Now, before I describe all that was said in a short five minute window, let me first describe the personalities of the pantry-raiding, always moving, decibel 194 children that God has blessed us with.
We are the proud parents of Larry, Moe, Sassy, and Sporty. Larry, our four-year-old, is a bit OCD, just like his mama. The best word we have come up with to describe him is intense. Emotionally intense, physically intense, and, intellectually intense. His mind goes a mile per minute and his questions never cease. Moe, our two-year-old, used to be our laid back child. That is, until two more children entered the home. Moe is silly, energetic, curious, and a big fan of trains and anything that annoys Larry. Sassy is our princess stinky pants. She is eighteen months old, has been in our home a little over one week, and commands attention. She is loud, opinionated, bright-eyed, inquisitive, silly, eats more than a grown man, and attached to mama..literally. She has mastered the word 'no' and knows how to defend herself against her brothers. Sporty is our eleven-year-old achiever. He is wonderful with his brothers and sister and determined to succeed. He is artistic, athletic, and very welcoming. Also being in our home only one week, it seems as if he has always been with us.
The following conversation, if you can call it that, all occurred yesterday morning before I even had the chance to down my first cup of Ethiopian coffee:
Sporty (while looking at a calender provided by our adoption agency): Naming all the people he knew in the photos. When he got to a photo of a little girl from Russia, he asked who she was.
Larry (the gears started turning): Where is Russia, Mommy? What happens in Russia? Do the rush in Russia?
Moe (playing with his food): I'm in charge, I'm in charge.
Larry (looking irritated): You are not in charge. Mommy and Daddy are in charge...they make the rules.
Sassy (downing her second or third bowl of eggs and getting ready to be heard): Up, up, up, UP!!
Moe (trying to annoy Larry): I'm in charge (evil smile).
Larry: NOOOOOOOOO. Mommy, Moe said he is in charge and he is NOT in charge.
Sporty: Bike? Outside? Soccer? Mommy, play?
Me: I wish I could play...or go to school with you for a few hours.
Larry (recalling a Pinkerton book about burglars): Mommy, do burglars live on earth?
Me: Yes, Larry.
Larry (getting concerned): Do burglars live in America?
Me: Yes, some burglars unfortunately do live in America.
Larry (tears welling up): Do burglars live in Texas?
Me: I'm not sure, Larry...but my guess would be yes.
Larry (now crying, very concerned, and rechecking the wiring in our home security system): Are the burglars coming to our house? Mommy, how do we know they are not coming? I am scared.
Me: Trying not to laugh and recalling conversations from the day before about tectonic plates and tornadoes.
Sporty (went outside to ride his bike)
Moe (dancing around Larry repeating over and over that he is in charge)
Sassy: Up, up, up! (communicating a sound level that must have gotten her attention while living with twenty other toddlers)
Me (staring at the coffee pot): Recalling Philippians 1:6 which states, "Being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."