A New Badge & A Big Day

I think I earned a new badge last night (if there is one for getting barfed on). Jack didn't eat much all day yesterday but had a hearty dinner. We were so proud of him. Afterwards on the couch they were taking their meds (the icky one they hate so much) and he gagged a bit. I was ready for him to urp a little up but no.. here came dinner. ALL.OF.IT. Poor little guy. By the time round 2 came on I was ready and caught most in a paper towel. A heck of a save if I do say so, myself.

Cousin Kadi has since given me some stellar advice on strategic garbage bag placement.

Today Nantie is taking the twins to the County office for their visit with Bmom. A worker will meet her outside, take the kids in and meet her back in the parking lot an hour later. The visitation is supervised, of course. It's common for kids in foster care to have really tough evenings after visits (meltdowns, etc) so we are on pins and needles over what is to come.

I'm back at work wishing I was with them..

Translate This..

I mentioned in an earlier post that J told us we're the only certified couple that is willing to take 2 kids. DH reiterated that we prefer one but if there was a chance siblings would be split up, we could take 2 (as long as they were manageable for us newbies). She went on to ask ("hypothetically speaking") if there was a darling 2 year old girl that had, say, a 4 year old brother that was a "bit of a handful" would we consider them? DH told her we would be willing to hear their information, ask all the questions we've got on stand by and if we felt comfortable with the resources we have available, we may give it a go (hypothetically, of course).

Hmmm..

This morning I surfed over to one of my daily must reads "My New Normal" and lo and behold, her post today hit me square in the gut. It's about what social workers say verses what they mean. You'll have to go and read it for yourself..

I can only imagine what "a bit of a handful" translates to here in reality.

Happy Birthday, Daddy!

Dad's 78th birthday was this past Sunday. I can't express how very blessed I feel to have him back in my life. The picture was taken last month when I went out to California for a visit. We went to his favorite restaurant in Hemet (Polly's Pies) along with family (Aunt Jan and Jeri) and let him roll through the the aisles at Walmart. It's amazing how such a simple day out can mean so much. I don't care if I'm ---><--- close turning 40, I'll always be my Daddy's Girl. I love you, Dad.