<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:29:01.089-08:00</updated><category term='visits'/><category term='foster adoption'/><category term='finances'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='social workers'/><category term='loss'/><category term='inspections'/><category term='N'/><category term='Foster baby'/><category term='birth parents'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Daisy'/><category term='foster care adoption'/><category term='baby J'/><category term='family'/><category term='respite'/><category term='foster care license'/><category term='sibling group adoption'/><category term='foster adopt'/><category term='foster care baby'/><category term='Adoptive Parents'/><category term='foster license'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='friends'/><category term='foster care movie'/><category term='bio mom'/><category term='older child adoption'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='sarcasm'/><category term='baby quotes'/><category term='sick baby'/><category term='Meet the Browns'/><category term='birth mom'/><category term='recertification'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='mandatory court reporters'/><category term='urgent care'/><category term='reunification'/><category term='foster care tv'/><category term='foster care'/><category term='foster kids'/><category term='Foster Parents'/><category term='life'/><category term='Jaden'/><category term='false allegations'/><category term='reactive attachment disorder'/><category term='catching up'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='foster care break'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='LFB'/><category term='Tyler Perry'/><category term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>Foster Care and Adoption Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>The Trials and Tribulations of a Foster Care Family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-1535793005190406043</id><published>2010-03-31T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T17:45:26.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster adopt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaden'/><title type='text'>Adoption!  Our Story</title><content type='html'>Well, to those few who may still follow me after my long hiatus, I definitely want to update you on the latest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently signed adoptions papers!  Jaden no longer needs to be "J" - is officially an adoption placement now!  It won't be final for about 3 months, but that is nothing compared to the last 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you wanting to adopt your foster kids, I just wanted to encourage you that it does happen.  And not always when you think it will.   If I look back over all the children I have fostered (and tried to adopt or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to) Jaden would have been the last one I would have ever thought would stay with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaden came to us at 5 months old, visually impaired was all we knew at the time.  Not because anyone mentioned this, but because when he opened his eyes it was obvious.  He had both bio parents, two sets of grandparents and aunts and uncles on both sides. I knew he was going.  I warned everyone NOT to get attached.   Like usual, no one listened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually need to go.  Sorry.  Forgot about Good Friday Service!  I will continue the saga later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-1535793005190406043?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1535793005190406043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=1535793005190406043&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/1535793005190406043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/1535793005190406043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2010/03/adoption-our-story.html' title='Adoption!  Our Story'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-329105840223296357</id><published>2009-12-13T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:28:42.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daisy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catching up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster baby'/><title type='text'>Foster care now and then</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems like time for an update on my foster care and adoption journey, so I will start a few update posts to fill you in on the ridiculous crazy life of a foster care family and the beautiful children we have been blessed to care for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know Daisy, my first foster baby, she is still a joyful part of our lives.  She visits when I pick her up, which is every 2-3 weeks now.  If I go over two weeks, she usually gives me a call asking to visit.  She says, "pick me up!" (her mom swears Daisy begged, but I think it may be mom needing the break sometimes.  :-)  Do I care? No.  What struggling young single mom of four young kids couldn't use a break from a wild little three year old?  Especially if you knew your three year old would be loved and cared for and treated like a princess.  The more love we give Daisy the more it is returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easier now with Daisy.  She still calls me mommy once she gets away from her mom, but respectfully calls me Susan in her presence.  I am glad, as I never want her mom to feel I am in competition with her.  Someday, I know to Daisy I will be just "Susan" and that is okay.  I am not her mommy and over time as she bonds with her own mother she will start to understand the difference.  Now it is hard, as she still wants to stay with us, and resists being returned home.  But she doesn't cry like she used to, so it is easier for her, but sometimes harder for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray there will never be a day that Daisy does not want to come to my house, because we have more rules, or her gang is not in my street.  But my family knows this is a possibility.  We have joked that we don't want to have Daisy's baby in foster care.  Sad.  But if our love can help to let her know she does not need a gang or a man to make her feel whole then we know she will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am happy to say, we didn't "lose" our first foster baby, as I once thought, when she was returned home in a last minute court change, while we were in the process to adopt.  We still have her in our lives and we have gained so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I say this I know it is time for a visit.  Time to pick her up, complete with a change of clothes, box of baby wipes, and milk and snack at hand.  You see, when we arrive to pic her up, we can go no where with her, unless she is cleaned up.  She is usually filthy, and will turn the bath muddy.  Her hair. . .well we never know.  Sometimes they chop up her beautiful hair just for fun.  She sometimes has magic marker, black, used as makeup.  Little drawings on her body too.  And her clothes will usually be something I would be embarrassed to give to good will.  Sometimes they are fine and clean, but a size 5.  Daisy wears a 3.  Her mom has clothes for Daisy, we have given her many, but she chooses not to use them.  So now we don't bother.   We have a small wardrobe for her (who am I kidding, she is better dressed than me!).  We wash what she comes in and put  it back on her for the return trip home.  I don't know what her mom thinks she wears at my house, but she never has asked, and has never offered to send an outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't rich and are actually really struggling and probably do not have as many resources as her mom, so don't think I am being insensitive.  I am just telling you like it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"A child fills a place in your heart that you never knew was empty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-329105840223296357?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/329105840223296357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=329105840223296357&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/329105840223296357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/329105840223296357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2009/12/foster-care-now-and-then.html' title='Foster care now and then'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-7687513745858203523</id><published>2009-12-07T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:42:30.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I'm still here. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but just wasn't able to post about life, because truthfully, it sucked.  Yes, not the usual good English I try to use, but appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes blogs bug me; how personal should we be with people we don't know who maybe don't even care, but have forgotten to "unfollow" us?  Well, one thing I have learned is you don't want to get very personal with people who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who care about you sometimes can't handle the truth, plain and simple.  They may still love you, but being involved in your messy life is too much for them.  I understand.  No really I don't, but I try.  I get it, that my life may be too uncomfortable for you at this time, so you needed to check out.  But I wish you would have told me you were going to disappear.  Then I might not miss you so much when you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't plan on using my "foster and adopt" blog to rant and rave every day.  Only now and then because I am too lazy and busy to start another blog. That is because I would have to find a new theme, and the only thing I dread more than choosing a theme, is creating a password. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update you on my foster adopt journey soon, but I may rant here a bit too.  You can unfollow me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. &lt;br /&gt; Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.  John 14:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-7687513745858203523?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/7687513745858203523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=7687513745858203523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/7687513745858203523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/7687513745858203523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here. . .'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-7249014828254578720</id><published>2009-03-30T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:10:54.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby quotes'/><title type='text'>Babies are such a nice way to start people. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those of you who have read my blog at all know that I love a good quote.  I have always loved the one above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about how a baby can make people smile who had no intention of doing so, cause a crowd to flock around me when I am not interesting enough for that kind of attention on my own, and make people happy for a little bit while they just enjoy looking at another miracle of God and forget their own troubles for a moment or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently providing double the smiles as I cart two babies around. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more nice baby quotes I found for your reading pleasure. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are always more trouble than you thought - and more wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;-- Charles Osgood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families with babies and families without are so sorry for each other.&lt;br /&gt;-- Ed Howe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a slight thing when those so fresh from God love us.&lt;br /&gt;-- Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.&lt;br /&gt;-- Elizabeth Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer,                      bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past                      forgotten, and the future worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;                  --Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who say they sleep like a baby usually don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;-- Leo J. Burke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last quote reminded me that one of mine shall surely be up very soon, so I shall go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-7249014828254578720?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/7249014828254578720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=7249014828254578720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/7249014828254578720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/7249014828254578720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2009/03/babies-are-such-nice-way-to-start.html' title='Babies are such a nice way to start people. . .'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-4868147743064100107</id><published>2009-03-28T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:39:26.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>Birth mothers need to visit their children . . .CPS has this one right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Based on my experiences in the foster care system, I often do not agree with CPS, and how they are choosing to handle a case, but I have one to three foster children to love and care for and a social worker may have up to 60 on their case load.  And the social workers are also tied by the law, the court, the lawyer, the judge, and their supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most birth parents will tell you the system stole their child and doesn't want to give it back, they are wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many cases, DCFS is trying to give the children back to their parents, but the parents will not do one simple thing that the court wants them to do - visit their child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think they were making it too easy on these parents.  What?!  The parent uses drugs, abuses their child, neglects them for months, and finally the child is taken away in order to keep them safe and sometimes to feed them since in extreme neglect cases the children aren't being fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the judge says visit your child.  Regularly.  Now I have realized how important that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep the mother child bond if there was one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;establish a bond if there wasn't one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;show that they are responsible enough to keep a regular appointment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;show that they love their child so much that you can't stand to be away from them and they are the most important thing to you in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So now, I understand the importance of the visit.  Sure, drug test, take your parenting classes, attend AA meetings, and get a suitable place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, visit your child.  When the birth mother of my foster son can only make about half her visits, and has never been on time for the last six months, how could she have handled J's chronic ear infections resulting in two ruptured eardrums and six doctors visits in 3 weeks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, now I am rambling.  But if she wants her son, how can she not want to see him.? And believe me, she makes the choice not to come.   She doesn't call to apologize or make excuses for herself.  She just doesn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nineteen year old son went camping this weekend for the first time.  I miss him.  He is nineteen, so I won't jump in the car and track him down.  I won't call him repeatedly on his cell phone - well, I may have, but he said there is no cell service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby J's mom sometimes goes weeks without making a visit, but legally she gets until June.  No, her child wasn't "legally kidnapped" as one blog wants us to believe.  He was taken for his safety and his mom can see him if she chooses.  She can have him returned if she chooses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  is in her hands.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- HTML Markup startspan --&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial, sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-4868147743064100107?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/4868147743064100107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=4868147743064100107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/4868147743064100107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/4868147743064100107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2009/03/birth-mothers-need-to-visit-their.html' title='Birth mothers need to visit their children . . .CPS has this one right!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-3156425460782246351</id><published>2009-01-29T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:28:20.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>Are You My Mother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When my son Brandon was a toddler, he had a favorite book for a while.  It was the Dr. Suess classic, "Are You My Mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted me to read it over and over again.  I got so sick of it that one afternoon I "misplaced" the book in the closet.  