Our boys both had birthdays in March! Big Brother was first and turned three years old. He can dress and undress himself, and he washes himself and his hair in the bathtub now. He loves to eat. We're talking if you have food and he doesn't, he goes into full baby bird mode- head up, mouth open, big brown eyes batting long eyelashes worthy of envy. He loves to play with cars and trucks, ride his bike, and read books. Go, Diego, Go is his favorite show to watch and he loves music. I'm pretty sure he is destined for the percussion section with the way he is constantly drumming on anything that stays still long enough.
Little Brother came next and turned two years old. He is gaining independence and has the attitude to prove it. He wants to climb on his own, eat on his own, and bike on his own, even if the results are not pretty. (Let's be honest, he walks his tricycle instead of riding it.) If we're not quick enough getting the food in front of him once he's at the table, he lets us know all about it. He has two great joys- cars and outside. When you combine the two, he is happy as a lark. He's not super interested in TV, but would rather look at a book. I'm not offended. He's got the best dance moves I've ever seen and loves to use them often.
We got to have a joint party with all of
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| Lined up by age. Missing the baby who was napping, and one other still in a tummy. How do we have so many kids?! |
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| The Brothers checking out their new train set along with their twin friends. And their other twin friends in the background. Oh yeah. That's why there's so many... they all came two by two! |
People generally say that they would not be able to foster because they could never let a child leave their home once they had arrived. This is definitely a risky business which could certainly end in heartbreak. But, let me say this with all the grace I can muster: attachment is not an immediate reaction for child or parent. Notice I did not specify foster or biological families. With that being said, there have been some sweet moments of attachment lately!
Big Brother had his very first school performance. His class got one song, and essentially they were just turned loose up on the stage with some ribbons while some music played. Before it began, Big Brother was sitting on the steps of the stage with his class waiting for everyone to arrive. He kept looking to make sure we were still there and waving at us. When he moved up on the stage, he got a little disoriented and couldn't find us. The music was playing, his friends were dancing, but all he was doing was saying, "Mama!" as he searched the room for us. When he finally spotted us, I cannot even explain the eruption of joyful dancing that burst out of that child. And I cried. And laughed. Tears of joy for this precious boy who is capturing more and more of my heart.
Later that same night we were out past our usual 7pm and Little Brother let me hold and snuggle him for about half an hour. Trust me, this is a rare thing for one as independent as he. My Mama heart was so full!
On Poop
We have officially potty trained, people! Well, one child at least. The decreased amount of diapers in this house is glorious. Remember that time Big Brother had a third birthday? Yeah. That's when he got his very own big boy potty and big boy underwear, because using the potty was going to be the most exciting thing he had ever done in his tiny little life. {Pause: I think I hear The Hubs cleaning up a nap time accident as I type. Oops.} Potty at home came easier than potty away from home, so when he had an accident free day, he got to call Lolli and tell her he went poop at school.
Naturally, the next time he pooped at school, he felt like he needed to call Lolli and tell her. And also Pop and Uncle Goober. Lolli and Pop both answered their phones. Uncle Goober did not. Here's the message that was left right after Big Brother's aforementioned success on the stage at school: "Uncle Boober, I poop on the steps!"
For Free
In February, we were in court to learn how the boys' case was going to end. Their parents' rights were terminated and the case is now in a 90 day waiting period. It was heart-wrenching to witness the breaking of a family. I cried all the way home from court, knowing that I should be happy we were one step closer to adoption, but needing to grieve this great loss that had just occurred. I know it will be a long time before our boys will be able to understand what happened that day, but when they do we will grieve again. And again. And probably some more. May 12th is the end of our 90 days, after which we should officially become an adoptive placement! Don't know much on a timeline from there, but we should be a forever family sooner than we ever could have imagined.
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