
Hope you all had a blessed Christmas.
Love, the Sprunger family
Chad
Tara
Brooke (8)
Ashton (6)
Ava (5)
Kate (4 1/2)
Gabe (1 1/2)
I love my group of "Nanjing Moms." There is a group of us, 6 who have all adopted from the same orphanage in Nanjing, China (and one who is planning to adopt). We get together as moms once a month and get our kids together for playdates regularly too. (We all live in the same city.) How blessed I feel to have these women in my life to share the joys and struggles of adoption. Sometimes we just photograph our "China treasures," but I thought it was time for a group shot. Here is a shot of just 12 of the 27 kids that we moms have combined! You have to click on the picture to enlarge it. Check out the video. I thought it would be fun to get a quick video of us trying to get the kids ready for the picture. I love it!




No, life is never boring around here.
And no, I wouldn't have it any other way.



Back by popular request... (okay, not really, but I know my mom likes reading these anyway):
It was not MY newly-turned 4-year-old who said, "But boogers are yummy" when I told her that "boogers are yucky so get your finger out of your nose." That's disgusting and none of my children would ever say that, think that, or (worse yet) do that.
It is not this same child (famous for her "not my child moments") who eats her vegetables only if we say (and we have to look mean when we say it), "You better not eat those lima beans..."
And it was certainly not my 4 1/2 year old who yesterday looked under my arm at my "underarm stubble" and declared, "Mommy dirty." No, that would never happen around here.
It was not my 1-year-old who came tumbling, roly-poly style, down the entire flight of stairs this morning. No, I always remember to close the baby gates around here, so those things just don't happen.
And it is not this toddler who, during his diaper changes, wiggles and flips over, tantruming at the top of his lungs, mad that he is being confined. No, he is grateful when he gets a clean diaper and lays perfectly still, smiling as he coos, "thanks, mom."
And last but not least, it was not my 7-year-old who asked "just how exactly does the seed get planted into a mommy for a baby to grow in her belly?" No, she's too young to ask those kinds of questions.
Anyone else out there have any "not my child moments" lately that you wish to share? Feel free to leave them as a comment so we can all enjoy reading what "didn't" happen.
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