It was put right next to the popcorn vacuum like toy that his grandma gave him. (those things are so loud! with three kids 3 and under I could only take so much noise. . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Boy D, the newest edition to our family, walked up to me the other day and calmly asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you my mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and replied, "Yes, when you live with me I am your mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a little smile and he walked away so I guess I said the right thing this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he still feels more comfortable calling me Susan with a drawn out "A", from a bit of a Filipino accent acquired from his last foster mom, but he knows who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For where your treasure is,&lt;br /&gt;there will be your heart also.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Luke 12:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-3156425460782246351?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3156425460782246351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=3156425460782246351&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3156425460782246351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3156425460782246351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-my-mother.html' title='Are You My Mother?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-1835018678971713211</id><published>2009-01-15T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:54:37.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyler Perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet the Browns'/><title type='text'>Tyler Perry's Meet the Browns TV Show</title><content type='html'>Whether you are a fan of Tyler Perry Movies or not, his new show is something you might want to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the Brown's is a new show airing on TBS, the network that air's Tyler Perry's House of Payne.  I have to admit that I have never seen house of Payne, but my girls think it is hysterical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like some of Tyler Perry's movies.  They are not Christian movies, but do have Christian characters who are unashamed of their faith.  They aren't perfect, but neither am I! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to Meet the Browns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is based on one of the characters from the movie.  Mr. Brown owns a house he inherited.  He starts a home for seniors, thinking that's what his father would have wanted.  Then there's the handyman and the celebrity doing her community service for a DUI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then - yes, there's more! - a friend who is a social worker is looking for a home for two children whose mother is in prison.  The Brown's are a respite home, so they end up taking the kids in and the social worker drops by now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides loving the fact that there is a show featuring a family doing foster care, the show was really really funny.   We were laughing out loud! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.  If you missed it so far, I noticed you can catch up on episodes online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go: &lt;a href="http://www.tbs.com/shows/meetthebrowns/"&gt; http://www.tbs.com/shows/meetthebrowns/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-1835018678971713211?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1835018678971713211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=1835018678971713211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/1835018678971713211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/1835018678971713211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2009/01/tyler-perrys-meet-browns-tv-show.html' title='Tyler Perry&apos;s Meet the Browns TV Show'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-2528585471905694320</id><published>2008-12-08T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:45:00.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urgent care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby J'/><title type='text'>Why Do They Call it Urgent Care?</title><content type='html'>Two things about my last post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake and Josh are definitely funnier when it is not a holiday.  Brooke and I have started to watch the movie and I fell asleep. :-)  Well, I can't blame it all on Drake and Josh; I have only had about 8 hours of sleep the last few days - combined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby J got even sicker.  Saturday I could not keep his fever down so the rest of the family went to celebrate my father-in-law's 85th birthday, and Baby J and I stayed home.  (shucks .  .  .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plans.  While Baby J slept I was going to clean.  He didn't sleep, nor did I clean.  After a 103.8 reading 2 hours after Tylenol, I decided to hit the Urgent Care.  By the time they saw Baby J  his fever was 105!  Then the nurses could understand why he was screaming so obnoxiously in the waiting room for the past hour!  I wanted to go let the other people know why he was being so loud and annoying, but I really didn't care what they thought at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they gave him a big dose of Tylenol and made us go wait another half hour in the waiting room.  Then they call your name, but alas, it is a trick!  They call just to put you in a room to wait again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after all was said and done, Baby J's fever dropped to an acceptable 101.9 and he was diagnosed with a double ear infection.  I have always been a little suspect that some doctors find an ear infection for a child who seems really sick, but just has a cold.  But I saw the ears - they weren't pretty.  Not sure what they should look like in there, but what I saw wasn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby J is still really sick, and I need to hit the hay.  He should be waking up very soon. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan, who will sleep next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;A morning without coffee is like sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-2528585471905694320?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/2528585471905694320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=2528585471905694320&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/2528585471905694320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/2528585471905694320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-do-they-call-it-urgent-care.html' title='Why Do They Call it Urgent Care?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-7686897546572884381</id><published>2008-12-05T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:04:34.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care movie'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, Drake and Josh!</title><content type='html'>According to Hollywood, a foster home is a horrible place, where you will likely be abused by your horrible foster parents. The teen always is running away from an abusive foster home, the girl is being abused by the foster family's teenage son, and the rest of the children are found starving in the foster family's hall closet. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How refreshing it is to see a show portray a foster family in a positive light!  Now I realize you may not normally watch "Drake and Josh," the hit Nickelodeon show.  You actually should sometime; it's quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I admit I haven't watched the whole movie yet&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I have been trying to get things done while baby J is sleeping for a bit.  (he is really sick and I don't expect him to stay asleep for long)  I did wander by the tv a few times though and caught the fact that this holiday movie has a foster family and a little girl in foster care as a main part of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter taped it so I will watch it soon.  I am sure you will be able to catch the rerun on Nick and if you don't get cable, get a friend to tape if for you.  It is called, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas Drake and Josh&lt;/span&gt;.  A sweet, silly family movie that has a positive foster family portrayal is something to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan, dropping by after a terribly long blogging dry spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A society grows great when old men plant trees&lt;br /&gt;whose shade they know they will never sit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Greek Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-7686897546572884381?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/7686897546572884381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=7686897546572884381&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/7686897546572884381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/7686897546572884381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-drake-and-josh.html' title='Merry Christmas, Drake and Josh!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-2017909471535163873</id><published>2008-10-10T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:42:49.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LFB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visits'/><title type='text'>Little French Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In case you were wondering what is up with LFB, I thought I would give you a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, she is still here.  I think I mentioned she was going to an Aunt and Uncle.  We were patiently waiting for them to get their house to pass inspection - all there background checks had come through already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love LFB and she is clearly very attached to us also.  But we are trying to keep it in our minds this whole time that she is going to family, blah, blah, blah, and be happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward two months, and the Aunt and Uncle have given up their quest.  They never seemed super committed to her, but they said they were going to take her and adopt if the mom's rights are terminated -  to keep LFB in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I really can't divulge personal info on them, but they refused to do something and that is making them seem like they are hiding something.  They actually are refusing on principle they say - in other words, pride.  Whatever their reason, we are shocked!  How could they give up?  We love LFB and would love to keep her, but to think they could have here and will not is just hard to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we wait.  Normally, LFB would just stay here.  But, bio mom was moved to rehab 90 minutes away.  This is not her first rodeo.  Normally the court would move LFB closer.  Her social worker wants to keep her here since she is already attached to us.  What a thought:  Let's do what is best for the child.  Then there are the visits the mom will get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we drive to Long Beach every week?  More than once?  Can I keep it a secret from my husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; change the way you think about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mary Engelbreit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-2017909471535163873?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/2017909471535163873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=2017909471535163873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/2017909471535163873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/2017909471535163873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-french-baby.html' title='Little French Baby'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-3289509957823824155</id><published>2008-09-24T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:09:22.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunification'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>The Best Panda Ever!</title><content type='html'>Today (actually two weeks ago when I first saved this) the girls and I went to Panda Express to pick up a quick dinner.  Neil and Brandon went to meet my mother-in-law and boyfriend Frank for Dinner.  We didn't go for three reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The restaurant is not really baby friendly (not many are :-) and it sounded like a nightmare to take two of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brooke is severely lactose intolerant and after looking up the ingredients and menu on the web, it would have hard to find something to eat.  Their BBQ sauce had milk in it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And lastly, we didn't want to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So we are driving to Panda and the girls are hoping Jenny will be there.  She is a bio mom of a previous foster baby and she has been promising to show us pictures of her daughter who we haven't seen in over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was better than pictures.  We got to see the baby!!!  Mom's boyfriend came in with her.  I saw them sitting at a table and knew it was her.  She was so cute and happy and sweet and smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that it is hard to admit it, but the mom and baby girl S are doing well.  They really love each other.  Baby S was as excited to see  her mommy as my kids ever were to see me.  It was really a hard case to feel good about reunification.  Mom had lost four other kids for unmentionable reasons.   The children's father is still in prison.  There were also drugs involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want baby S to go back to her. But since I am not in charge, she did and they are doing well.   Mom is working two jobs.  Maybe her extreme loss has caused extreme changes in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a case where I would have never trusted this woman to change, but she did, so I am happy.  I will smile when I see her and mean it.  In this dark and dismal foster care system it is nice to see a positive result for a change, from what was probably a judge's mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I won't expect it too often, but it sure is nice when they surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Most people struggle with life balance simply because they haven't paid the  price&lt;br /&gt;to decide what is really important to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stephen Covey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-3289509957823824155?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3289509957823824155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=3289509957823824155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3289509957823824155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3289509957823824155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-panda-ever.html' title='The Best Panda Ever!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-3280193398946819878</id><published>2008-09-22T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:03:19.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catching up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunification'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>Another post. . .</title><content type='html'>My title is what it is for my few readers.  This is just another post for me to do while I contemplate whether or not I should continue blogging.  I really think I should spend the time writing letters to friends that I have been neglecting, but this is easier. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, here's what's going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little French Baby was going, but now is staying a bit more.  There was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unforeseeable&lt;/span&gt; problem with the Aunt and Uncle.  They will probably get it cleared up in 6 weeks or so, but for now little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frenchy&lt;/span&gt; will stay.   We are happy, but I did want her to get going if she's going.  Why spend any more time attaching to us.  I'm already attached, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing baby boy J is still here and we are praying it is forever.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Frenchy&lt;/span&gt; has a responsible family member to take her.  Baby J does not.  He needs us - and we need him.  The county worker will probably try reunification, since we are told that is always the goal.  It is funny that the goal is never to do what is best for the child.  Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college boy Brandon -  It is going well for him, and brings back memories. . . It is 11:30 pm and he is studying for his test tomorrow.  Time management is on the agenda for next week.  We didn't have time to work on time management this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three kids are going to be leaders in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AWANAS&lt;/span&gt; at our church.  The girls have before, but this will be Brandon's first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in AWANAS&lt;/span&gt;.  He went in saying he would only be a helper, and came out a leader.  It was scary.  I don't think he knew what hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an extra dog while Neil's mom travels with her boyfriend.  