The Best Part

My sister asked me this evening what the hardest part of our adoption has been. It didn't take me long to respond that it was "managing the household" (and I don't consider myself a good manager). A household that now contains 5 children under the age of 10.  Half of them different sexes, half of them different DNA, and half of them from different cultures (well almost half).  That really was an easy answer.  It doesn't take a graduate level psychologist (even former) to guess what that answer would be. Even though this has been our best week yet, my sister knows me well enough to ask the hard questions and not let me get away with the typical response of "it's going well".

Well you can imagine my surprise when I came out of the little boys room after putting them to bed and found this little set up:  

The papers are labeled "Cameron" and "Ruth" at the appropriate place setting of popcorn, preferred drink and stuffed animal, all in front of the TV.  I was so fortunate to have one as well with my preferred drink.  We had planned to watch a movie since it was just us girls, as the little boys were sleeping and the big boys were at a football game.  However, being the worn out mom that I am these days, I didn't plan any of these extra touches.  Cameron did this all on her own.   I was actually planning to get some laundry done while they watched the movie, but after this sweet surprise, I decided to neglect the laundry and soak in the moments with my girls.   

Sher bear, if you changed the question to "What is the best part?" this is my answer.