Friday, December 5, 2014
the happies of today
Andrew McMahon In The Wilderness - Cecilia And The Satellite (Official Video)
When your favorite Rock star grows up an has kids. love love.
Andrew McMahon, the genius that named my blog :-)
Sunday, November 23, 2014
its cold outside
I haven't known what to blog about.
I have started countless posts about missing the kids, what life has been like, the various things I am involved in, what's keeping me busy ... but it really all seems irrelevant. Life is life. Busy and fun. But foster-kid less.
We miss T and C. There are some days I wonder about the logistics of their day to day life. How are they eating, sleeping etc.I cling to every bit of news about their lives like a life raft. I have run the a whole gambit of emotions. I miss the children so much some days I could scream, some days I do. Some days I cry.
Some days I revel in the freedom that comes with being childless. I wake up sometimes and have to worry about NOTHING except life logistics. Not keeping two little humans alive and healthy, which takes quite an emotional toll on my apparently delicate spiritual constitution *achoo.* The freedom of being selfish is occasionally quite...sublime. I would be dishonest if I said I missed being woken up early on weekends, or that I HATE being able to skip meals or stay out all hours of the day and night. But I would give it all up a million times over to have those children in my life again.
There were losses this year that will change my life forever; some big, bitter sorrows that can only be from God to pull me closer. But in so many ways this was the best year of our lives! So many good things God has done for us and in our marriage.
I have started countless posts about missing the kids, what life has been like, the various things I am involved in, what's keeping me busy ... but it really all seems irrelevant. Life is life. Busy and fun. But foster-kid less.
We miss T and C. There are some days I wonder about the logistics of their day to day life. How are they eating, sleeping etc.I cling to every bit of news about their lives like a life raft. I have run the a whole gambit of emotions. I miss the children so much some days I could scream, some days I do. Some days I cry.
Some days I revel in the freedom that comes with being childless. I wake up sometimes and have to worry about NOTHING except life logistics. Not keeping two little humans alive and healthy, which takes quite an emotional toll on my apparently delicate spiritual constitution *achoo.* The freedom of being selfish is occasionally quite...sublime. I would be dishonest if I said I missed being woken up early on weekends, or that I HATE being able to skip meals or stay out all hours of the day and night. But I would give it all up a million times over to have those children in my life again.
There were losses this year that will change my life forever; some big, bitter sorrows that can only be from God to pull me closer. But in so many ways this was the best year of our lives! So many good things God has done for us and in our marriage.
Friday, August 29, 2014
Farewell
We said goodbye to our babies 2 weeks ago today.
No amount of previous understanding could emotionally prepare us for this transition. Maybe someday soon I will elaborate on our last days, hours, minutes with them, but for now, know that they are doing well from what we hear. So far there doesn't seem to be regression, they are progressing in their activities as they were before they left. Their grandma is thrilled, and is taking the next few months to bond with them appropriately.
We are trying to understand to the best of our ability that God's plan is perfect for these children, and we can't fathom the greatness of His marvelous ways. Soli Deo Gloria
No amount of previous understanding could emotionally prepare us for this transition. Maybe someday soon I will elaborate on our last days, hours, minutes with them, but for now, know that they are doing well from what we hear. So far there doesn't seem to be regression, they are progressing in their activities as they were before they left. Their grandma is thrilled, and is taking the next few months to bond with them appropriately.
We are trying to understand to the best of our ability that God's plan is perfect for these children, and we can't fathom the greatness of His marvelous ways. Soli Deo Gloria
"As you do not know the way the spirit comes to the bones in the womb of a woman with child, so you do not know the work of God who makes everything."
~Ecclesiastes 11:10
Sunday, July 20, 2014
bloggity blog
I have to decide what I want this blog to be. I do not like to be limited to talking about foster care and adoption. Frankly, as much as I love to share, someday, I simply don't want to talk about it in writing. If you know me and ask questions I welcome them, but simply writing out whatever details I have learned recently doesn't sound appealing. Perhaps I will branch out a bit more, and take the writing rabbit trails my brain enjoys and seems to be craving. That being said, here is a foster care update.
Baby T and Baby C will be leaving in the next month (ish). Forget the ish, just assume any update i ever give EVER about our foster kiddos have an ISH to them. So many deadlines have come and gone before.
