Doctor checkup with Bub.
I’m a writer, and this table, made with my husbands hands, leaves me speechless. The place where we share food is sacred, and the fact that it’s our old table combined with a new top says so much about where our family is. Thank you, baby, for this gift of work from your very capable hands.
Just got chastised on my local foster parent page on Facebook.
Always an instigator!
Someone really close to us is in the position of having to decide if they will take placement of their adopted son’s two little sisters. And by little I mean 3 years and 16 days. Their adopted boys are high needs, the sisters are still in a foster care case, there is potential trauma seeing the sisters go back and forth from their biological mom, not to mention what might happen if she was able (highly unlikely) to get them back. There are SO many elements here, so much to look at, so many unknowns and uncertainties.
My heart just hurts for them. The bright spot is the girls are in a foster home I know, with people who love them and want to adopt and would maintain sibling contact. These girls will be safe and loved either way, as long as they don’t return to their family of origin.
I don’t envy this choice at all. The one good thing for our family is we have now discussed at length what we would do in this situation, and are prepared with an answer should a similar call ever come.
My son’s preschool picture makes him look like the Just Say No poster child, or perhaps a person on the county’s Most Wanted website. In fact, they look a lot like the mugshots of certain someones.
I chose to decline the purchase.
This is how I feel about Tumblr when it keeps eating all my posts and replies.