A week ago, I took Steven to the airport at 4 a.m. Then, Maggie went to preschool and we came home and took a long nap. We had a meeting at church that night, so I took her to Applebee's. While we were eating, my Social Worker called with 2 potential children. To keep them safe, I'll call them J and R. J is a 2.5 little girl. R is a 18 month old little boy. They needed a home and hopefully we will be able to adopt them. For right now, we are still fostering them.
In a week, my life has changed. I have seen them everyday since Thursday. They have a visit with bio mom tomorrow and it will be the first day that I haven't seen them. It will be weird, but I have so much to do to get ready. It will be nice to have some time to work!
They are wonderful. I wish I could share pictures with you, but I am trying to be safe. If I know you and you send me an email, I will be glad to share pics with you.
They are moving in next Saturday. There have been so many great little stories so far.
Today's story is a little rough. I had them most of the day. R was so tired and needed a nap, but has never been laid down for a nap before. I would rock him to sleep and try to put him down and he would scream. Over and over. i was getting frustrated that he had never been in a crib before. Anyway, I finally got him to sleep and went to check on maggie in her room. She asked me for some stickers earlier and I snapped at her to get them herself. J was laying on the sofa resting.
I went in to see Maggie and I was holding R so he would keep sleeping.
Guess what Maggie was doing? She was making me a scrapbook. She found a Cinderella scrapbook. Put pieces of paper in it and found pictures of me when I was little and of her when she was little. Then decorated each page with stickers.
I started crying. It was so thoughtful of her. Steven returned from lunch to check on us. Finding me hugging and bawling with Maggie while holding R. He said, "got this mommy of 3 thing under control?".
She took the scrapbook in the car to work on it some more and was showing pictures to J in the backseat. I could hear her saying, "here's a picture of Daddy 'apetizing'(aka baptizing) Mommy". Guess who started crying again?