They recently had a another visit from their Grandma, and again, it went beyond amazing. They seem abnormally attached to her. By them, I specifically am referring to Baby T the eldest, and by abnormally I mean, for a 2 year old with some obvious attachment concerns, she loves this woman. She has never once shied away from her bio-maternal-Grandma, and asks for her all the time.
Things with the courts have moved forward for their grandma, they are now free and clear to move to her in CA, and the paperwork for change of custody is now "supposedly" being processed. tick tock.
I don't need to expound on this yet, perhaps I will another time. Please don't feel sorry for us; yes we will be grieving as we so very much hoped to adopt these precious kids. But we trust our God is bigger than what we believe the desires of our hearts to be: He has the perfect plan for these babies. The love we have for these kids is indescribable, and we will miss them so terribly. However, I ask that you please focus your prayers on those babies and their lives, and specifically now their transition. For peace, comfort, joy, rest, and feelings of safety. For patience and love in abundance from their relatives. That our kiddos will be treated well, and grow in the grace and knowledge of their Lord and Savior.
Baby T and Baby C will be leaving in the next month (ish). Forget the ish, just assume any update i ever give EVER about our foster kiddos have an ISH to them. So many deadlines have come and gone before.
They recently had a another visit from their Grandma, and again, it went beyond amazing. They seem abnormally attached to her. By them, I specifically am referring to Baby T the eldest, and by abnormally I mean, for a 2 year old with some obvious attachment concerns, she loves this woman. She has never once shied away from her bio-maternal-Grandma, and asks for her all the time.
Things with the courts have moved forward for their grandma, they are now free and clear to move to her in CA, and the paperwork for change of custody is now "supposedly" being processed. tick tock.
I don't need to expound on this yet, perhaps I will another time. Please don't feel sorry for us; yes we will be grieving as we so very much hoped to adopt these precious kids. But we trust our God is bigger than what we believe the desires of our hearts to be: He has the perfect plan for these babies. The love we have for these kids is indescribable, and we will miss them so terribly. However, I ask that you please focus your prayers on those babies and their lives, and specifically now their transition. For peace, comfort, joy, rest, and feelings of safety. For patience and love in abundance from their relatives. That our kiddos will be treated well, and grow in the grace and knowledge of their Lord and Savior.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
My baby boy turned one year old last week.
Words can't express the joy he and his sister have brought to our lives. I think it is funny how my BABY child is also my "firstborn" as in, the first child to make me a mamma.
This year has brought so much fun, joy, and drama to the family, like only babies and toddlers can.
highlights include but are not limited to...
~Hearing T learn to talk
~ pulling cat food out of more than one child's mouth
~ catching vomit with my bare, cupped hands, not spilling a drop! no muss no fuss, go me
~ Singing and dancing around the house with my littles
~ Learning that my whole life i have taken quick store trips for granted. There are no quick in and outs with the babies...
~ The birthdays!
~ The start of potty talk!
~ the giggles,
~ The snuggles
~ The drools
~ Bubbles
~ books
~ bedtime
Words can't express the joy he and his sister have brought to our lives. I think it is funny how my BABY child is also my "firstborn" as in, the first child to make me a mamma.
This year has brought so much fun, joy, and drama to the family, like only babies and toddlers can.
highlights include but are not limited to...
~Hearing T learn to talk
~ pulling cat food out of more than one child's mouth
~ catching vomit with my bare, cupped hands, not spilling a drop! no muss no fuss, go me
~ Singing and dancing around the house with my littles
~ Learning that my whole life i have taken quick store trips for granted. There are no quick in and outs with the babies...
~ The birthdays!
~ The start of potty talk!
~ the giggles,
~ The snuggles
~ The drools
~ Bubbles
~ books
~ bedtime
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Lucky 13
Anyone who really knows us, knows that Joseph and I are huge Taylor Swift fans. Yes, I said WE. Don't Judge.
In this house...
In this house...
~ We call her Tay Tay
~ If one of us makes a half hand heart, the other quickly has to fill the gap
~ We know all the lyrics....
~ We know all the lyrics....
~ J. bought US tickets to see her Red tour last year, and sent pictures to his co-workers of our matching butterfly shirts.
We're dorks. Its our little family...and it is what we do. We listen to Taylor Swift and we force our kids to also. I see so many cute videos of other people's two year olds singing along to their music....but I am sad to inform you, the only song I catch my 2 year old singing is "Good morning God" or "Jesus Loves Me." Is it bad I am disappointed? I'm trying to teach her the Tay song "Red" because I figured we are learning colors and she could relate.... A snippet of me trying to brainwash my kid
ME: "T, say 'loving him was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street'..."
