My angels

I created this blog a while ago and it's probably about time I started writing in it. Honestly, I created it just to sign into my cousin, Becky's blog (http://babyortyl.blogspot.com/) a couple of months ago and I toyed with the idea of actually putting something on here.  Well, I felt compelled to share my stories with my family and friends especially because we live so far from most of them and I need them all to know that my kids are completely awesome!  I picked the name Speakin' like a Rican (thanks to my brother Devin for the title) solely because of my children (who are half Puerto Rican) and the funny things they say and do, too.  Not that all Puerto Ricans say funny things, but mine definitely do! ;)  I've been keeping logs for a few years and besides, they come up with new things for me to add everyday, so I think I'll have plenty to share.  Maybe it won't be all about the kids all the time, but it should be a good read regardless.

My husband, Nick, is my heart, my soul, my everything.  He loves us all so much and commutes a couple of hours every day to a job he hates just to provide for us and make sure we all have nice things.  He comes home physically and emotionally drained to chip in and be the best Dad. He's my hero.  I <3 him.  We met in 1996 at a youth retreat and I fell madly in love with him as soon as I saw his bald head across the parking lot. (My eyesight was a lot better 15 years ago!)  I pretty much was a stalker and carried around a flyer that had a picture of his head about the size of a pea in my wallet for a year or so.  I used to tell people I was going to marry him.  I usually don't condone stalking of any kind, however, it worked for me!  ;)

My oldest, N, is adopted but I think she fits in better in this family than I do sometimes.  She will be 6 in January and she is a joy.  She is a wonderful help and loves to care for her younger brothers and sister.  She also likes to dole out the punishment if they get out of line.  (I heard her scold A yesterday for doing something wrong and said, "A, get on timeout!  That is a NO NO! 1...2..."  Before she got to '3' I interjected.)  Since the moment she came into our lives, she has been such a great blessing.  God has placed her in our family for a reason and although we struggled for years to conceive, I now know that we had to wait for our little angel.

B, Nick's clone, is our second.  He just turned 5 in October.  (Yes, we have two 5 year olds and that meant when we brought N home from the hospital in January, I found out I was preggers a few weeks later.  They are 9 1/2 mos. apart.  So, when we brought B home from the hospital, N was still a baby.)  B is our little goofy kid.  He laughs at my silly, and sometimes stupid, jokes, he cracks up if someone trips or falls or gets balled up.  He's the one that can't stop laughing when he gets started.  One time we were out to eat at a restaurant and we had the back section all to ourselves so we were laughing and having a good time.  I wanted to document the occasion to make sure we remembered how fun of a time it was and this is what I saw:

M, who just turned 4 in November, is my little linebacker.  He loves to tackle Nick (or hit him in the nuts) when he least expects it.  He likes to overdramatize every little bump or scratch he gets.  Tonight A gently stepped on his hand (I know it was gentle because I watched her do it) and he wailed like she kicked him in the head!  Now that I say that, I should probably mention that A targets him because he does just that.  She is 2 years younger than he is, but she is smart!  Although he is a very tough kid and likes to be physical 90% of the time he's awake, he is a little love bug too.  He loves to snuggle next to me and hug and kiss A many times throughout the day.  

A is the youngest, and she'll be 2 in February, but don't think she's too far behind the other kids.  She wants to do everything exactly like N, B and M and gets pissed off if she doesn't get that respect.  She is a bruiser and proud of it.  She loves to pick on M and hurt him if possible, just to show him who's boss, I'm sure.  However, her weakness is anything furry.  She is so afraid of dogs and cats and squirrels outside and deer if we see them in the backyard and stuffed animals. 

You, as the reader, may relate because of your own crazy family or maybe you'll just enjoy the stories.  Anyway you digest this information is up to you but it's only for pure enjoyment.  Thanks for reading.