I feel a little silly calling a 75 year man a "boyfriend," but it would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; to the kids if I didn't.  Hey, we calls it as we sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little D is coming over in two days and the excitement builds.  If she only knew how much we loved her she might use it against us.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better run.  Yes, it is almost 12:00 am and I am no where near ready to call it a night.  So what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is not enough to be busy; so are the ants.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The question is: what are we busy about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-3280193398946819878?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3280193398946819878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=3280193398946819878&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3280193398946819878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3280193398946819878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-post.html' title='Another post. . .'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-2760684428873565675</id><published>2008-09-05T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:40:32.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby J'/><title type='text'>"I got you back"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The title of this post comes from one of my favorite movies, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/span&gt;.  (in the Continuing Story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne is holding up a little baby boy that she had loved and cared for and he then was somewhere else for a while in the hands of another.  Anne then is able to find him again and she is able to keep him and raise him as her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie immediately came to my mind last week when little baby J was returned to me.  I won't go into too many gory details, but we have always missed him and it was hard knowing he was in foster care, but not in our home.  Well, on Tuesday I had little Frenchie at a doctor visit (sorry I haven't posted on her - an adorable tiny French baby that will be going to live with her aunt as soon as her home is approved.  We are happy she can be with family and will miss her. The baby is cute and she knows it. Nuff said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're at the doctors and I am called and asked if I can take baby J again.  I was overjoyed.  I never would have said no for his sake either, since I hate to hear of kids moving to new homes.  It can really cause severe attachment problems for their whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the sweetest baby ever, so affectionate and cuddly, and quite the opposite of adorable French baby!  We are happy he's back and he is happy to be here.  We haven't heard much on his case, other than his mom isn't doing great, but she is still making visits.  J has a vision problem and is still being evaluated to see how serious it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update again, but I was waiting for someone to finish something and the kids always say I should post again, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long baby J will be here, but I will always smile and think. . ."I got you back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;"A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller,&lt;br /&gt;home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-2760684428873565675?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/2760684428873565675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=2760684428873565675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/2760684428873565675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/2760684428873565675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-you-back.html' title='&quot;I got you back&quot;'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-5820738905510666022</id><published>2008-08-13T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:12:01.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recertification'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster license'/><title type='text'>Recertification Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/34/68582577_04dbb23b66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/34/68582577_04dbb23b66.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year I so lucked out.  The normal inspector just quit after taking a vacation and then a medical leave, which was followed by a personal problems leave, which segued into blank stares and vague excuses why she was no longer with our agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office manager, newly promoted after everyone moved up the ladder rung left by the first director did our inspection.  She sat at my kitchen table for much of it asking me where things were and how things are done.  And apologizing for being disorganized.  I assured her it was okay.  I told nothing but the truth, but I didn't invite her to check things I thought she may have missed; that was her job and she was definitely stressed out and did not need more to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be tough.  I can feel it.  Plus, we haven't had kids for a while so we are soft - as I sit looking at the Advil bottle and other meds on the counter, the wire and computer stuff sitting on the unused high chair tray, and the piles of "stuff" everywhere that will have to find its home before a week from Wednesday.  Neil also has three mixers in the driveway and a work bench piled high with dangerous chemicals that toddlers like to drink for snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the brick pile and posts that sit on the side of the driveway.  The side that Neil backed his truck into last month.  (so glad that wasn't me! I'm am so sure there wouldn't have been as much laughter. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you get the picture.  Things are bad here and we needed a reason to clean up.  So basically recertification is a blessing in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessed are all who take refuge in him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Psalms 2:12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-5820738905510666022?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5820738905510666022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=5820738905510666022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5820738905510666022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5820738905510666022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/08/recertification-blues.html' title='Recertification Blues'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/34/68582577_04dbb23b66_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-5663124436951979421</id><published>2008-08-12T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:24:10.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoptive Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster Parents'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Swings Hanging From Every Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://members.aol.com/vsualmpact/ll/SwingsHangingFromEveryTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://members.aol.com/vsualmpact/ll/SwingsHangingFromEveryTree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Swings Hanging From Every Tree - Daily Inspirations For Foster &amp;amp; Adoptive Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really a great book for those who have been there.  The stories are touching, sad, funny, and everything in between.  These are their stories, but they are ours also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have done foster care you will read stories that you could have written yourself and recognize your former children among these pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is set up as daily devotions for foster &amp;amp; adoptive parents so they are a quick read.  Read it daily, or read them when you can, but do read the stories.  They will touch you and inspire you to keep going when the going gets tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really enjoyed many, but not all, of the quotes throughout the book.  If you have read my blog before, you know I'm a sucker for a good quote. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: You may even cry while reading the book, but it will be a good cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you know a foster mom who needs a little something to remind her how important she is, this book would make a wonderful gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sit loosely in the saddle of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;from the book :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-5663124436951979421?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5663124436951979421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=5663124436951979421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5663124436951979421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5663124436951979421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/08/book-review-swings-hanging-from-every.html' title='Book Review: Swings Hanging From Every Tree'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-1535916718524469386</id><published>2008-08-11T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:51:26.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><title type='text'>What ever happened to N?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Loss is a sad part of life in the foster care system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;children lose their families&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;parents lose their children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and foster families lose multiple children they have come to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, what about N?  We truthfully never expected her to be a "loss" for us.  We didn't want to take her in the first place, weren't supposed to have her more than a few days, and she ended up staying for over two months.  We all fell in love, but were prepared for her going.  It was a good thing; an aunt in TN was adopting her and we were all thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met the aunt, talked with her several times, had her over at our house when she came to go to court, and we really advocated on her behalf so she could adopt. We also helped her to build a relationship with N for those two months.  The plan was to stay in touch.  N was really attached to us and it seemed like a positive thing for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N left in early June.  And called us almost daily for weeks.  Really.  I also talked to her Aunt on a few occasions  and we seemed to be friends.  We have a big box for N that we stuffed with a few things she left and many more things we wanted to give her: some books and movies she loved, and a new t-shirt we bought for her.  We called for the address and they have never called us again.  N would not stop wanting to talk to us overnight.  She was calling us all the time with her aunt's permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?  Did N have problems attaching and the Aunt thought it best to cut all previous ties?  Why not tell me?  I don't think we will ever know.  We want to send her the box and I could call her adoption worker and drop it off to her, but part of me thinks it may be best to just forget it.  The whole situation is weird.  I know N had lied in therapy previously and caused huge problems for a previous family.  Did she say something about us because she was mad at us? I hate to not follow up to protect myself, but self preservation is a natural reaction in the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Fare thee well! and if for ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Still for ever, fare thee well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; ~Lord Byron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-1535916718524469386?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1535916718524469386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=1535916718524469386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/1535916718524469386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/1535916718524469386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-ever-happened-to-n.html' title='What ever happened to N?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-4009821326283391099</id><published>2008-08-08T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:19:22.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bio mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunification'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>D Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nmessences.com/healing_images/marguerite_daisy_b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.nmessences.com/healing_images/marguerite_daisy_b1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Staying in D's life has been such a blessing - so far - because most bio mom's do not want the foster mom around after they get their children back.  I understand why they feel that way.  Who wants a constant reminder of when you were thought to be an unfit parent?  And I wouldn't want the woman around who had raised my children.  Especially if the child stilled called the other woman mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully D's mom does not feel the same way.  She has let our family have D about every other weekend  for the past few months since the kids were returned home.  She says she has hurt D enough and doesn't want to cause her more pain by cutting off her relationship with us.  (although, the mom still professes innocence. . .) I know the mom enjoys the free babysitting, but I truthfully don't care why she let's us see D; just that she does.  D thinks we are her family and we really are.  Blood does not make a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mom looks like a hooker all of the sudden.  She had on tons of makeup last time we say her.  I mean a crazy amount, and all glossy and thick.  She is on the hunt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since leaving, D's hair has been chopped almost to the scalp by a crazy uncle who I don't trust.  But DCFS seems to be fine with him so who am I to judge??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the mom said we could have D on Thursday and on the way there she called me and said she was on the freeway on the way to Los angeles, and that she had just been picked up.  Then acted surprised that we were on our way to get D.  Why the call?  I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit worried.  And no, I don't think this mother is going to just surrender her child to me out of the goodness of her heart.  I am not naive.  Still, I will stay involved and watch out for D and all her siblings.  And if the mom ever drops the ball we will be there to pick it up.  In the mean time, we are blessed to have our D fixes when we can get them.  When foster kids leave they do take a piece of you with them forever, but D owns all our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;While we try to teach our children all about life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; Our children teach us what life is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; ~Angela Schwindt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-4009821326283391099?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/4009821326283391099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=4009821326283391099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/4009821326283391099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/4009821326283391099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/08/d-update.html' title='D Update'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-2086036272201321181</id><published>2008-08-06T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:16:45.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social workers'/><title type='text'>I'm Expecting. . .</title><content type='html'>the phone to ring very soon.  Call me crazy, but I called to put my name on "the list" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out the intake worker for our agency has left, so now we have to break in another one.  That is okay.  The last one tried to make everyone think that you were her favorite family, so she was basically always lying or manipulating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying and manipulation in the foster care system?  I know - a shocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, she is sick.  She would call you with a baby or child and act like she had done you a favor and given you something that many would kill for, but out of her love for you and only you, she has bypassed the other deserving souls on "the list" to give you this new prized possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called today and spoke to Miss A who is filling in until someone is hired, it was quite refreshing.  She sounded genuinely happy to speak to me, but did not make fake professions of love.  It was nice for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did say that "the board" was not filled, meaning there are not many homes available to take children now, so it shouldn't be long before we are called.   I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Neil and I are going in for some training, but the yearly requirements really are a post in themselves so I will leave that for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I waited patiently for the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He inclined to me and heard my cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 40:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-2086036272201321181?