T: " Jesus?"
Me; "yeah yeah, we love Jesus, we can sing his songs too " *sigh*.
Me: "say, MASERATI,....MAS-ER-ATI"
T: "....." "Biiibbblllleee....GO!!" (for the bible tells me so)
Oh, and before anyone says anything about Frozen, we showed her that movie too. Except she does not watch movies or TV much, she only paid attention when there was actual singing, the rest bored her. For the next week when I would run up to her and sing "do you want to build a snow man?" She stared at me blankly, and shoveled pretend pasta into my mouth. Seriously kid. I play her all types of music..ALL the time, Veggie tales, Beethoven, Mozart, Sigur Ros, Kelly Clarkson, Pink, Gaslight Anthem, every musical I can think of, particularly the Newsies...and of course country. I want her to be diverse, well rounded. If she doesn't respond to Taylor though...Lord knows what her favorite type of music will be.... ;-)
She's getting into hand hearts though..... Maybe someday she'll be a fan....
We're dorks. Its our little family...and it is what we do. We listen to Taylor Swift and we force our kids to also. I see so many cute videos of other people's two year olds singing along to their music....but I am sad to inform you, the only song I catch my 2 year old singing is "Good morning God" or "Jesus Loves Me." Is it bad I am disappointed? I'm trying to teach her the Tay song "Red" because I figured we are learning colors and she could relate.... A snippet of me trying to brainwash my kid
ME: "T, say 'loving him was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street'..."
T: " Jesus?"
Me; "yeah yeah, we love Jesus, we can sing his songs too " *sigh*.
Me: "say, MASERATI,....MAS-ER-ATI"
T: "....." "Biiibbblllleee....GO!!" (for the bible tells me so)
Oh, and before anyone says anything about Frozen, we showed her that movie too. Except she does not watch movies or TV much, she only paid attention when there was actual singing, the rest bored her. For the next week when I would run up to her and sing "do you want to build a snow man?" She stared at me blankly, and shoveled pretend pasta into my mouth. Seriously kid. I play her all types of music..ALL the time, Veggie tales, Beethoven, Mozart, Sigur Ros, Kelly Clarkson, Pink, Gaslight Anthem, every musical I can think of, particularly the Newsies...and of course country. I want her to be diverse, well rounded. If she doesn't respond to Taylor though...Lord knows what her favorite type of music will be.... ;-)
She's getting into hand hearts though..... Maybe someday she'll be a fan....
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Inferno
The kids have trifling colds. Nothing major, just snot noses and minor coughs. Nothing to sneeze at. Pun intended as they sneeze over everything 10-15x a minute it seems. Today I saw my 2 year old pretend to blow her nose over and over by making the honking noise into the tissue. Obviously the sound was coming out of her mouth, so I was guessing it was fine as the tissue was catching her mouth spit....but then I saw her take said tissue and start to pretend clean/dust the furniture, the floor, her brother saying "scrub, scrub scrub." As I watched her spread her gross tissue over everything I knew I was in my own level of Dante's germ hell. At least its just a cold bug.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Good News
My husband told a co-worker that we had a great day in court last week! His co-worker replied "you're probably the only person in the world who could ever say that!" I got a kick out of this, of course it's not true, but having a great court hearing in many circles is very rare.
Our kiddos are lawyer-ed up I like to say. They share their court hearings with each other and an older half brother. I won't go into details about the half brother, just understand he needs prayer, protection, and will most likely never be made aware of these other siblings of his.
We were not expecting an eventful court hearing, and I guess to some degree it was as expected. The plan for our kiddos still is adoption by their grandmother. HOWEVER, there is now going to be a "best interest" review conducted in AZ if the grandma gets approved. Essentially saying that, as this family (US) wants to adopt both kiddos, and the relative has seemed only marginally interested in the kiddos, perhaps we will see if it is really in their best interest to move them. We were ECSTATIC. Perhaps I am putting to much weight on this twig of hope. Yet, I feel that when this is all said and done, no matter what the outcome, everyone has done a lot to try. I know I have done everything in my power, I can't say that for sure on all parties, however, I know that my kid's connections in CPS and therapies etc. have really seemed on board with Joseph and I from the start. This is not the case for many foster families. I feel our concerns have been heard and addressed...and that can only be God's hand in this situation.
