Telling J was tricky, and it took a lot longer than I expected, but when J, Amos and I told the littles, it was JUST FUN!
Noah immediately started dreaming of bunk beds and super hero sidekicks. He wanted a boy. No, two. No, THREE! They would all love Star Wars, Legos, and Science, and they would all get along just like his BFF's at school.
Miriam squealed and declared that she wanted twin baby girls. She would share her room with them, but she wouldn't change their diapers. At night, when they pooped, she would come and wake me up.
A sibling group of TWELVE!
A 12-year-old, 7-year-old, and 5-year old with matching genders.
The main thing that we impressed upon the two of them was that Mom and Dad were going to classes to LEARN about this type of adoption.
We couldn't be certain that we'd adopt at the end of the class.
Although it was exciting and fun to think about, there would be sacrifices along the way, and there would be some days that were no fun at all.
Did they have any questions?
Three hands in the air.
Can we name them?
How long will it take?
What if we don't like them?
Can we send them back?
Can we please NOT adopt 12 kids?
What if we just get more girls?