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/2086036272201321181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=2086036272201321181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/2086036272201321181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/2086036272201321181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-expecting.html' title='I&apos;m Expecting. . .'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-8411784102461316001</id><published>2008-08-04T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:55:17.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>#1 Worst Thing About Being a Foster Care Parent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1a/Old_Woman_who_lived_in_a_shoe-Kronheim.jpg/424px-Old_Woman_who_lived_in_a_shoe-Kronheim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1a/Old_Woman_who_lived_in_a_shoe-Kronheim.jpg/424px-Old_Woman_who_lived_in_a_shoe-Kronheim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How do I choose?  There are so many horrible things about being a foster parent. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could choose from a list of bad things about being a foster parent - the list would be long - this is my choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will fall in love with the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you may ask what is the #1 Best thing about being a foster parent??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will fall in love with the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether they leave in a month or a year, it will be one of the most painful things you ever go through. But, like childbirth, we keep doing it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  It is simple; the good outweighs the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;The fruit of the womb is a reward.&lt;br /&gt;Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,&lt;br /&gt;So are the children of one’s youth.&lt;br /&gt;Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them;&lt;br /&gt;They shall not be ashamed,&lt;br /&gt;But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 127: 3-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-8411784102461316001?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/8411784102461316001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=8411784102461316001&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/8411784102461316001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/8411784102461316001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-worst-thing-about-being-foster-care_04.html' title='#1 Worst Thing About Being a Foster Care Parent'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-8705880230276446970</id><published>2008-08-01T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:57:18.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>We Miss Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://susuangels.com/library/ILoveNewYorkiesbyGregOlsen121-125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://susuangels.com/library/ILoveNewYorkiesbyGregOlsen121-125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girls have convinced me it is time to open our home for foster children again.  Time to open our hearts to a child who will need love more than a place to sleep, food to eat, and clean clothes to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brianna and Brooke talk about it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in a store the other day and looking at some item, and I claimed we didn't have anyone in our house that needed it.  Brianna says we need to call up and get us a baby.  I said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I laughed to myself.  What a funny conversation if someone were to overhear us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a funny story from a foster mom talking about her young daughter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;". . .I asked the typical 'do you know where babies come from' question.  Without hesitation she replied, 'Of course I do Mom.  You just call the case worker!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many families, she is exactly right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt; Families with babies and families without babies are sorry for each other.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;~Ed Howe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-8705880230276446970?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/8705880230276446970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=8705880230276446970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/8705880230276446970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/8705880230276446970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/08/call-up-and-get-us-baby.html' title='We Miss Babies'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-3142539217822174367</id><published>2008-08-01T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T02:47:41.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Catching Up. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have had much going on here: Many things and people to pray for and thank God for.  I realize that I post on really personal stuff about babies who come and go, but not my family.  So for a change, here is what is up with us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job didn't work out in Vegas, but Neil did get a better job here at home the day he returned. Thanking God He had plans we were unaware of.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While in Vegas we were able to see Grandpa, maybe for the last time.  He isn't "our grandpa" although it feels like he is.  In his 90s and dying, Grandpa still made you feel loved and special when you visit him.  We will miss him and are praying for his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good friend's dad died this last week.  He was young and it was somewhat unexpected.  Although I didn't know him, I love my friend who lost her daddy so I still cried.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom had a hip replacement while we were in Vegas.  She looked great two days after surgery and I am praying she will get some quality of life back.  We saw my dad and that is always fun.  We get our sick warped humor from him. :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are trying to save our house since it looks like we are staying.  Praying our loan company may renegotiate with us.  It is a long shot, but worth the try.  Moving would not be fun.  Have you seen our house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brandon got his driver's license last week!  You can't keep them babies forever.  Now to find him a car that is cheap, reliable, gets good gas mileage, and fits a 6'5" baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, that is what is up with us.   Oh, I'm sure there is a bit more, but Ill save it for another day. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give thanks to the Lord for He is good; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;His love endures forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 107:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-3142539217822174367?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3142539217822174367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=3142539217822174367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3142539217822174367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3142539217822174367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up. . .'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-2672155826301025851</id><published>2008-07-31T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:52:12.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>Three Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://orly.avidor.org/img/paintings/Paintings.3_babies_1.b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://orly.avidor.org/img/paintings/Paintings.3_babies_1.b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three babies at once are not in my future.  I am fine with it.  Shocking, I know.  I guess when you know it isn't even something that you feel the Lord would encourage you to do at this point in your life, it is okay to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it probably never would have happened anyway, which certainly makes it easier.  I spoke to the social worker involved, and though he was excited to have us as a "contingency plan," it didn't sound like it was more than a 50/50 chance.  There is a grandma who wants them and I think if she is capable of taking care of them and wants them she should have them.  She may or may not get them, but I certainly am not going to get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny because she is definitely not the blood grandma of one of the boys - mother is white, and her son is white, baby boy is half black - she is claiming him and pretends not to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The county worker would have moved the boys and new baby due soon to my house, the contingency placement (in other words - back up plan in case their plan falls through).   Most likely a heartache.  I talked to Neil about it, and for various good reasons, he said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is weird how sometimes you think you want something, and then when you don't get it you realize that was the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"When we lose one blessing,&lt;br /&gt;another one is often most unexpectedly given in its place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-2672155826301025851?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/2672155826301025851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=2672155826301025851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/2672155826301025851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/2672155826301025851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-babies.html' title='Three Babies'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-7366628843597397407</id><published>2008-07-02T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:11:20.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspections'/><title type='text'>Cleanliness is next to . . . Foster Care?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.personaltouchpensacola.com/bucket_cleaner_compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.personaltouchpensacola.com/bucket_cleaner_compressed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have fallen into a pattern at my house.  Things get a little out of hand, and then the social worker comes for her visit and inspection and we clean like crazy, put things away, and transform the whole house in the two hours before she arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we have no foster children you can imagine we let things go a bit.  I am not talking disgusting or anything, but well lived in chaos is not an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I like it better when we are forced to make an impression.  A clean and orderly house is nice if you can get it.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I conquered the garage.  Brianna helped a bit, but then moved inside where it was safer.  I only had one almost catastrophe.  Since Neil doesn't read my blog I can tell you.  He brings in this little wood thingy and mentions that it goes to his Chinese Junk ship that his grandma gave him when he was a little boy.  He wanted to know if I knew where it was.  After 45 years he had a hankering to put it together. (I guess there is hope for the new drapery rod in our bedroom?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  I had seen it.  I thought to myself, "this looks like junk," not knowing that it was actually called a "Chinese Junk" and I threw it in the black garbage bag when Neil wasn't looking.  I retrieved it promptly.  Don't tell on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think the garage toxins being locked up will make me a better foster parent or my house any safer, but it is a little easier to get around in the garage.  If you need an excuse to clean up your garage after 20 years, and be a blessing to a child in need at the same time, become a foster parent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Create in me a clean heart, O God;&lt;br /&gt;and renew a right spirit within me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Psalm 51:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-7366628843597397407?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/7366628843597397407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=7366628843597397407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/7366628843597397407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/7366628843597397407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/07/cleanliness-is-next-to-foster-care.html' title='Cleanliness is next to . . . Foster Care?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-4917793887024159866</id><published>2008-07-01T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:09:17.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Absense Makes the Heart Grow Fonder. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/luvstrawberry_11/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/luvstrawberry_11/heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least in the case of the baby boys it does.  We only had them for 3 days, and they have been gone over one week.  Still, we miss them, and knowing the possibility of their return - has made us miss them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because now we have thought of what "could be" and we have pictured them in our lives, and seen them in our house.  So each passing day is a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An answer is all I want now.  I don't want to see them in my life if it isn't going to happen.  Foster Care Adoption is different for most people than going out and searching for a child to adopt.  It is different than looking for a child who you want to add to your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In foster care, the child comes looking for you.  And when they do you want to say, "yeah, you found me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Adoption is not about finding children for families,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about finding families for children."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Maguire Pavao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" class="sqq" &gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/adoption_is_not_about_finding_children_for/182303.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-4917793887024159866?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/4917793887024159866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=4917793887024159866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/4917793887024159866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/4917793887024159866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/07/absense-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absense Makes the Heart Grow Fonder. . .'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-8357309967672201605</id><published>2008-07-01T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:15:05.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster adopt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibling group adoption'/><title type='text'>Vegas is too hot for babies. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photo.net/photo/pcd2898/paris-las-vegas-14.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photo.net/photo/pcd2898/paris-las-vegas-14.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did talk to the current foster mom today and it was a little strange.  She is a nice Christian lady and I do respect her and her husband, but they are a bit different. . .  They are another culture and some of it is due to that.  They are also a generation older than I am so that may account for some of our differences of opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me to forget about them until I went to Vegas at the end of July for my mom's surgery. She doesn't think they should have to go to respite while I am gone so they should just stay with her.  (This is the same women who had me watch the boys while she went to Vegas and asked me to watch them in August when she goes on another vacation!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned I could take them with me and she thought that sounded way too hard, even though I usually take my foster children with us wherever we go - they are part of our family for as long as the Lord has them with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said Vegas is too hot now.  Well, it is too hot now!  But we lived there for 8 years and we didn't ship the children off for winters up North!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her and her husband don't want to adopt them.  They are in their early 60s. They just want to keep them in foster care it seems.  She wants the newborn since they are very easy for her she says.  "They don't go anywhere," she explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also spoke to me about discipline issues. (she is afraid we may have spoiled the boys in the three days they were here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. S also complained that the 22 month old will not watch TV.  My very normal average children  did not watch any TV at that age.  I mentioned this.  She didn't hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she wants them, but she doesn't want me to have them either.  