"I love you, Mom". - my newest son
Totally out of the blue.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Monday.
You know it's Monday in foster care land when your foster/adoptive son fakes a head ache in order to get the school to call you so you can pick him up.
He is NOT liking school. He hasn't enjoyed one day I don't think.
He changed schools when he moved here. After one week of our school I was called in and the 1 st grade teacher and the principal told me they thought he needed to be moved from 1 st grade back to kindergarten. He was whining a lot in class and asked to go home a lot. Often said he was tired. So we moved him back to kindergarten.
He still is acting like it is too much. He really just wants to stay home and play.
Obviously, his whole world has been flipped upside down so I am trying to be patient.
Then, this evening, now it is Wednesday btw, he had a little bit of homework. He didn't tell me about it, but I asked. My husband sat him down and hovered over him and watched him start to do the whole thing wrong just to hurry up and get it done. He stopped him, corrected him and he finished the first section just fine. In the second section he started to do the same thing again and my husband said "don't you dare" and he then went back to actually trying and did it all correctly like he is capable of.
He honestly just seems very lazy when it comes to everything having to do with school. He is even lazy in his speech. He actually has to go to speech therapy because his speech is quite bad BUT when we are at home we MAKE him speak correctly and he is able to. I just told him that if he kept speaking in partial sentences and leaving out words the answer to his questions would always be no. It is funny how quickly he started making an effort to speak correctly.
He really is a great kid. I like him a lot. He is funny. He wants people to like him. He wants to be included and have fun. He can be kind and obeys quite well most of the time.
I have never had to deal with school stuff with anyone besides my bio son who hasn't had much of an issue so this is all new to me.
He is NOT liking school. He hasn't enjoyed one day I don't think.
He changed schools when he moved here. After one week of our school I was called in and the 1 st grade teacher and the principal told me they thought he needed to be moved from 1 st grade back to kindergarten. He was whining a lot in class and asked to go home a lot. Often said he was tired. So we moved him back to kindergarten.
He still is acting like it is too much. He really just wants to stay home and play.
Obviously, his whole world has been flipped upside down so I am trying to be patient.
Then, this evening, now it is Wednesday btw, he had a little bit of homework. He didn't tell me about it, but I asked. My husband sat him down and hovered over him and watched him start to do the whole thing wrong just to hurry up and get it done. He stopped him, corrected him and he finished the first section just fine. In the second section he started to do the same thing again and my husband said "don't you dare" and he then went back to actually trying and did it all correctly like he is capable of.
He honestly just seems very lazy when it comes to everything having to do with school. He is even lazy in his speech. He actually has to go to speech therapy because his speech is quite bad BUT when we are at home we MAKE him speak correctly and he is able to. I just told him that if he kept speaking in partial sentences and leaving out words the answer to his questions would always be no. It is funny how quickly he started making an effort to speak correctly.
He really is a great kid. I like him a lot. He is funny. He wants people to like him. He wants to be included and have fun. He can be kind and obeys quite well most of the time.
I have never had to deal with school stuff with anyone besides my bio son who hasn't had much of an issue so this is all new to me.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
tiny babies.
Yea!
Thursday, January 3, 2013
PRE trial
We had the PRE trial for our little Christmas surprise. The goal is adoption. Visits are suspended until the termination trial. The termination trial should be between 3 - 5 wks from now. They are terminating on both mom and dad.
Dad is claiming he isn't the bio dad. It doesn't matter because regardless he is the legal dad.
The parents are throwing out all sorts of crazy stories.
Fun times in foster care.
I will be so excited once these adoptions are finalized!
Dad is claiming he isn't the bio dad. It doesn't matter because regardless he is the legal dad.
The parents are throwing out all sorts of crazy stories.
Fun times in foster care.
I will be so excited once these adoptions are finalized!
Friday, December 28, 2012
Not always.
Most of the time foster care sucks.
Seriously. It does. One step forward, two steps back.
Broken promises.
Jerky social workers.
Bad decisions.
Heart breaks.
Hurt kids.
Behaviors.
And in the middle of it are the moments that keep us in it. The first smiles, the ridged hugs and eventually melt into cuddles, the love we have for a human we didn't even know existed 3 weeks ago, and sometimes the strangers that walk through our doors become family.
For 3 years foster care sucked for us. We got hurt at every turn it seemed and the "smart" thing to do would have been to give up. But those moments, those miracles, kept creeping in and kept me going even when my heart was broken in two.
We held on just long enough to see that, yes, our "PRE adoptive placement" that literally had a social worker demand that she be returned to her bios really was meant to be ours forever. And then the miracles began to pour down on our unsuspecting heads.
Our 2nd bio was born.
Should 3 be enough?
Oh no, even the week before my c-section I found out 3 kids that I had fell in love with two years prior were finally available for adoption. Red tape is no match for God, He certainly proved that when our 3 moved in.
And then, out of no where, we got a phone call. The call we had hoped for from day one, but now we had six kids. This phone call we got that would be our number 7 if we said yes, "should" have been our number 2 if our plans had gone as we wanted them to.
Had our life gone as "planned" we would have our first bio and our first foster.
The end.
I can't imagine what I would be missing out on. I shutter to think.
Because, numbers 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6....the are amazing. Life would not be the same without them.
It took my heart being broken to get them.
It took tears, frustration and a plan that was the complete opposite of mine to get them.
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away.
But, I believe, He gives more than He takes away.
And when His blessing rain down...well, it has been a down pour.
Never give up. That is what I have learned. Never give up on the plan God has for you.
Seriously. It does. One step forward, two steps back.
Broken promises.
Jerky social workers.
Bad decisions.
Heart breaks.
Hurt kids.
Behaviors.
And in the middle of it are the moments that keep us in it. The first smiles, the ridged hugs and eventually melt into cuddles, the love we have for a human we didn't even know existed 3 weeks ago, and sometimes the strangers that walk through our doors become family.
For 3 years foster care sucked for us. We got hurt at every turn it seemed and the "smart" thing to do would have been to give up. But those moments, those miracles, kept creeping in and kept me going even when my heart was broken in two.
We held on just long enough to see that, yes, our "PRE adoptive placement" that literally had a social worker demand that she be returned to her bios really was meant to be ours forever. And then the miracles began to pour down on our unsuspecting heads.
Our 2nd bio was born.
Should 3 be enough?
Oh no, even the week before my c-section I found out 3 kids that I had fell in love with two years prior were finally available for adoption. Red tape is no match for God, He certainly proved that when our 3 moved in.
And then, out of no where, we got a phone call. The call we had hoped for from day one, but now we had six kids. This phone call we got that would be our number 7 if we said yes, "should" have been our number 2 if our plans had gone as we wanted them to.
Had our life gone as "planned" we would have our first bio and our first foster.
The end.
I can't imagine what I would be missing out on. I shutter to think.
Because, numbers 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6....the are amazing. Life would not be the same without them.
It took my heart being broken to get them.
It took tears, frustration and a plan that was the complete opposite of mine to get them.
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away.
But, I believe, He gives more than He takes away.
And when His blessing rain down...well, it has been a down pour.
Never give up. That is what I have learned. Never give up on the plan God has for you.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
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