We had to return some gifts that the little ones received from Family members on Christmas. We decided that we would make a day of it, exchange or return the items, go to the park, get ice cream, yadda yadda. I love Family outings. The reason why I do is because of the looks that we get when we are all together and walking around. My three other little ones are of different races and the one that I have growing inside of me is not completely Caucasian either.
My husband sometimes wants to tell people that we adopted, but that is a huge lie. He doesn’t want to get embarrassed. I really don’t give a crap about that, there is nothing wrong with our sweetie pies, so he should be proud to be their Father. It pisses me off a bit. When he gets that way I tell people straight out that they are ours. I am their Mom and he is their Dad. It is funny to see their faces when I tell them because you can see them trying to figure it out.
I can tell my husband gets nervous at this point because if they ask me how that is possible I tell them. I just say, “My husband and I have a understanding. I can get pregnant by whomever I wish and he doesn’t mind at all.” When that happens I know he just wants to melt into the floor. One time this one guy said, “What? Your husband isn’t big enough?” then laughed. I said, ‘No.” The guy laughed so hard, right in my husband’s face. Did I feel bad about it? Not in the least, because it is the truth.
Tristan is afraid that I will teach the girls to be just like me when they are older. I see nothing wrong with that. If they marry a man, or have a boyfriend who is big enough for them, then great. If not, then they will know exactly what to do. I consider that being a good Mom.