I was told that there are not families lining up to take siblings of mixed races, and especially 3 under 2.  So let's give them a chance please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the grandma is in the picture and may want them so I won't hold my breathe at this point, but I will definitely throw my hat in the ring since the Lord has put them in my heart.  I will at the least be praying for the "three babies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Women should not have children after 35.&lt;br /&gt;Really...35 children are enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 4px; margin-right: 4px; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-8357309967672201605?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/8357309967672201605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=8357309967672201605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/8357309967672201605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/8357309967672201605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/07/vegas-is-too-hot-for-babies.html' title='Vegas is too hot for babies. . .'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-5587577015124526809</id><published>2008-06-30T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:13:25.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibling group adoption'/><title type='text'>Three Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.walmart.com/i/p/00/09/00/14/00/0009001400674_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i.walmart.com/i/p/00/09/00/14/00/0009001400674_215X215.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, here we are again, waiting for a social worker to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make the phone call like you knew I would.  My social worker laughed at me.  Thought it was hysterical that we "fell" so quickly for the boys.  Then she told me that she just found out there was a new sibling due in the next two months and she was sure I could get out of that one if I tried, and convince the county to just give me the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!  "Get out of that one!" Is she nuts?  I told her no, I want the new baby too.  There was a pause and some more nervous laughter.  She is starting to get it.  She doesn't have children yet and can't imagine why I would agree to take three when I already have three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds a little crazy, true.  But I am not as young as I used to be.  Who is?  I don't have time to collect three siblings one at a time like I did the first time around.  I have go to speed things up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know much yet.  The boy's social worker is supposed to call this week.  We feel unsure still and are so nervous that our hearts will be broken after we got our hopes up.  I was told by the our social worker that she thought it was a done deal; the county worker was so thrilled to hear of a family who may take three siblings at one that he could hardly contain himself.  And it wouldn't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at once&lt;/span&gt;.  The new baby isn't due until August.  Please pray for the baby's safety and the mother's.  She is apparently on the streets and it sounds like there is probably no prenatal care happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update as soon as I hear something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to talk about it sometimes, for fear this will all go away - but luckily I don't have that kind of power. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-28243" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 12:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-5587577015124526809?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5587577015124526809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=5587577015124526809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5587577015124526809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5587577015124526809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/06/three-babies.html' title='Three Babies'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-7389203558534738692</id><published>2008-06-23T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:28:08.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster adopt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>We're Back. . .!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://66.77.149.134/images/mmp/nebulizer/nebulizer-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://66.77.149.134/images/mmp/nebulizer/nebulizer-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, it wasn't much of a break, but it was nice none the less. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't completely back, but we did venture back in the shallow end with a respite this weekend. Truthfully, in retrospect, my family is not the best one to do respite, since we tend to fall in love with all the children within two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been over to Brooke or Brianna's blog yet, but I could probably save us all some time and tell you to go hear about our weekend on their page!  But, I guess I shall give you a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked about a respite situation (a foster family needing babysitting overnight or more) and decided to help.  It was a 10 month old (he is 11 months we found out when searching for a birth date on this very big 10 month old :-) who has asthma.  Apparently, there are not a lot of homes available that have space to watch a baby that also can or will watch a child with asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of my kids have asthma, and started as babies - so this situation didn't phase me.  I also have asthma.  The crazy part of the whole thing was the nurse involved.  Yes, doing her job - but still. . . She wanted me to come in for a training session on how to give a nebulizer treatment and notice signs of respiratory distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to the social worker that I was experienced. . .blah, blah, blah, and that is why I volunteered.  I also "legally" can do the repsite, since I have taken special medical needs training.  The SW said I still had to go - that the nurse insisted to cover their "tushes." (not the word she used, but the one I grew up using. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come the time for training, maybe the nurse was busy because she ended up talking to me on the phone for 5 minutes and calling it good.  That was fine with me.  Hey, I will admit if I was over my head, but this was my area of expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enough about me - you wanted to hear about the boys!  They were very sweet babies and we all miss them, of course.  After a year and a half of foster care, they were the best sleepers I have ever taken care of.  Two naps a day, and sleeping through the night!  For that reason alone I am considering adoption, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, they are apparently, possibly, with all probability (you like that) going to be available for adoption.  Along with a sibling due in August.  It isn't for sure.  There is a grandma who sounds very iffy at best, but the county often gives children to blood relative as long as they are breathing.  Sad, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they were in my home as foster kids there would be no hesitation in saying we would adopt.  Because we would be in love.  After three days, I love them, but I am not in love enough to say I will adopt three at once.  At once!  Hey, I have done three children before, but they didn't all come at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have them moved here so we could fall in love, that would be my choice, but I don't see them moving them just because I would like to get to know them better.  It makes sense, but the county doesn't do things that make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother has a very serious case of bi-polar so the foster parents advised about that mentioning it is hereditary.  I can't say that would stop me as it is very treatable usually, not always passed down, and we don't get to choose with our own biological children so I can't see "turning down" a child because of this.  I know many others would disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think this isn't the right time for us.  But we will wait on the Lord and His timing.  I have already been heartbroken thinking I knew best the child I was supposed to adopt.  I have also become okay with not adopting at all.  Okay is a strong word here.  "Accepting of the fact," is more truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I have to pray about them.  I was going to leave it at that, but knowing me, I have a feeling that I will probably call the social worker to ask for more info.  Oh, if you are reading this you can go ahead and say "what?!"  I have heard it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that if this looks like it will work out, it won't, so I am probably safe. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="740571619-08042000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do not be afraid, little       flock, for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="740571619-08042000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="740571619-08042000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Luke 12:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-7389203558534738692?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/7389203558534738692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=7389203558534738692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/7389203558534738692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/7389203558534738692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back. . .!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-8427191903046890322</id><published>2008-06-12T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:29:31.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care break'/><title type='text'>Foster Care Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mazarronproperties.com/Beach_chairs_ocean_vacation_goodlife_freewallpaper_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.mazarronproperties.com/Beach_chairs_ocean_vacation_goodlife_freewallpaper_800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello to my readers.  Wanted to let you know that my family needs to take a break from foster care for a bit.  We have a lot going on right now and can't devote ourselves to the children.  It is sad and quiet around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are new here, read the archived posts before you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ny'Asia, our seven year old, was adopted by her Aunt in Tennessee and we are still in touch every few days. ;-)  We are so happy for her to have a wonderful family to go home with.  Most foster kids are not so blessed.  Her Aunt is very nice and we also talk with her for updates on Ny'Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our baby J is in a new home and doing great.  It was hard to say goodbye, but he was so lovable and cute we knew he would be wanted by many families.  I spoke to his social worker today and he is doing well.  We had him in respite care while we went to Vegas to see family, and he has stayed.  We have the option of getting him back and boy it was hard to say no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D, our first foster baby to join our family, will be in our hearts forever and hopefully our lives.  As of now, we still see her about every other weekend.  It is hard because we love her and miss her so much, but I can't complain (much) since most foster families do not get to stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be doing foster care in the near future and if I am you will read about it right here! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye for now,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-8427191903046890322?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/8427191903046890322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=8427191903046890322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/8427191903046890322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/8427191903046890322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/06/foster-care-break.html' title='Foster Care Break'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-183799315802029609</id><published>2008-05-06T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:12:12.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Hours in a Row!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kidzworld.com/img/upload/article/21854/a3917i0_sleeping-baby185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.kidzworld.com/img/upload/article/21854/a3917i0_sleeping-baby185.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I really did get four hours of sleep - all in a row last night!  Baby J has not been a good sleeper from day two.  Day one, he fooled me, slept all night, never to accomplish this task again.  It must have been the trauma of leaving his mom, the strange family (us ;-) or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; night in his comfy new crib.  For whatever reason, he slept until morning and I thought I had hit the foster care jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby who sleeps through the night is a thing of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two:  J settles in and reveals his true colors.  He is a horrible sleeper and proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I have been delirious for the past three weeks.  Oh, other family members try to be supportive, but how can they?  They have never gone through mommy 101, so they do not have the natural inclination to arise from slumber when a baby whimpers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon will stay up until all hours of the night with me if a baby will not go to sleep, but if a baby wakes up at 2:00 am it is really useless to wake him as he probably just fell asleep himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brianna, bless her heart, is just not a night person.  The other children and I have had to come to terms with this.  Somehow she did not get the night owl gene.  When her clock shuts down for the night it is over.  Now, she is the first one to rise in the morning and always has been, so what she lacks at midnight she makes up for at 7:00 a.m morning feedings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke has a heart of gold and good intentions.  She will even plan our middle of the night sessions with the crying baby of the month.  Pick a movie or two ahead of time and insist I wake her up when the little tyke starts to cry.  Well, good intentions are just that sometimes.  She really is a trooper if I have the energy to drag her out of bed, but a quick tap or jarring nudge will usually just cause her to pull the covers up tight as she rolls on over.  The first few nights she will jump at the call, but when her sleep meter gets low and she is not functioning on her full beauty rest, it is hard to convince her to get out of bed for another round of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I owe this night of a little over four hours of uninterrupted slumber?  I would love to tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How long will you lie there, you sluggard?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When will you get up from your sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proverbs 6:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-183799315802029609?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/183799315802029609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=183799315802029609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/183799315802029609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/183799315802029609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/05/four-hours-in-row.html' title='Four Hours in a Row!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-6362518678270583724</id><published>2008-05-03T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:53:12.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunification'/><title type='text'>Something Positive Out of the Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sure you have all either experienced it yourself or at least been close to someone who has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you are going through a horrible trial and the pain is so great you want out.  Sometimes, someone, a well meaning friend or family member, says those words that don't help at the time, but they are mean to comfort you.  They will tell you that someday you will be able to help someone else because of the trial you are going through now.  The experience can somehow be positive because you will use it to ease someone else's pain and suffering. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, N, our seven year old foster daughter asked to call her mom.  She meant her previous foster mom.  She has been moved from her home and is missing her and her two "foster sisters" she lived with.  She was not told why by any therapist and so she has not been able to heal or have any type of closure about the move.   I decided enough was enough.  She needed to be told something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did explain things a bit more than anyone else did.  It really helped her to understand that it was out of love that her foster mom tried to sabotage her adoption by her aunt.  Her foster mom loved her and wanted to keep her.  But it was wrong and now she can't have any contact with N because of it.  (it is a long story!