Squeaker just left for school looking for the second day in a row like she just crawled out of a hamper. Rumpled baggy shirt with rumpled athletic pants and uncombed bedhead.
She keeps shrieking at me that I always say something about her clothing. I do have a thing about telling her to put on a belt. I don't say "Crack Kills" like some other people in the house.
I think she's daring me to comment. I tried to bite my tongue but I did ask pretty nicely if today was pajama day.
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One house, two single moms (twins!) and now way down to one emerging adult, one teenager, one pre-teen, one kindergartener, six pets, and countless absurd adventures in foster/adoptive/guardianship parenting.
Monica's kids: "Squeaker" 14 (daughter, home 2005, adopted July 2008). "The Boss" 5 (son, home 2003, adopted June 2006). Daughter 18 (adopted October 2008) and grandson 4 (now living with his other grandma).
Ana/Auntie's kid: "Lucky" 12 (foster daughter)
Foster parents to 300+ kiddos since 2001.
One house, two single moms (twins!) and now way down to one emerging adult, one teenager, one pre-teen, one kindergartener, six pets, and countless absurd adventures in foster/adoptive/guardianship parenting.
Monica's kids: "Squeaker" 14 (daughter, home 2005, adopted July 2008). "The Boss" 5 (son, home 2003, adopted June 2006). Daughter 18 (adopted October 2008) and grandson 4 (now living with his other grandma).
Ana/Auntie's kid: "Lucky" 12 (foster daughter)
Foster parents to 300+ kiddos since 2001.
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