My Kids, My Inspiration

Here they are, my kids, my inspiration!  Of course, if it wasn’t for that cute little one, I wouldn’t be doing any of this.  She’s the reason I was able to become a stay at home mom.  I’m not complaining.  I mean, I kinda wanted a boy and the Chinese Calendar failed me but hey, it’s all good!  And granted there are days where I beg my husband to let me go back to work after a rotten day with the kids but I get over it and thank God they are healthy and happy!

Olive is my little beauty queen.  She’s all smiles and giggles.  All eyes and chubby cheeks.  She just observes these wild siblings of hers.  We haven’t quite figured out what she’s going to be like.  All I know is she hates a wet diaper, demands to eat, and sleeps the best in my arms.

Amaya is definitely our little “throw back”.  She’s the darkest of the kids and I swear if the Indian woman and Kevin Costner in Dances With Wolves would have needed a child actor, she could have played their kid.  She hates being in clothes, has a mind of her own, screams, yells, hollers, demands, wants, needs, and cries for attention half the day.  She loves singing and performing.  Her favorite artist hands down is Katy Perry.  We jam out everywhere in the minvan to her music.  As long as you have a mango sucker and refrain from brushing her snarly hair, you’ll have a best friend for life!

Julien is my gentle, quiet soul.  He didn’t talk until he was 3 and is a pretty reserved child.  He is all about the love of life and the love of the game baseball.  He wears his heart on his sleeve and will cry at the drop of a hat.  He’s my little emotional guy but I love that about him.  Julien’s got the biggest imagination ever, drawing pictures and comics of whatever interests him.  He’s your typical boy in the sense that if it is an electronic and can be played, he plays it and can easily get distracted but I love him.  He’s my only boy and he’s in for a world of pain once these sister’s of him get a little older.  Heck what am I saying, he’s already feeling the heat from them!

Morgan isn’t my blood daughter but she’s my daughter just the same.  Coming to live with us at the age of 6, she’s definitely one of us.  She’s OCD about cleaning like me and making sure things are just right.  A very avid reader and drawer as well.  She probably reads about 5 books a month, at least.  She’s kind of a wanderer.  Always gazing into some fantasy world that doesn’t exist to parents.  We’ve gotta snap her back to reality from time to time but other than that, she’s a good kid and a hard worker.  She’s the biggest help of them all with the little girls.  I just fear the age 13.  It’s creeping up on us!

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