spit.

Lizzy has been spitting.

And I have been loosing it.

I told her I am DONE with it.  If she did it again, no matter what time of day, she would have to stay in our dining room the WHOLE rest of the day by herself.

She decided to spit on my 2 1/2 year old at 3:45 pm yesterday.

So, she stayed in the dining room until dinner time.  She had dinner and then had to go right back in the dining room.

Yes, I felt like a monster.

But NOTHING gets to her.  She just does it again.

Towards 7:30 pm we let her come back out into the living room.

Shortly after she went to bed with all the other little ones.




She didn't spit on anyone today.

We'll see how tomorrow goes.

the babies.

Brothers.

I love watching my sons become brothers.

That like each other.

That play together.

That are there for each other.


It is amazing.

Seven = busy

Having seven kids is crazy.


Six was fine.


Add in a newborn and holy cow...it's all over.



Everyday I think, "this would have been easier if I would have just said 'no, we can't take her'".


But that isn't me.


And that's not the way the story was supposed to go anyway.



There was a spot in my heart for this girl before I ever knew she existed.  And now, the thought of her leaving makes me feel empty.

Our house, holding only six kids, would feel empty.


Funny how quickly things change.

Counting down the days until the newest baby's termination trial....feb 13

Seven.

It's midnight.


I'm holding number seven who has decided that it is time to start being a normal, fussy newborn.


I still feel like a foster mom.


And on paper I guess I am.


But, honestly, I am just mom.



I thought I might never get here.





There are still miles to go....


But we are getting there.