Spoiler Alert: I Have No Idea What I'm Doing

Exactly 6 days ago we finalized the adoption of our youngest three sons. To put it mildly, it has been a loooooooooooong 21 months since the CPS worker pulled into our driveway toting a spanish speaking 3year old and his suspiciously lethargic 14 month old brother. Oh yeah, and then 10 days later said worker followed her breadcrumbs back to our house, this time with newly hatched 3 day old baby brother.

Two adults. Six kids. Ahem, six boys. May the odds be never in our favor.

So much of that first year is a blur.

Honestly we've told our story so many times that in some ways it has become just that "a story." It has taken on it's own life, too fantastical and ridiculous to be reality. Did Cory really play stay at home dad to four kids age 3 and under? Did all 8 of us really live in a hotel for 2 months because our house was infested with mold? Was I really making trips to the ER that often? Did the court really give birth mom her kids back after that felony charge? And 6 weeks later did she really call me up and say she thinks we should adopt them? Did my husband really move to another state while I played single mom to four kids waiting for finalization?  Did he seriously pee his pants 8 times? Oh, wait that one happened yesterday I can still remember it. Yeah, it was real. It was all real. They were real, and they were spectacular.

Wait. Sorry, that last "spectacular" part is not completely true, but it fit the Seinfeld reference:)

They were real. I'll just stop there.

And a huge inspiration to get through the hard days came from reading other people's blogs, other people's stories, and other people's realness. And so I've decided to resuscitate this blog (at my husband's prompting) because maybe our story, past-present-and future- may inspire you. And if not, at least this blog will be a great resource for when Hollywood documents our crazy lives on the big screen. But only if we are compensated appropriately with vats of Nutella and I am played by Jennifer Garner. Do you hear that Mr. Big Shot Producer?? These are my demands.

Also just one little disclaimer sweet blog reader...this whole parenting thing....Spoiler Alert: I have no idea what I'm doing.