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also able to explain things using the comparison of me and D, our foster daughter who was returned home to her mom while we were in the midst of adopting her.  She lived with us for one year.  N met D last weekend when she came for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to N that I loved D like her foster mom loved her.  I loved D so much that I wanted to keep her and adopt her.  But the judge at court decided she would go home to her mom.  Even though I disagreed, I had to do what the court said to do.  support the decision and return D to her mother.  Since I did not try to sabotage the plan or get in the way, or cause problems for the mom,  I now have been so blessed to have D remain in our lives.  She is now with her mom and family, but comes to visit every week or two.  N saw how much D loved us and how much we love her, but that it is also good that D is with family now.  We didn't try to keep her so we can still see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N was able to understand finally that her foster mom loved her so much that she did something wrong and now can't see her.  Not because she doesn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you see where I am going with this.  :-)  Our trial and pain of losing D has helped me to explain to N what happened to make her half to move and not be able to talk to her previous family.  She really was happy to finally know the truth - or as much as I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is true that God can help you use your trials to help others.  I still don't want the trials, but it is nice to have something positive to do with the pain.  The Lord does command us to encourage and lift up one another.  He even gives us the means to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-6362518678270583724?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/6362518678270583724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=6362518678270583724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/6362518678270583724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/6362518678270583724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-positive-out-of-pain.html' title='Something Positive Out of the Pain'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-3270269749438998718</id><published>2008-05-03T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:49:04.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mandatory court reporters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='false allegations'/><title type='text'>Foster Care False Allegations and Mandatory Court Reporters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nyipl.org/Images/scales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.nyipl.org/Images/scales.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was an eye opener.  I had the experience of someone allowing me to eavesdrop on/ their conversation and truthfully I kind of wish I had left to give them privacy.  I heard something that was downright frightening to think about.  If you aren't a foster parent it isn't something to worry too much about - although it could happen to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep in mind that I am changing the names to protect the innocent, but giving them names to help the flow of the story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at our foster agency picking up the baby from his visit with Best Drug Mommy.  Another foster mom was dropping off two of her little ones to visit their mom.  She asked the mom to come outside to speak with her.  My daughter and I were there so I told Donna that we would step inside.  She said no, we could stay where we were.  We stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mom of her two foster kids is a mentally ill woman and she has abused and neglected her kids because of it so her kids are in foster care.  They were taken into custody to protect them from their mother and they are in a wonderful home.  I know of the family.  They are upper middle class, middle aged, stable, loving, and do foster care because they can provide a good home for children who need it.  Most foster homes are not abusive low class families doing foster care "for the money."  Believe me, they could make more with a job at Walmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the conversation:  Foster mom Donna, a conservative Christian with a classy European accent, quickly asked me to excuse her French.   I guess she knew the conversation would be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the bio mom reported the foster mom for abusing her kids.  CPS (Child Protective Services) had showed up at her door to investigate.  It was a false report and the bio mom tried to deny it at first.  She said her therapist had reported it.  Well, her therapist has never seen the children and only was taking the moms word for it.  The mom said her daughter had a black eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter is anemic and always has dark looking circles under her eyes because of her condition.  Her son apparently had a bruise on his forehead one day that he got while playing and walked into the wall.  The bio mom knows the kids aren't abused and she is darn lucky they are in such a good home!  She is mentally ill, her children have been taken away and she is trying to cause trouble.  She is actually hurting her children.  They will now be moved from an excellent foster home and a family that they have bonded with.  People always complain about all the moves foster kids go through.  The bio mom caused this herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has also caused trouble for a caring, responsible, safe, and loving foster family.  Yes, the report will be found unwarranted, but the damage is done.  This family will have this on record and suffer through an investigation because the therapist is a mandated court reporter and he is required by law to report this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could he have called the agency, social worker involved, asked someone to check the children, or used common sense before calling in the report?  Probably.  But he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else is a mandated court reporter for expected child abuse?  All public officials, doctors, teachers, and more.  And me.  Yes, foster parents are mandated court reporters.  Would I ever call in a report because of one bruise on an otherwise happy, healthy, well cared for child?  NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people do and it is a little scary.  Will I think twice now before taking in an older child who could call in a false report themselves for attention?  Will I refuse to take a child from a mentally ill parent who has visitation rights?  Yes, to both of those.  I know there could be exceptions, but I have a family to think of.  I know things can happen anyway, but I can't knowingly and purposely put my family in harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could happen to any of us, but the fact that we are more at risk is kind of scary and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, someone has to protect the little ones.  But there is real abuse going on in the world.  Calling in a report for a little girl with a dark circle under her eye and no other cause for concern is crazy.  What's the world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 20:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-3270269749438998718?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3270269749438998718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=3270269749438998718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3270269749438998718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3270269749438998718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/05/foster-care-false-allegations-and.html' title='Foster Care False Allegations and Mandatory Court Reporters'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-8434408923402199450</id><published>2008-04-28T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:29:51.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>The Best Drug Mother in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, that is the mother of my foster son.  She is wonderful, knows everything, and could teach me a thing or two.  Her baby being detained originally was a big mistake for which the judge actually apologized to her for.  Then, she was minding her own business, bonding with her new baby son, when she had a relapse.  So the baby ended up back in foster care.  Yes, this is the second time in five months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was such a good mother that she was exclusively nursing her son - except of course when she was attending her classes required by court to get her son back.  Yes, she was nursing while doing drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best drug mommy in the world called me on the phone the weekend her son came to stay.  Good thing, since I was a bit lost.  But drug mommy to the rescue.  She told me how to burp her son.  Explained, in detail how to burp him, since apparently he didn't burp like other babies.  I was grateful for this information since the baby was getting quite grumpy after two days of not burping.  He was even starting to swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the best drug mommy also knows the best bottles for her nursing only baby.  She is also quite offended if you do not purchase those bottles.  It is not like I was stupid enough to show up at the first visit with just any ordinary bottles.  I bought the special vent things from Playtex.  Wide nipple tops for babies transitioning from nursing.  Hey, it wasn't the Platex nursers with the annoying little bags so my name is mud.  She actually came out of the visit complaining the little guy was choking from the bottle.  I so wanted to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? he never chokes at my house.  You just must not know how to feed him a bottle."  I didn't, but I thought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later I had a chance for best drug mommy to really put me in my place.  Her son came down with a case of thrush in his mouth.  Caused by an overgrowth of yeast and quite common in young babies.  But being the good foster mommy I am, I take him to the doctor for medicine.  So I told the mom on one of her many calls.  She then informed me that he had thrush once before in foster care only - never at her house.  And it is cause by dirty bottles and nipples.  I was able to casually mention that it was not caused by this and she preceded to argue.  I was able to choke out that it wasn't caused by this at my house, but I am not sure my pathetic attempt to save my hide worked.  She was sure I caused this case of thrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we have had the fun of best drug mommy resuming her nursing on her visits.  This is after two clean drug tests.  The mom has been even more humble about her mothering abilities now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I stand it and why do I allow this to continue?  Well, I am learning so much. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-8434408923402199450?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/8434408923402199450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=8434408923402199450&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/8434408923402199450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/8434408923402199450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-drug-mother-in-world.html' title='The Best Drug Mother in the World'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-5133610230570369093</id><published>2008-04-27T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:54:46.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>Not in my plan. . .</title><content type='html'>Okay, let me say to anyone out there, that I didn't plan on not writing on this blog for the last few weeks.  It just happened.  It wasn't just being busy - we all are.  It is just that I often have so much to say that I can't decide what to focus on so I don't say anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog?  She is better.  Nothing better happen to her, if you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a lot of things up in the air right now.  Real Estate is low and gas is high and we are struggling.  We can't sell our house so we must make enough money to keep it.  And spend less.  Hasn't happened lately.  Right after the dog surgery fiasco my car got sick ( not sure what was wrong, but I took Neil's word for it) and cost us almost $2,000.00.    When it rains it pours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did finally get that baby boy the girls have been wanting.  Practical me wanted another girl, because we have all the clothes.  But it all worked out.  We had to spend some, but the county worker said I will get a clothing allowance for little J.  (This is a check they send you and you just have to show receipts that you spend it on the child) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my dear friend Penny called today to say that she had baby boy clothes for us she salvaged from garage sale leftovers someone was giving away.  What a blessing!  The clothing allowance is never enough and is always too late to really help.  I was stressing about needed stuff for baby J, but the Lord provided through a friend.  I should have known.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you about N?  She is seven and so sweet.  Not in our plans at all!  We would have never said we would take her age now, but the way we were asked we ended up saying yes to a temporary situation that has turned into a bit longer than expected. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a surprise, a kink in my plans, a bit of an inconvenience (we leave for school at 7 am ;-), but so glad we said yes.  This is a good foster care story that will have a nice ending.  More on this story later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would try and get back into this.  I will be so busy this month, but can probably post more.  I work better under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-19648" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-5133610230570369093?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5133610230570369093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=5133610230570369093&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5133610230570369093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5133610230570369093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-in-my-plan.html' title='Not in my plan. . .'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-712775775486957941</id><published>2008-04-08T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:31:52.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Cat vs. Toy Poodle. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc253/Brookepix/DSC00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc253/Brookepix/DSC00095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the cat won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here past 1:00 am, not horribly unusual for me, but there was a reason tonight.  I was waiting up for the animal hospital to call about our toy poodle Chessie.  She had to have surgery tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning before Neil and Brandon left for church, Neil let the dog out to chase a cat.  He thinks this is great fun to watch.  Sadly, this cat didn't like it and turned on Chessie.  She caught the back of her leg and tore it deeply, putting a tear in her tendon.  We couldn't even tell how bad it was at first, but decided to take her to the vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like children, did the dog have to get hurt on a Sunday?!  Am I right?  I call and find out there is a vet hospital open on Sunday, but they are so backed up they are only taking life and death situations.  Today when she is seen she already had a fever of 103.4.  Thinking that was terribly high, I googled it and the normal dog temp is 101-102.  Still, it was elevated.  They said infection sets in the tendon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later I was signing the estimate for surgery.  I was guessing About $400.00, but I was wrong.  It is closer to $800.00!  But you can't put a price on a family member. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon was with me.  (Brooke is really sick with a horrible head cold and Brianna was staying with her for support and healing from getting beamed with a softball at PE today - ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and I are a little sarcastic together.  Probably not a great thing for Christians, but it is from my Jewish side of the family, LOL!  We started joking about the price of the surgery and what a doctor would say if you refused - creatively.  Imagine the following conversation. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$800.00?! Put her down!  I can buy two new poodles for that price!. . . ;-)  Hey, laughter helps and we thought this was funny.  We can redeem ourselves though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$800.00 for a dogs 15 minute surgery - crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tech calling and adding almost $40.00 for pulling two bad teeth - adding insult to injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Chessie healed and home with us - priceless. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we stole it from a credit card commercial, but how do you think I paid for the surgery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; Happiness is a warm puppy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; ~Charles M. Schulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-712775775486957941?