Our house looks and sounds like sheer ADHD these days. The ability to sit and just write a sentence for this post is impressively arduous. These little monkeys, who I’ll refer to as Abu and George, have my husband and me reaching into the depths of ourselves to pull out every ounce of patience we didn’t know we had. They have peed in our beds, drawn on our furniture, and given us more heart attacks than any of our other placements combined.

I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

One of the wonderful features of a chaotic life is that we are too busy to realize how overwhelmed we are. And then when the kids are asleep and we finally have time to think about it, we are too exhausted to do so.

They have brought new adventure and wonder in our home, and I feel honored to be able to serve them.

Abu is a gentle and quiet child who loves to play. His favorite activities include shining LED flashlights into your eyes and screaming to hear his echo in public places. He’s happy as long as everyone around him is happy. When he detects a bit of sadness, he will walk up to you with arms outstretched to cheer you up with a hug. He can easily occupy himself with a set of cars or a coloring book as long as you are in the room with him.

George is a curious fellow. His favorite activity is assessing all the buttons in the house. I didn’t realize that one little red button on an outlet could reset half of the upstair’s lights, but now I know. He’s also a tinkerer and has learned his way around all of our child-proofing efforts without pause. He’s also fearless and determined. Combine all of these qualities and you end up with multiple incident reports. Needless to say, he has been the cause of most of our heart attacks.

But our hearts are theirs, and we will be devoted to them for as long as we are allowed.