I think you will understand if my presence is a little sporadic. After spending a pretty penny at none other than IKEA, I walked away without most of my purchases. The checker thinks I'm nuts. What's new? Must have had something on my mind.
Furniture has been moved, re arranged, and re-rearranged. Yesterday was moving day. The girls (9 and 8) are here and we are slowly transitioning Professor (15 months) into our home while at the same time facilitating bonding and attachment as best we can. To say this has been an amazing experience is the understatement of the century. I am awed, humbled, amazed, you name it- at how good this has been for me, my mothering, my entire family. There are obstacles, and hurdles, and lots of laundry to overcome but man alive! It is good.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Say a little prayer for me.
I am completely bushwacked. But good.
It was a day filled with sheet forts, clementines, smoothies, perler beads, slip n' slide, coloring, and spaghetti. It was a blessed day. (Yes, we are a corny Crazytown these days.) Three out of six napped AT THE SAME TIME! If that is not a blessing straight from heaven, I don't know what is. There was no fighting. No meltdowns. The kids are polite and sweet. Scrunch is in heaven with older girls to keep up with. Porkchop had a blast with my new boyfriend closing each other in the pantry. And Juju has no doubt she is going to leap from her bouncer and grab a bite of whatever might be hanging off the edge of someone's fork. If they drop something that would be even better, manna from heaven. Jedi doesn't know who to follow next. I am feeling more confident that the lingering baby weight will come off after only a short time of chasing everyone around. At dinner, Husband looked at our full dining table and with sincerity said, "It is so good to have you in our home."
I thought I might be relieved when I dropped them off this evening to where they are staying, but I wasn't. I was kind of sad. Several times throughout the day I caught myself watching them all and smiling. Like the Grinch who stole Christmas I felt my heart grow three sizes and I thought, "Oh crap, I'm falling in love."
Right now none of the kids know what is going on. We're all just really good friends spending the summer together. They are in the temporary custody of an amazing family until we sort things out, like ASAP. We meet with the attorney in the morning. We are preparing plan A, B, and C. There are so many variables, so many unknowns. Except that I feel my protective mother tentacles wrapping around these kiddos with a fierceness I didn't expect so quickly. When I picked them up this morning more than once Beezus (the oldest) asked when we would be home. I winced a little and said a little prayer. "Please let them come home."
I don't feel I've asked for much and if I have, will you please pretend I haven't and do me this one little favor? Say a little prayer. "Please let them come home."
It was a day filled with sheet forts, clementines, smoothies, perler beads, slip n' slide, coloring, and spaghetti. It was a blessed day. (Yes, we are a corny Crazytown these days.) Three out of six napped AT THE SAME TIME! If that is not a blessing straight from heaven, I don't know what is. There was no fighting. No meltdowns. The kids are polite and sweet. Scrunch is in heaven with older girls to keep up with. Porkchop had a blast with my new boyfriend closing each other in the pantry. And Juju has no doubt she is going to leap from her bouncer and grab a bite of whatever might be hanging off the edge of someone's fork. If they drop something that would be even better, manna from heaven. Jedi doesn't know who to follow next. I am feeling more confident that the lingering baby weight will come off after only a short time of chasing everyone around. At dinner, Husband looked at our full dining table and with sincerity said, "It is so good to have you in our home."
I thought I might be relieved when I dropped them off this evening to where they are staying, but I wasn't. I was kind of sad. Several times throughout the day I caught myself watching them all and smiling. Like the Grinch who stole Christmas I felt my heart grow three sizes and I thought, "Oh crap, I'm falling in love."
Right now none of the kids know what is going on. We're all just really good friends spending the summer together. They are in the temporary custody of an amazing family until we sort things out, like ASAP. We meet with the attorney in the morning. We are preparing plan A, B, and C. There are so many variables, so many unknowns. Except that I feel my protective mother tentacles wrapping around these kiddos with a fierceness I didn't expect so quickly. When I picked them up this morning more than once Beezus (the oldest) asked when we would be home. I winced a little and said a little prayer. "Please let them come home."
I don't feel I've asked for much and if I have, will you please pretend I haven't and do me this one little favor? Say a little prayer. "Please let them come home."
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Gag Order
It is easier for me to just not blog than to keep my mouth shut. But when I think about it, I will be sad for myself and my kids if we don't record at least SOMEthing about this time in our lives.
The less-than-Reader's Digest version goes like this...we are in the process of updating our homestudy ASAP and working towards adoption or at least taking custody/fostering a sibling group.
This is not something we went looking for. We know it sounds crazy. (Please see above where it says Mayor of CRAZYtown). We know people might not understand. Should've seen the look on the Kohl's cashier when I cleaned up at their sale last night. She was all sorts of confused. Daycare? Camp director? We know this is going to be hard. As someone has already been pointed out, BEST CASE scenario this is only going to be hard. Since when is 'hard' a reason not to do the right thing? We are not doing this as a service project or because we are nice people. Trust me, I'm not that nice. We feel like we have been prepared and feel that this is the right for our family. For now, that is all I can say publicly. Please don't say anything to my children. My number one concern is the what is the best interest of the kids. I have admired Dian Fossey since I watched Gorillas in the Mist as a little girl. I can and will go gorilla!
Phew! Now I feel like I can go back to blogging about the latest painting project. Oh yea! Between shuttling kids and coordinating get togethers I bought a nail gun, started a book club, and ordered a ginormous cross-stitch pillow kit for my birthday. Oooh, and Gramps stopped by (from So. Cal) to bring me a giant Dr. Pepper and took me to have California Eggs Benedict at our favorite place this week. Welcome to Crazytown!
The less-than-Reader's Digest version goes like this...we are in the process of updating our homestudy ASAP and working towards adoption or at least taking custody/fostering a sibling group.
This is not something we went looking for. We know it sounds crazy. (Please see above where it says Mayor of CRAZYtown). We know people might not understand. Should've seen the look on the Kohl's cashier when I cleaned up at their sale last night. She was all sorts of confused. Daycare? Camp director? We know this is going to be hard. As someone has already been pointed out, BEST CASE scenario this is only going to be hard. Since when is 'hard' a reason not to do the right thing? We are not doing this as a service project or because we are nice people. Trust me, I'm not that nice. We feel like we have been prepared and feel that this is the right for our family. For now, that is all I can say publicly. Please don't say anything to my children. My number one concern is the what is the best interest of the kids. I have admired Dian Fossey since I watched Gorillas in the Mist as a little girl. I can and will go gorilla!
Phew! Now I feel like I can go back to blogging about the latest painting project. Oh yea! Between shuttling kids and coordinating get togethers I bought a nail gun, started a book club, and ordered a ginormous cross-stitch pillow kit for my birthday. Oooh, and Gramps stopped by (from So. Cal) to bring me a giant Dr. Pepper and took me to have California Eggs Benedict at our favorite place this week. Welcome to Crazytown!
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