The Lord's will be done. Amen regardless.
Addendum: ONE STEP FORWARD ONE STEP BACK: Their adoptive relative has scheduled a visit. a week long visit, where I imagine I will be supervising (EVERY SECOND) in an office somewhere as my kids "get to know" them.... blech.
Our kiddos are lawyer-ed up I like to say. They share their court hearings with each other and an older half brother. I won't go into details about the half brother, just understand he needs prayer, protection, and will most likely never be made aware of these other siblings of his.
We were not expecting an eventful court hearing, and I guess to some degree it was as expected. The plan for our kiddos still is adoption by their grandmother. HOWEVER, there is now going to be a "best interest" review conducted in AZ if the grandma gets approved. Essentially saying that, as this family (US) wants to adopt both kiddos, and the relative has seemed only marginally interested in the kiddos, perhaps we will see if it is really in their best interest to move them. We were ECSTATIC. Perhaps I am putting to much weight on this twig of hope. Yet, I feel that when this is all said and done, no matter what the outcome, everyone has done a lot to try. I know I have done everything in my power, I can't say that for sure on all parties, however, I know that my kid's connections in CPS and therapies etc. have really seemed on board with Joseph and I from the start. This is not the case for many foster families. I feel our concerns have been heard and addressed...and that can only be God's hand in this situation.
The Lord's will be done. Amen regardless.
Addendum: ONE STEP FORWARD ONE STEP BACK: Their adoptive relative has scheduled a visit. a week long visit, where I imagine I will be supervising (EVERY SECOND) in an office somewhere as my kids "get to know" them.... blech.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
expendable crewman
Captain's log star date 03202014...
The little people have taken over the house. The paralyzed one has made a miraculous recovery in his 9 months outside the womb, and has become mobile. He now roams freely causing destruction and mayhem at his own peril. He has begun to demand things, time, and his neediness in general is now summoned with the making of aggressive noises.
We are on day 5 of the she-child's strike on nap time. This coincided with the tossing of the infamous nuk "night night" cup. Today we are on hour 1.5 of constant crying. She is sleeping at night, but these nap time strikes are causing excessive crankiness, irritability, and hoarseness from the incessant tears and screams. 'Tis heartbreaking to behold, but we must remain firm with our demands on said nap time.
The little people have taken over the house. The paralyzed one has made a miraculous recovery in his 9 months outside the womb, and has become mobile. He now roams freely causing destruction and mayhem at his own peril. He has begun to demand things, time, and his neediness in general is now summoned with the making of aggressive noises.
We are on day 5 of the she-child's strike on nap time. This coincided with the tossing of the infamous nuk "night night" cup. Today we are on hour 1.5 of constant crying. She is sleeping at night, but these nap time strikes are causing excessive crankiness, irritability, and hoarseness from the incessant tears and screams. 'Tis heartbreaking to behold, but we must remain firm with our demands on said nap time.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
#newparent
Really, this blog should be called HASHTAG NEW PARENT!! because seriously... that is the number one thing in my life that shapes my day to day: and thus, my life/blog. The only real thing that is interestingly relevant in my life, is us being NEW parents. (ok so by now we are only SORTA new... not AS new,but still relatively new...and keep in mind I started this particular post in August haha)
Sometimes it has been hard to tell what is unique to fostering and what is just parenting. Minus my non-hormonal introduction to mommy-hood, NOTHING is different as far as I am concerned. Not when it comes to my kids. Sure I have way more people and paper involved my parenting process. But lots of people have kids in occupational therapy, with behavioral challenges or baggage.
Part of my transitions has been especially noticeable when pertaining to my toddler, i.e. the child I JUMPED in the middle of life with...ok so realistically I missed 18 months of her life..so she is hardly in the middle...but it sure felt like I missed a whole bunch. With the baby I only missed 3 days. And even then I have wondered what specifics of his life I missed... But with T I have struggled with what's a behavior from a neglected baby/preemie/possible exposure vs. typical two year old?
Sometimes it has been hard to tell what is unique to fostering and what is just parenting. Minus my non-hormonal introduction to mommy-hood, NOTHING is different as far as I am concerned. Not when it comes to my kids. Sure I have way more people and paper involved my parenting process. But lots of people have kids in occupational therapy, with behavioral challenges or baggage.