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/712775775486957941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=712775775486957941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/712775775486957941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/712775775486957941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/04/cat-vs-toy-poodle.html' title='Cat vs. Toy Poodle. . .'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-4627009420709571247</id><published>2008-04-06T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:52:22.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foster Mom and Her Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.samanthanagy.com/blog/pix/crib3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.samanthanagy.com/blog/pix/crib3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have become quite sensitive to my phone these days.  The phone can be a messenger of blessings, or a bearer a devastating news.  To any family, but doing foster care takes this up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am acutely aware of the silence of my phone, and how long it hasn't rung.  And when it does ring, emotions are on high.  Is it a baby?  Will they actually come to live with us?  Will they stay forever?  If the caller ID says it is our agency, you could almost hear a pin drop, as the family waits to hear if they called us with a child.  And if it is a child, you will hear a squeal out of my teen girls that would make you think they just were given their first car.  Brandon, will not squeal on the outside, but I bet if you could listen on the inside you'd hear one ever so lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if I leave the house, or go to the bathroom, or heaven forbid, decide to take a shower mid day?  My girls must drill me on if I have my cell phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is it on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is it charged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is the ringer on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And will I hold it and not keep it in my purse so that I am sure to hear it ring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shower?  Leave the door open so we can bring you the phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the phone rings, if it is not about a child, there is disappointment, and then anger that we weren't called.  And if we later are called back to be told it didn't work out for some reason - which happens quite frequently - well, then, it is good you are not here to see us.  I am afraid we don't always act unselfishly.  I am trying, and trying to teach my kids at the same time.  But it is hard.  We love babies and young children and feel that the Lord has really called us into this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the orphans!  Okay, that sounded a bit silly, but we feel that way sometimes.  We have two empty cribs  now, and too many memories of D sleeping (and crying :-) in them.  We need some new memories.  We need to be busy.  Oh, we are busy people for sure, but I mean busy with something that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to go and spend some time with the kids I do have, for the Lord has blessed me beyond what any mother deserves.  I am ashamed sometimes for wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NKJV-30265" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But let patience have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; perfect work, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James 1:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-4627009420709571247?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/4627009420709571247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=4627009420709571247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/4627009420709571247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/4627009420709571247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/04/foster-mom-and-her-phone.html' title='The Foster Mom and Her Phone'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-8870642602080175316</id><published>2008-04-03T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:51:34.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care adoption'/><title type='text'>Boy, oh boy. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last two days have been a roller coaster.  We were called and asked to take a newborn baby boy and it was most likely going to adoption.  I'll cut to the chase. . .today we found out they placed him with another family because they thought we didn't have an approved home study for adoption.  It wasn't showing in the computer.  This was just a clerical error or lack of communication situation - that cost us the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, the adoption worker - assigned to us - don't know what happened to the last one - called me out of the blue today to say she had our archived study and everything was fine and she just needed to update a few things.  She thought we were still adopting D and J.  When I told her the news she was so sweet and sounded genuinely empathetic to our situation.  I really like her.  :-)   I am going to call her tomorrow and see if she can put us in the computer as an approved family or if we need to update first.  I think we were never added since we were getting a study for a specific child, not to be put on a waiting list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then an hour later we find out we lost the baby for lack of a study.  I made a call.  Explained my case (the baby is still in the hospital at this point) hoping we could get him placed with us.  One worker made some calls, but she called back to say the worker who had already done the paperwork for the other family said she wasn't doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad, and our girls are very very sad.  We are all disappointed.  I am happy for the other family and I hope they cherish him and raise him in a home where he will see people who love the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is who I want them to be: they are a nice married couple - man and wife!, who couldn't ever have children of their own and have dreamed of adopting a newborn from the county because there is no way they could ever afford international adoption and they have a heart for children in our messed up foster care system.  And they are Christians who desire to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, a person can dream can't she?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason this happened.  I am praying I grow from it and don't let it make me bitter.  I will be going to Target tomorrow to return his car seat.  We bought him a new one, even though we really can't afford it.  I have a pink one (thank you Jennifer :-), but I really couldn't bear to go pick him up in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I really didn't "cut to the chase," did I?  Brevity is not my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there will be good news soon.  My parents are both ill with mom in the hospital, my car needs major repairs, and we are almost out of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A newborn baby would have been nice. . . :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We must accept finite disappointment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but never lose infinite hope." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now abide in faith, hope and charity, these three. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-8870642602080175316?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/8870642602080175316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=8870642602080175316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/8870642602080175316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/8870642602080175316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/04/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy, oh boy. . .'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-3635076222850758369</id><published>2008-04-01T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:24:59.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunification'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>Foster Care Trials and Tribulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/HAD/4156_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/HAD/4156_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If anyone is out there and reading this blog I apologize for not posting for so long.  After losing D and J it just was really hard to talk about it or even write about it.  I mean what could I say?  D was with us for one year and really felt like she was my baby.  To her I am her mother so to me she is mine.  Now she is at her bio mom's and it feels like someone else is raising my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole trial has actually made me have a little more compassion for the mothers who lose their children to foster care.  Not all of them, but many of the moms do love their children with all their hearts, but because of addiction, lack of resources, mental illness, and the way they themselves were raised they are incapable of taking care of them.  It doesn't mean that they are not hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having D now in her mom's home has given me a small glimpse into a mom's world who has had a social worker say we are taking your children.  That is what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sadness and helplessness  is so compounded because D did not want to leave.  She was depressed and wouldn't eat or sleep for missing us.  This made us so sad.  We could handle our grief, but a baby should not feel this way.  It was the hardest thing to see.  It is good that D has now started to attach to her mom and the family.  She is happy again and she really has enough love for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to say that after some initial problems that I was too emotional to post about, D's mom has let us continue to see D.  In fact, she really has been pretty nice about it and insisted we take her, and has let us have her for weekends.  Now many of you, and my family included, may assume she is doing it to get a break from D.  This is probably true, but I won't worry about why she is doing it - just that she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I go through this again?  I will pray I never have to find out.  I know that D will probably someday, maybe at her mother's request, stop calling me mom.  That will be sad, but okay.  As long as she always calls.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those who say you can't do foster care because you couldn't stand the pain of losing the children, I say, "yes, you can."  My family put so much love into D and she blessed our lives so much that we didn't lose her - we gained her in our lives.  If one day her mom doesn't let us see her anymore (we know this could happen) I will grieve all over.  But I will also pray for her every day and for this privilege I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for my phone to ring again.  Somehow I know that having full arms will help heal our empty hearts a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be glad and rejoice in your mercy,&lt;br /&gt;for you have considered my trouble.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have known my soul in adversities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 31:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-3635076222850758369?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3635076222850758369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=3635076222850758369&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3635076222850758369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3635076222850758369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/04/foster-care-trials-and-tribulations.html' title='Foster Care Trials and Tribulations'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-6894666314656293985</id><published>2008-03-05T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:27:01.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunification'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>Favorite goodbye quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gonomad.com/armchairtravel/uploaded_images/cathat-715443.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.gonomad.com/armchairtravel/uploaded_images/cathat-715443.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I noticed I didn't leave a quote or Bible verse on my last post, and to be consistent I will do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it needed a goodbye quote and figured it would be pretty depressing finding one, but here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Don't cry because it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Smile because it happened." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love this quote, although it isn't deep enough or meaningful enough for our situation, a quote never is.  It simply is a thought that makes you think. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this trial of our girls leaving our home to return home to their bio mom, I have tried to remember that for their family this is seen as a blessing.  For D and J it may be a good thing if their mom steps up to the plate and becomes their parent.  There is a part of a child who always wants their "real" mom.  J loves us and cries to stay, but still wants to go to her "real" mom too.  She wants us both.  Sadly, Kids don't just need a mom, but need a parent (or two :-).  It may turn into a disaster and we pray D and J will not be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are hurting - bad.  But do we wish we had never taken in little D and then her sister?  Not on your life!  It is worth it all to have them for a year of time and hopefully in our lives forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The risk of a child leaving is not a good enough reason for me not to love them.  Only God knows how long we will have anyone in our lives.  He gave us a time with our girls and I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when strangers and friends say they couldn't possibly do this and how can we handle this, and all the other comments we will get for months, I could go into a big lengthy discussion - and probably will at times.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I am happy to have found this quote.  It is a simple thought and says a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1  style="margin: 0pt; font-style: italic; text-align: center; font-weight: normal;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't cry because it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Smile because it happened."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-6894666314656293985?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/6894666314656293985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=6894666314656293985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/6894666314656293985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/6894666314656293985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/03/favorite-goodbye-quote.html' title='Favorite goodbye quote'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-6341971051728028995</id><published>2008-03-04T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:35:14.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Hard to post, so I'll post poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://candacesalima.com/myPictures/poetry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://candacesalima.com/myPictures/poetry.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you want to know what is going on you may be able to read it on Brooke or Brianna's blog.  I just can't bring myself to write about what is going on.  I do write bad poetry when I am depressed so I guess I'll post my latest.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Many Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days is all that's left&lt;br /&gt;that I can call you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you'll go, and I'll be left&lt;br /&gt;with memories of another time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so forgive me if I cry a little&lt;br /&gt;and hold you for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these last few days are here&lt;br /&gt;and I can do nothing but hold you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do nothing to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;so forgive me if I give too many kisses today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-6341971051728028995?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/6341971051728028995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=6341971051728028995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/6341971051728028995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/6341971051728028995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/03/hard-to-post-so-ill-post-poetry.html' title='Hard to post, so I&apos;ll post poetry'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-5913629697759456695</id><published>2008-02-25T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:36:50.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster kids'/><title type='text'>I'll Race you to the Potty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc253/Brookepix/Potty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc253/Brookepix/Potty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Potty training has begun full force at our house - and like everything, we have to do it the hard way.  We have not one, but two little tushes vying for the royal seat.  Sometimes it can be quite cute.  