Tonight I was home alone with 3 toddlers. It reminded me of my early mommy days, though my bios were not that close in age. Still. You basically just read and play and sing until bedtime. Then you do the dishes. Back in the day the dishes situation wasn't the deal it is today.
UPS came today and delivered a box that had those air filled plastic pockets that is different from tiny bubble wrap....you know what I'm talking about? Well that kept Blue Eyes busy in the hallway for a full 20 minutes stomping on it and laughing at the top of his lungs. He didn't care that his siblings were eating or that there cookies involved because stomping and destroying something will win every time.
Meanwhile, the other two were happy eating the dinner that flopped. Which is one of the greatest things about babies. They don't know the difference. And the rest of the family will be tickled that they won't have so many leftovers for lunch tomorrow.
Blue Eyes has finally decided that using the potty is something he can do. At least during the day and at home. Nighttime is another issue. But it seems to be my issue because he couldn't care less. And school is hit and miss. Sometimes he comes home in the same clothes. Sometimes he comes home in the extra clothes from his back pack with a black plastic baggie tied to the handle. And now and then...well he comes home in somebody else's clothes. I haven't pushed it much because frankly we fight over just about everything and I'm trying to pick my battles.
This morning's fight was brushing his teeth. He pursed his lips as tight as he could and shook his head no. But he forgot that he had new toothpaste until his little siblings all "got" to brush their teeth. He changed his mind...but it was too late. Tonight he brushed his teeth happily.
My husband and I were discussing dreams this week. Two years ago I was counting down the days until our home could be opened for foster care. Blue Eyes is my dream come true. He is also one of my greatest challenges.
His case is dragging on forever. March is the next court hearing. Anything could happen. Or not.
Little Pumba turned two right before Christmas. He is just a big hunk of love. He is sweet and cuddly and so very mild mannered. As an only baby, he'd be a dream child. He rarely ever throws a fit and when he does it is pouting and whining. No tantrums from him. He is the king of unnecessary noise and knows every animal sound plus all the ones he's made up. Unlike the other two, he has a lot of family that loves him. But, and this is a big but...they won't do what is necessary to get him home. So he has visits every week. He has to get into a car with a different DHS transporter every time and drive an hour to visit different family members. He always wakes up crying in the night after a visit. He is certainly a resilient little boy,
Babyest had the big court hearing this week. His mom didn't come and there was no defense. It was over quickly and as of now he is not legally related to anybody. Today I got a call that we have been assigned an adoption specialist. I had no idea it would happen so soon....so HAPPY DAY for us. We've been discussing new names for him. We want to honor his first family by including some of his original name in his new name.
This guy is such a rascal. He's playful and an adorable trouble maker. I never thought I'd be starting over as someone's mommy at the same time I have a grand baby. But I also can't imagine living the rest of our lives without him. His pictures are coming up all over my Time Hop from last year when he was visiting. That was such an uncertain time and we were so happy for any time we could spend with him. I'm thankful that's over and I'll be even more thankful when he finally shares our last name.
I wish I could post pictures. They are all beautiful. They are all so loved. And tonight I'm glad they are all in bed!