Part of my transitions has been especially noticeable when pertaining to my toddler, i.e. the child I JUMPED in the middle of life with...ok so realistically I missed 18 months of her life..so she is hardly in the middle...but it sure felt like I missed a whole bunch. With the baby I only missed 3 days. And even then I have wondered what specifics of his life I missed... But with T I have struggled with what's a behavior from a neglected baby/preemie/possible exposure vs. typical two year old?
I am typical mamma bear... I don't want to be told that my kids are missing milestones or are delayed...but if negative observations are made I want justify these aspects of my kids ! "Behind!? Don't you see how smart she is and how fast she's learning?" On the flip side, in my moments of humiliation regarding either my inability to parent, or an out of control child I wish to justify these un-savories also" yeah so what of she's screaming and slapping me on the middle of Walmart..she was a preemie and she's my foster kid I haven't had her that long...and I don't beat her! AND DON'T YOU JUDGE ME" I mentally scream to the sympathetic passerby...
At Target the other day, I felt super proud of myself for not once mentally screaming these excuses. I owned my toddler's bad behavior. I was there for 30 ish minutes. she screamed and whined for 3-4. It was a long 3-4, (it actually might have been more like 1-2 but time stood still for mamma) but I not once wanted to justify her behavior, in my head or to the world. She knew what she was doing, she knew the consequences. And I knew her enough to know she would get over it. My kid threw a tantrum, not because she was a preemie, or neglected, or in foster care, but because she wanted to hold the plastic cups and mamma wouldn't let her.* So what? they were cool cups!
embarrassed my kids throw tantrums over plastic cups? ha newbie #newparent
This post seemed to make a lot more sense in my head....#newblogger
ps....
*The issue was not her holding the plastic cups, but she is not allowed to hold anything mom puts in the cart only to prevent the meltdown when we have to hand everything over to the cashier, for some reason the cups were the biggest enticement today. This system has worked well for me in the past *sigh*.
At Target the other day, I felt super proud of myself for not once mentally screaming these excuses. I owned my toddler's bad behavior. I was there for 30 ish minutes. she screamed and whined for 3-4. It was a long 3-4, (it actually might have been more like 1-2 but time stood still for mamma) but I not once wanted to justify her behavior, in my head or to the world. She knew what she was doing, she knew the consequences. And I knew her enough to know she would get over it. My kid threw a tantrum, not because she was a preemie, or neglected, or in foster care, but because she wanted to hold the plastic cups and mamma wouldn't let her.* So what? they were cool cups!
embarrassed my kids throw tantrums over plastic cups? ha newbie #newparent
This post seemed to make a lot more sense in my head....#newblogger
ps....
*The issue was not her holding the plastic cups, but she is not allowed to hold anything mom puts in the cart only to prevent the meltdown when we have to hand everything over to the cashier, for some reason the cups were the biggest enticement today. This system has worked well for me in the past *sigh*.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Resilient?
The beginning of this year has been a bit on the blah side of life. Health problems for everyone in the family to varying degrees. House hunting troubles and successes that turned to troubles again. And of course the ever prolonged custody battle, which is having kids in the system.
The husband and I enjoyed our continuing education training classes over the weekend, and our now equipped for another year of foster parenting. There is something very motivating about being surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of foster parents with countless years of experience who still love what they do...who still love these kids. It seriously put into perspective any "troubles" I have with my babies.
I surveyed the people surrounding me over the weekend, and I wondered how many of them have ever felt beaten down emotionally as I have lately...and then I laughed at myself because "DUH!" Who in this world has not at one point in their life felt emotionally beaten on!? All of us have at some points, or thousands of points. Because we need Jesus in our lives. We can't do it alone. Whatever it is. I know I can't do it. I feel stuck sometimes even when life is smooth sailing. Throw a mild stomach bug in the mix and you see k8 in a tailspin. Although I am trying to be content, mindful, and resilient in my faith, my life, and my spiritual journey, I feel I am constantly failing. A quick trip to http://www.resilient-faith.com/ *shameless plug* reminded me of this verse:
"I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need."~Phillipians 4:12
I met people in this Foster care training that embodied this verse in powerful ways. To be content, in every circumstance, can only be done through the strength given by Christ. It was nice to see people living this faith in ways I can only hope to emulate.
The husband and I enjoyed our continuing education training classes over the weekend, and our now equipped for another year of foster parenting. There is something very motivating about being surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of foster parents with countless years of experience who still love what they do...who still love these kids. It seriously put into perspective any "troubles" I have with my babies.
