, you know for those early childhood education centers that I own. They assumed I must want a large vehicle like this to transport kids to the centers. Nope. I just need it to transport my own kids to and from school. Sigh.

Finally I turned to social media and posted a desperate plea to anyone who might have connections to either a Ford dealer or just Ford in general. Facebook for the win! We found someone with a commercial car manager who could help. He scoured the market, and we waited. Finally, we got the call! He had found a former airport shuttle for us. Yes, an airport shuttle. But, it was a 2015 model year and only had 21,000 miles on it. Perfect! We picked it up last weekend after our farm adventure. I am in love.DSC_0001

DSC_0004The visibility is excellent. Overall, better than in our Chevy Express. I feel like I can see more to the sides but slightly less out the back. I do have rely on my side mirrors more. There is NO trunk space. None. I’ve posted a pic of the back so you can get an idea.DSC_0002We make up for it a little with under the seat storage. When we do long road trips, we always have to travel with a storage box that hooks into the trailer hitch anyway. It has become a necessity. We’ll have a trailer hitch installed and continue to use the one we have.DSC_0003My favorite feature, as a mom of so many, is the seating configuration. Three “cow” seats for easily in the row behind the driver.DSC_0008Behind this are two rows of three and two individual jump seats that run along the side of the car. That means that my two little troublemakers can have their own space. I won’t tell you who they are. Those of you who know us can just guess.DSC_0010We plan to drive this car right into the ground. It need to last us for the long haul. For those of you who are thinking we’ll eat our words and need to move to a bus in another two years, you forget that our eldest kids are entering the teen years. As sad as it is to say, they are with us less and less and Ally is now two years away from having a driver’s license. Yes, our bigs are spreading their wings.

A larger car will not be necessary.

–FullPlateMom, who says this with total conviction.

Adoption, Advocacy, AJ, Ally, Bowen, Brady, Cam, Cate, FPD, FPM, Gigi, Juliana, Megafamily, Tess

Down on the Farm.

Yesterday was one of those perfect midwest days.  We were invited to a farm a little more than an hour from our house to celebrate adoption with families from WACAP who live in our area.  WACAP (World Association for Children and Parents) is the agency that has done all our home studies for China.  They were also Bowen’s placing agency, but not Tess or Cate’s.  The difference between the three placing agencies we’ve used is starkly apparent.  Last year, when Cate’s adoption became somewhat of a debacle (it was actually a little more than somewhat), I emailed a WACAP advocate upon arriving home and asked if I could volunteer for the agency.  I believe in what WACAP does.  They’re one of the few completely ethical agencies I’ve worked with.  And, by now, I’ve worked with a few agencies.  After Tess’s surgery, she jumped on board as a volunteer too.  She is now an official baby namer.

WACAP’s CEO, Greg Eubanks, was down on the farm for the day too.  Down on the Farm-4

It was so fun to meet him.  The kids and I had spent days and days talking about what exactly Mr. Eubanks does.  Some of the smaller children in our home were pretty sure that Mr. Eubanks is personally in charge of placing children with their families.  So, we had a little bit of an issue with the kids wanting to ask Mr. Eubanks to bring some of “Tess’s babies” with him.  They thought they would be able to play with them and maybe see them be united with their families.  We had to explain how those kids live in China, and that is not the way any of this works.  We reviewed all the work that goes into adopting a child ethically and how hard WACAP works to make that happen.  Bummer.  A small part of Tess hoped that Mr. Eubanks had the pull to bring Gigi with him.  Oh, Tess.  I wish.  We did move a couple of steps forward in her adoption though.  That was worth celebrating.

Brady found a four leaf clover and declared that it was a sign that Gigi would be with us very soon.  He hopes it will be for Christmas.  I hope so too, buddy.  I hope so too.

Down on the Farm-1

Down on the Farm-2It was a beautiful day to celebrate how blessed Joe and I truly are.  Tess loved running around the farm.  Yes, running.  There were days, in the not so distant past, where she physically couldn’t run.  Down on the Farm-6Not anymore.

Cate charged all around, peeking at all the animals.  She wanted to touch everything.  Ally loved looking at all of these things with her.  We even talked Ally into picking up a chicken.  It was something she did in Ghana all the time.  In fact, at the age of eight, she was in charge of helping her mom butcher them for dinner.  Since coming to the U.S., she has pretended she had no part of that.  Now the memories are starting to flow a little more freely.  She was showing the kids exactly how to handle the chickens so they don’t get away, but also so you don’t hurt them.  She didn’t give me permission to post those pics, so these will have to do.  Down on the Farm-3

Down on the FarmOh Cate, you funny girl.  She made a good friend in this guy.  He kept licking her, and she kept laughing absolutely hysterically.

Down on the Farm-5When we were done exploring, the kids started a rousing game of catch on the hillside with a water bottle.  Life in a big family, you can always find something to do to entertain yourselves, because there are so many of you.  Even Joe joined in.

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Down on the Farm-7It was a gorgeous day, spent celebrating what, and who, we love.

–FullPlateMom, who left the farm and drove 30 miles with ten kids in tow to go buy a car.  That’s a blog post for a different time though.  Next up:  A review of our new (to us) Ford Transit.