The Excitement Is Contagious

I had the pleasure of having my former mother's helper, Kindra, and her handsome new husband at my house for a couple hours yesterday.  I have no idea where or why Gregory is holding a phone from 1985.  Let me guess.  Jerry?


Get this.  She is not a witch anymore.  Her husband's Presbyterian, so they are going to raise the babes Christian.  Yawn.  It would have been more fun to envision them flying around on broomsticks, wouldn't it?  On the bright side, Kindra can now officially run as a conservative in the Tea Party and just say she "dabbled in witchcraft" in her youth.

So here is where we are at.  Since they will begin their adoption adventure as foster parents, the state will require they have three cribs to bring the babies home. If anyone in Las Vegas knows of anyone getting rid of a crib, I need you.  I am also going to get Jerry involved in the crib hunt.  The state does not allow co-bedding, even though we know that babies would probably prefer to be next to each other at this age.

Nice Happy Face, Sarah

Also, there is a new and even more dramatic twist.  The birth mother has a singleton who is 11 months older than the triplets.  The singleton was born in January 2010 and the triplets were born in November 2010, which makes them ACTUAL Irish Quads, unlike my fake Irish Quads.  There is a possibility that they may be fostering the singleton too.

That means four cribs, people.  As you can imagine, I am scouring the ads on Craigslist right now.  If anyone else has a heads up, call, text, email, yell down the street, etc.

Before Kindra and her husband arrived, I told the kids, "You need to be on your best behavior.  We do not want to scare her husband."

Then we had a lengthy discussion about adoption and what it is and why people do it.  Fortunately they had just watched Annie, so they somewhat understood.

Then right as Kindra pulled up, Greg drove in with Scott, Scott's father, Mr. S from Chicago, and Scott's son, who is here for football camp.  That rose the decibel level in our house to slightly less than a tarmac.

As the kids were running, screeching, roughhousing, and tackling Scott and his son, Scott David, I asked Kindra's husband, "Do you like noise?"

He assured me he likes noise.  That's a triplet parent requirement.

Then as we talked, the kids began a slew of art projects Scott's sister, Debra, had sent from Chicago.  Thanks, Debra!  The whole table was instantly transformed into a giant art station.

I asked Kindra's husband, "Do you like clutter?"

He can live with it.  Oh, he will, trust me on that one.

So Kindra is going to keep me in the loop.  They may be getting them on Wednesday.  There are other details pertaining to medical issues, which I do not feel comfortable sharing on a public blog, but in the future we may need to put our collective heads together and see who has "been there, done that" and get advice.

Greg was even supportive of the new couple and their adventure.  The excitement is contagious.

He said, "Let's us know what we can do.  We will help you in anyway we can...............except we won't watch them.  But any other way."