Although I barely think we qualify with just 5 children...
And although I'm already 2 weeks behind...
And although I still owe you a "Valentine's Day Part 2" post...
I thought I'd jump in and join the fun.

"All in a Day" is a group of large families blogging about how we get things done (or likely sometimes, how I don't!) I'm not part of the original group that started these posts, but I'm along for the ride.
Week 1 (like I said, that was actually 2 weeks ago and I'm just now getting around to joining) was "Introductions."
I'm Hilary. Wife to Brian, mom to 4, foster mom to 1.
We live in a tiny house (less than 1000 sq ft, which is pretty tiny considering it's inhabited by 7 people, possibly more someday) in a large town/small city in Northwest Washington. Brian works in the mobile phone industry and I'm a homemaker and homeschooling mom. I used to enjoy crafting and scrapbooking, but just channel that creativity into schooling my children these days. For fun we like to go to the zoo, the beach and throw school-related parties with friends. For sanity, I get together weekly with some other adoptive moms at "Grump Therapy", which is really just coffee and comraderie. (Currently we are also viewing a video series on parenting children with attachment disorder, which has been enlightening!) But back to my family...
Brian met his friend Scott in college. I met Scott on America Online (back in the day when that WAS the "social network"), and we became friends in real life, too. When Brian moved from Michigan back to Washington to share the rent on Scott's parents house, Scott introduced us. The three of us went to Red Robin for dinner, then to an Advent concert at their Alma Mater. During the course of dinner, Brian and Scott told me the story about Brian accidentally kicking an old man in the bathroom in college (thinking it was Scott in the next stall), and despite the fact that I'm sure that sounds cruel and heartless, I was cracking up and found it refreshing that he was able to be so honest and laugh at his embarassing mistake, while still obviously feeling bad about his part in the escapade. I strategically placed myself between the two men at the concert, giving me a chance to chat with both of them, and the rest, as they say, is history. Brian proposed 6 months later and we married within a year of that first meeting. (He came with a coffee maker and a garbage bag full of clothes.)
Reproductive issues on both sides made adoption a no-brainer. (It's a matter of odds, really. Spend tens of thousands on fertility treatments and still have no guarantee of a baby, or spend less on adoption and be guaranteed a child? One that needed a home anyway.)
Sam (4th from the left in the photo) is our first and oldest child (currenly 9 1/2). He came home at 1 year old, blond-haired, blue-eyed, chubby-cheeked and with an amazing sense of humor. He was late walking and talking, but super smart. When he was 6, we finally got an Asperger's diagnosis. (High Functioning Autism.) He never stops making noise or moving, but also never stops thinking and planning and figuring things out. He's going somewhere, that one.
Hallie (far right) came home next, just a year after Sam. She's his full sibling and came to us at 3 weeks old, our first baby. She is currently 7 1/2, also blonde/blue, and with more spunk than her tiny frame can contain. She likes anything girly - princesses, fairies, tea parties and dolls, but also has to be reminded frequently that it's not appropriate to tackle boys to the ground. She walked early (9 months), talked early, read early (3 years) and keeps us on our toes. We'd have our hands full with Hallie even if she was an only child.
Gideon (2nd from left) is our second-oldest (also 9 years old). He's somewhat the opposite of Sam, appearance-wise. Slender, with black hair and chocolate-brown eyes. He comes across as quiet and shy, but I assure you, that boy can make noise with the best of them. He likes sports and video games and movies and playing outside. He arrived at the age of 7 (then again at 8) with his full biological sister...
Malaika (far left) is our youngest permanent child. She is 7, like Hallie (2 sets of "virtual twins"), but arrived at 5, then again at 6. (They were placed with us for adoption, taken from us by an aunt, but returned to us 7 months later, then we finalized their adoption 5 months after that.) Malaika (Molly) is also a girly-girl, and loves princesses and jewels and dress-up. She can be very sweet when she wants to be, but extremely stubborn and antagonistic when she so chooses. (We're working through some attachment difficulties, but have great hope that the sweet, fun, creative, loving girl we've seen glimpses of awaits us on the other side of these challenges.)
We became foster parents in order to adopt, but have taken a few shorter-term placements in the meantime. (See sidebar on the left.) Most recently, we are fostering "Baby K", whom we picked up from the hospital at 3 days old in October. The "very very short term" placement has now been with us over 4 months and is every bit a part of our family. We adore her and would adopt her in an instant if given the chance. In fact, her birthparents told me to my face they wanted us to adopt her... but a week later were making all kinds of other plans. So we'll have to wait this one out and see what comes of it. You can't NOT get attached to a baby this sweet, and even the children are hopelessly in love with her.
And I think that's all I have to say about that! Looking forward to the next topic. (Maybe I'll even catch up and get on schedule!!)