The boys were 6 years old when we adopted them. They were removed from their mother when they were two because of severe neglect and abuse, and her maternal grandmother took them in for about another two years. When she couldn't handle it anymore, they moved on to their great-aunt (my mother-in-law) and her husband. At that time, my wife and I considered ourselves engaged, but we were living in college dorms without jobs and still almost a year and a half from even graduating. We talked about how we wished we could take the boys ourselves, but it was just impossible. Then, when we'd only been married a few months, my mother-in-law panicked and said she couldn't take it anymore. The boys were visiting us for a week's vacation at the time, and we talked it over, went out and bought a set of bunk beds and were in business. My in-laws had terminated the biological mother's parental rights and ended visitation, thank God, and they were well on their way to adopting the boys. Somehow the case worker rolled with it and we were able to step right into their place and finish the adoption only a few months later. Then, in 2007, our third son was born, and here we are. One big happy f#$$%ing family!
My big goal for the twins is to get them launched in a few years in such a way that they can live independently and stay out of jail. D14 can probably do that if he's able to keep to himself, but K14 . . . . I don't know.
This morning I weighed in at 55 pounds below my starting weight. I took a bike ride with K14, just six very easy miles as he's learning to use his road bike, and since I had a meeting downtown, I walked all over the place. I spent at least an hour walking, had a shake for breakfast, apple snack, Subway for lunch and an awesome salad with roast chicken for dinner. I was all over it today.
