Eerily Similar

Yes. This is Hitler. Scary. This is the Hitler wannabe that I found using markers inappropriately in the kitchen. I would've punished him if I hadn't cracked up laughing right off the bat. If it wouldn't be offensive this might be a halloween costume idea.
Apparently Little Buddy has not matured in the area of Proper Usage of Writing Materials in the last year. For a refresher, take a look at him on August 11 2007. Not much has changed. I'm just thankful he didn't eat the tips off the markers this year. It's small steps, my friends. Small ones.

Why......

This is why I don't really "play" with the boys. This is really why I need some estrogen in this house. Be sure to note the amount of weaponry and just imagine the sound level.
This is why I generally end up becoming injured while attempting to play with the boys. You should be afraid, very afraid......of the spiderman kid. He has no fear nor does he respect your personal space or personal bodily areas for that matter. His stance and facial expression alone give me chills when looking at this picture.
And this is why they usually ask for the daddy and not me. I am unable to lift either one of these kids because they weigh close to the same amount as a garbage can filled with concrete. Not a small bathroom garbage can. The kind that you put outside on trash day.
And this is why I will make the boys shower individually from here on out. I already had my camera slung over my shoulder and was taking it downstairs when I heard, in unison and to some unknown tune, "thisarma booooo bays. my booooobays (repeat)". I pulled the shower curtain back and wahla:

Yeah. Nobody can be trusted to behave. I guess boys will definately be boys. Pray for me.

Because People Tend to Ask...

I thought I'd give a little update on what is going on in the Morgan Adoption World. The short version would be

NOTHING.

However, I'll expound. Currently we are waiting on approval from ES government to be able to persue a referral (a child chosen for us). This part of the process was suppose to take 5-7 months. We are at 11 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days........ but who's counting?

There is a committee in El Salv*ador that is suppose to meet monthly to do these approvals but, unfortunately, they have only met three times this year and have given out NO approvals at any meeting. Bummer. We have 2 people ahead of us that are actually AT the committee and most likely our file will not be seen by them until those other families have moved on.

I call our adoption coordinator monthly to find out if any progress is made and so far she's had nothing for me. Very depressing. Very frustrating. Very disappointing. I really try not to dwell on it though because there is not one single, solitary thing that I can do to make it move more quickly. I assure you, however, that if I were in charge of things they would be moving much quicker than this snails pace they are currently on. On second thought, it may be a slight hinderance to the process that I'm not fluent in Spanish, nor do I live in ES or know anything about completing adoptions there. Whatever. I did spend the night at a Holiday Inn Express last night.............

So, there you have it. The official No Update Update. We're praying for approval, hoping for a quick referral, and then seeking training so we can become members of the Hairbow Mafia. Can you wear bows while playing sports?? If not, I'll have to back out on my membership in which case I'll probably be killed since that's how Mafia's work.

Stay tuned. Hopefully '09 will be full of adoption surprises! And, in case you were wondering, that flower actually grew in MY flowerbed. It's amazing the power that water has!

Just Another Day at the Bus Stop

One of these days I'm going to video GW at the bus stop. Every day he runs out with some type of "something cool" and holds it up for his buddy to see. In this pic it's some sort of lego something that he's built. Yesterday it was a lego star wars shirt. His little bud on this bus is always mouthing "WOAH" no matter what type of nonsense Grant runs out there with. It cracks me up every morning. Since the mornings have been cool I was surprised he ran out there wearing his scivies. Of course, according to him these are NOT underwear but actually an entire outfit. He wore them for two days straight. Yes, I allowed it. I banned them from the gym but let him wear them in car rider line for a couple days. Funny enough one of the kids I pick up got in the car and said, "EWW! Your, like, naked!" Grant vehemently denied such and claimed he was wearing shorts and a tank top.

I have yet to be able to convince him that when he picked them out at Target they were in the underwear section. They're Batman and that's all that matters when you are a boy.
And, on a side note, this guy scared the pants off of me when we were waiting for the bus. I never saw him coming and then suddenly he ran past me pacing at least a 6.5 minute mile! I heard the breathing first and then the backpack caught my eye. The thought crossed my mind for a minute that he had robbed someone. He was going so fast it looked more like fleeing than running.

It's a good thing that I came to the realization that he must be training for something because how embarrassing would that have been if I would've ran after him and tackled him in the street just as the bus pulled up with all the elementary school kids on it?!?! Cade would've never lived that down....

Diaper Schmiper

Diaper Schmiper

Seriously? Does this look like a child that cares ANYTHING about having a nasty diaper?? Does it even resemble a child that MIGHT be interested in potty training?? Yeah. Didn't think so.

SCORE!

The boys had a good showing at their Saturday games. Grant helped his team out by scoring 2 goals which, in turn, made the score a whopping 4 to say......uh......28. Our team being the 4. I was so mad at myself for not having my camera readily available to see him jump in the air with both fists raised high above his head. This is him just shortly after his moment of a lifetime. By his reaction and his attitude walking to and from the field after the goals Bobby and I decided that we'd let him bask in the moment and then later this week work on the gift of humility.

"The Cades" had their first showing on the flag football field. I have always said that I would never let my child play football due to a tragedy I experienced as a new nurse in the PICU. It has been forever burned in my memory. However, let it be known that this is FLAG football, not full pads tackle and the only piece of protective gear required is this goofy mouthpiece.

Their coach did a great job. He even had a play book which cracked me up. I know Cade is standing here thinking......"Huh?? I can't even read!" He must have understood a little at least because he did throw for two touchdowns as the quarterback.........
catch the ball three times.........
and run for three touchdowns.And boy was he excited! He was pretty low key in celebration. He probably won't have to eat as much humble pie as his little bro.Rhett wasn't in to too much trouble this weekend. He spent most of his time playing with "black doggie" and making friends with him by feeding him his Subway sandwhich.
He also made hats out of the football field cones. Here's to many a sunburn and good times to be had at the sports field.