Familial Shorthand

I think that every family, regardless of the number of kids, develops their own language of sorts.  Sociologically speaking, this language is directly derived from the culture within one’s family unit.  Certain colloquialisms become common within nuclear families. This is a fancy way for me to say that here in the FullPlate House, we’ve taken…

An Overnight with the FullPlateFamily…

Sometimes I think a reality show on the ridiculous sleep patterns in our house.  Seriously, they need to get out one of those night vision cameras and let tape roll.  It’s unreal.  Here’s a little sample… 7:30 pm–The Diva falls asleep while I’m doing her hair because her Diva-like self refused to nap all day…

10 years ago…

10 years, seven kids.  Not bad.  I couldn’t be happier to have married such a supportive, loving guy.  He’s a great dad too.  Here’s to 10 more happy years! –FullPlateMom, who wants to add…but not seven more kids!  

At Any Given Moment.

At any given moment at our house you might find a giggly 8-year-old talking to her birth mom for the first time in six months…without crying. At any given moment at our house you might find a usually grumpy 2-year-old laughing heartily at at her new six-year-old brother pushing her around in a laundry basket….

Inside my little bubble.

I live in this little bubble in our community.  We live in a city of nearly 300,000 people.  Not too small.  Diverse for its size.  A place where my kids are never really looked at twice when it comes to skin color.  Yeah, we get questions.  But, generally they’re people telling us that their cousin/aunt/niece/mother’s…

A FullPlateFamily Wedding.

We had a wedding today at our house.  Middle-Middle (M-M) has two small friends who have been a couple for some time.  This is the happy couple.   Weenie is on the left, he is a Daschund.  Tiny is on the right, she is a Chihuahua. Yesterday, as M-M was proudly playing with the happy…

All I want for Christmas is you.

Just when I thought for sure we would tumble off that ledge, we all managed to pull ourselves back to solid ground.  Bubbly saw the attachment specialist again, who says our attachment is fine, she is just one really smart little girl who knows how to push my buttons.   It was as if she…

Blindsided…

Did you see The Blindside?  It has gotten rave reviews.  I liked it okay.  I enjoy a feel good sports story.  Something about it irks me though and I can’t quite put my finger on it.  I liked the adoptive mom, she was sweet in a tough kind of way, my kind of gal.  But,…

It’s beginning to look a lot like…

a blizzard.  And, the kids are ready.  School is closed tomorrow.  I’m emergency personnel, so even if they have to come to get me on a snow mobile (which they might), I don’t get the day off.  Boo!  But, aren’t my kids cute?  Bubbly has taken this to this like a duck to water.  In…

My New Love…

Dear Kindle,Thank you for coming as an early Christmas gift.  Thank you FPD for seeing that I needed a little pick me up in the form of good books at the tip of fingers any time I needed them.  It warms my heart to see Jane Austen’s face prior to firing up my new best…

Wherein the children tried to kill her with sleep deprivation…

The children, oh the children, there are SO many of them.  Individually they all sleep relatively well at night.  If they were only children, my face would be freshly painted, my roots wouldn’t be showing, and I would be out of the infamous pink bathrobe.  But…they aren’t.  And, I don’t live in the fantasyland described…

The Talk (and no, I don’t mean THAT talk).

Thanksgiving, a time for family and friends, a time to pass around Christmas lists and discuss the upcoming holiday season, a time to tell everyone that, yet again, we’re adopting.  We have a decree, it’s time now.  One of these things ended up not like the other, can you tell which one?  Everyone was happy,…