I surveyed the people surrounding me over the weekend, and I wondered how many of them have ever felt beaten down emotionally as I have lately...and then I laughed at myself because "DUH!" Who in this world has not at one point in their life felt emotionally beaten on!? All of us have at some points, or thousands of points. Because we need Jesus in our lives. We can't do it alone. Whatever it is. I know I can't do it. I feel stuck sometimes even when life is smooth sailing. Throw a mild stomach bug in the mix and you see k8 in a tailspin. Although I am trying to be content, mindful, and resilient in my faith, my life, and my spiritual journey, I feel I am constantly failing. A quick trip to http://www.resilient-faith.com/ *shameless plug* reminded me of this verse:
"I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need."~Phillipians 4:12
I met people in this Foster care training that embodied this verse in powerful ways. To be content, in every circumstance, can only be done through the strength given by Christ. It was nice to see people living this faith in ways I can only hope to emulate.
Friday, February 28, 2014
happy birthday
I don't know why I don't blog more often. I used to love doing this.
I believe sometimes I feel held back by not wanting to put "TOO" much information out there about my life with my kiddos. However, I wish to someday be an encouragement to other foster or hope to adopt families, so I want enough realistic information to be relevant. Either way, this blog has suffered and i wish to revamp!
There is no news on the future of my kids. As far as an official update, the official case plan is still adoption by the grandmother. Have heard nothing new since November, just confirmation that this plan is still in motion.
Life presses, on. The kids grow and learn so fast.
We celebrated T's second birthday, only in glorious AZ could we experience such a delightful outdoor February birthday.
The milestones this girl has passed *sigh*...subtle to those parents of typical toddlers: huge for us.
She walks with her feet closer, and closer together, arms lower and lower each day showing new found stability.
Her weight is approaching, if not surpassing, that ominous 20 lb. mark.
She gives kisses and hugs, says "wuv You." and smiles and continues to interact with us when strangers are around instead of staring blankly.
She is beginning to maintain her playful self when therapists visit, causing all sorts of new strides made in the occupational department.
She pretend plays. For any of you that have dealt with a child of a troubled past, even a mildy troubled one, you may know how important pretend play is. Little miss T is the most loving (until bored) little mamma to her baby dolls, and her baby brother. She also has taken to cooking, with a shovel and a sand sifter. yelling "PASTA!" and making me eat whatever she "shovels" my way. (perhaps I should actually get her some play kitchen stuffies).
She is exhibiting an independence. Walking into her playgroup during my bible study.
Overall she is feeling more secure and it shows in her behavior. and it warms my heart. I love my little beauty. My prayers are that I will celebrate many more birthdays with her!
I believe sometimes I feel held back by not wanting to put "TOO" much information out there about my life with my kiddos. However, I wish to someday be an encouragement to other foster or hope to adopt families, so I want enough realistic information to be relevant. Either way, this blog has suffered and i wish to revamp!
There is no news on the future of my kids. As far as an official update, the official case plan is still adoption by the grandmother. Have heard nothing new since November, just confirmation that this plan is still in motion.
Life presses, on. The kids grow and learn so fast.
We celebrated T's second birthday, only in glorious AZ could we experience such a delightful outdoor February birthday.
The milestones this girl has passed *sigh*...subtle to those parents of typical toddlers: huge for us.
She walks with her feet closer, and closer together, arms lower and lower each day showing new found stability.
Her weight is approaching, if not surpassing, that ominous 20 lb. mark.
She gives kisses and hugs, says "wuv You." and smiles and continues to interact with us when strangers are around instead of staring blankly.
She is beginning to maintain her playful self when therapists visit, causing all sorts of new strides made in the occupational department.
She pretend plays. For any of you that have dealt with a child of a troubled past, even a mildy troubled one, you may know how important pretend play is. Little miss T is the most loving (until bored) little mamma to her baby dolls, and her baby brother. She also has taken to cooking, with a shovel and a sand sifter. yelling "PASTA!" and making me eat whatever she "shovels" my way. (perhaps I should actually get her some play kitchen stuffies).
She is exhibiting an independence. Walking into her playgroup during my bible study.
Overall she is feeling more secure and it shows in her behavior. and it warms my heart. I love my little beauty. My prayers are that I will celebrate many more birthdays with her!
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