One of the girls will yell "potty!" and start running, and the other one will try to cut her off at the pass.  I have even watched as one tried to rip the other off the seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they fight to go first, they still like to praise each other for a job well done.  Things can get a little hectic trying to keep the M&amp;amp;M jar filled, but it has helped to keep the interest up.  And they both pronounce M&amp;amp;Ms the same way - "num nahs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the competition help them to learn quicker, or ultimately will it prolong the process?  Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you my proudest moment came yesterday and I could tell that the youngest was really getting how important praise is for everyone - now matter how old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in the pool room (our room with a pool table) and said I'd be out in a minute and walked in the bathroom.  As I walked out the door and shut it, D looked up at me and started clapping wildly and yelling "yeah!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first standing ovation and I will always remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 4:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-5913629697759456695?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5913629697759456695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=5913629697759456695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5913629697759456695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5913629697759456695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/02/ill-race-you-to-potty.html' title='I&apos;ll Race you to the Potty!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-1867088284017317280</id><published>2008-02-15T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:52:10.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>I'd Give You the Moon. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n171/sun_star_n_moon22/Icons/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n171/sun_star_n_moon22/Icons/moon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes children ask for easy things; in fact, when they are younger it is usually the easy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have some milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I go with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a small sampling of the requests I got today from our two year old foster daughter.  We don't know how long she will be with us so we are eager to please, creating a bond with her so she will feel loved and secure while with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting their needs helps.  I got the little stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Neil came home the request was a little bigger and not so easy to fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M (who we found out is actually an "A") looked up and saw something big and bright in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked to Neil, my husband, and asked him, "what's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "It's the moon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get it!" A said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too big," A innocently asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, too big," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," she said, and ran off to play with her foster sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Set your affection on things above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not on things on the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colossians 3:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-1867088284017317280?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1867088284017317280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=1867088284017317280&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/1867088284017317280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/1867088284017317280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/02/id-give-you-moon.html' title='I&apos;d Give You the Moon. . .'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n171/sun_star_n_moon22/Icons/th_moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-3045375208622111037</id><published>2008-02-12T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:54:42.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Milk and Cheetos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc253/Brookepix/chocolate-milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc253/Brookepix/chocolate-milk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I think I may have heard it all.  I am shocked a bit, and as a foster care mom, you may think it is hard to shock me.  You hear such unbelievable stories from and about birth parents.  As one social worker told me, as she tried to defend her decision to send a child back to a parent who was seriously lacking in any skills and resources to take of a child let alone herself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we can't expect these moms to have the same parenting skills as you do, and what we may think is bad parenting may just be their parenting style"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was so shocking?  I spoke to M's mom today.  She called me on my cell.  M moved in on Friday, five days ago.  Her mom has been in a rehab center and must have just got calling privileges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M's mom seemed really sincere in our conversation and was grateful to me for taking care of her daughter.  Actually said she appreciated my family for helping her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she started to share little parenting secrets.  You know, those wee little gems that other experienced moms share at the park, and you then share with others.  Something you will pass down to friends, sisters, and eventually your own daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does M love to wake up and spend her morning?  She was about to tell me a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M loves to have chocolate milk in the morning.  She even gave me her recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buy the chocolate syrup and squeeze a ton of it in the milk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said M loves it and will "lap it up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M will sometimes take a morning nap then.  I didn't have the heart to tell her that this was a sugar induced coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now her mom dares to share her secret for a good breakfast.  You guessed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheetos.  She actually said that M's favorite breakfast is chocolate milk and cheetos.  Loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios?? I wanted to ask, but the mom was clear.  She hadn't misspoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  You may be surprised to know that I have decided not to give M chocolate milk and cheetos for breakfast.  I just can't, no matter how much she loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that wouldn't be fair to my bio kids who still eat unsweetened cereals and bread with actual wheat flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ask your child what he wants for dinner only if he's buying.&lt;br /&gt;~Fran Lebowitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-3045375208622111037?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3045375208622111037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=3045375208622111037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3045375208622111037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3045375208622111037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/02/chocolate-milk-and-cheetos.html' title='Chocolate Milk and Cheetos'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-1517942341157372407</id><published>2008-02-10T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:55:12.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>Busy with new baby. . .</title><content type='html'>I almost gave up blogging, but my dear friend Jennifer convinced me to give this another try, so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new little one, who ain't so little ;-)  We were hoping and praying for an infant, but when the phone rings it it hard to say no to someone who needs you, even if you think you need someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our foster agency called about a two year old little girl on Friday night.  I have an almost two year old now, so in hindsight, this seems a little crazy.  Wow, are we busy.  But many hands make light work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby?  Well, she is so big there will be no sharing of clothes between the girls.  She is tall and big, but still has a baby face and baby chub.  We were told M is half black and half white.  She really is 100% adorable.   One parent, probably mom, is blond.  M has got quite a head of dark blond curls.  I complain about my frizzy hair, but no more.  This is a whole new ball game!  Jennifer has experience with black hair from her two little boys so we called her for help.  My bottle of frizz eaze just isn't cutting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M came to us with the clothes on her back and socks on her feet.  Right away she was happy to go with us, but has started to ask for some relatives such as grandma and daddy.  We are sad for her.  She must be so scared, but she hides it well, blessing us with more smiles as the days go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom has court on Wednesday so I will find out then what is happening.  We are thinking that there may be a relative who comes forward to take her.  M was well taken care of (clean and well fed) so we think someone out there loves this baby.  If there is a relative, we know M may go, but she will not be as scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't want her to go, but a loving grandma may be missing her so we are trying to be prepared.  She is so big, with a huge head of blond frizz and tons of dimples when you can coax her binky out of her mouth long enough.  We can't look at her and not smile - really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really want a two year old now, but we took M because we thought she needed us.  I think we really needed her if you want to know the truth.  M may be here for a week, a year, or forever.  We don't know.  But we will always be grateful we said yes when the phone rang.  We just didn't know what God had in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When they placed you in my arms, you slipped into my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Author Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-1517942341157372407?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1517942341157372407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=1517942341157372407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/1517942341157372407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/1517942341157372407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/02/busy-with-new-baby.html' title='Busy with new baby. . .'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-6609037202320235796</id><published>2008-01-22T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:45:40.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waiting is often the hardest thing we do.  Waiting to hear "the news" can be exciting or excruciating, depending on "the news" we are waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a foster care family we are always waiting.  I hadn't thought of it until earlier today, but the continual waiting is stressful.  First we wait to finish classes, home studies, physicals, background checks, and more.  Then some families wait for children.  We already had a child in mind, so she was actually waiting in another home for us to finish all of our waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you have a child move in there are many waits:  You wait for them get used to you, feel comfortable, and to finally bond.  You may wait for them to listen and sleep through the night too!  The waiting may be different if they are a foster placement or a foster adopt placement - at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Then you love them and want them to stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a waiting foster family.  We are still waiting for our phone to ring because we are going to take a baby as soon as there is one who needs our family. We are also waiting to hear if we can adopt our two foster daughters.  This is the hardest waiting we have done.  We are praying that we can adopt them if it is God's plan.  If going home is not the best thing for them we want them to stay in our family.  We love them and can't imagine life without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now we wait.  We are waiting to hear something.  The next hearing date is March 10th.  I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They will soar on wings like eagles;&lt;br /&gt;they will run and not grow weary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;they will walk and not be faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Isaiah 40:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-6609037202320235796?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/6609037202320235796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=6609037202320235796&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/6609037202320235796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/6609037202320235796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-6193931842347133972</id><published>2008-01-21T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:05:55.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Someone. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Missing their family is probably a common feeling for almost all children in foster care.  Studies and experiences show that even abused children miss living with their family - wanting to go back to moms who may have beat them, abused them, or severely neglected them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sometimes hard for us to understand.  How can a five year old cry for a family member that neglected them so severely that they arrived in foster care malnourished with their teeth so decayed that almost all are fillings or had to be pulled?  We want to run with the child to the hills, and not even attend court required visits, feeling that the parent may not deserve to see the child.  I know that is the way I feel at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the child may feel differently.  That is the only family they have ever known.  And now they are with strangers.  No matter how much we care for them and love them, foster kids will often times want to return home.  Sometimes "the system" has to step in to protect them and they may not ever return home.  Other times the parents are sadly never able to or never want to be parents again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that if my five year old can't return to her family that she will learn to call us family.   I don't just mean call me mommy.  She does that on her own, wanting to belong and be like her sister who is a baby and has always called me mommy.   I mean think of us as family if we adopt her.  Her new family, but forever hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families are not only born.  Sometimes they are made - one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are no unwanted children, just unfound families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Adoption Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-6193931842347133972?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/6193931842347133972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=6193931842347133972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/6193931842347133972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/6193931842347133972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-someone.html' title='I Miss Someone. . .'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-4542503366249791646</id><published>2008-01-19T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:59:57.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>Our phone rang. . .another baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii58/curly_shirley/Clipart/People/Baby/BabyBuggy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii58/curly_shirley/Clipart/People/Baby/BabyBuggy.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to tell you, we were all a little disappointed about not getting the baby boy we were called about yesterday.  I told everyone we could be called again real soon, so be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about 11:oo am, I was called about a three day old baby girl in the hospital and asked if I would take her.  I said, "of course!"  My teen girls squealed in delight and actually jumped up and down - I kid you not.  The placement worker did mention she was African American and asked if that was alright with us.  I said yes as long as her family doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all so excited.  A brand new baby.  We praised God for his great goodness to us, not believing we were called again so soon.  The four of us worked like crazy to get things ready.  Then, about 3:30 pm we were called and told a grandmother had showed up who wanted the baby.  I don't blame her.  I just pray she will be as good a caregiver and home for the baby as we could have.  And possibly better since it is her own granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now we are missing baby number two.  Well, we are even more ready now.  The crib and bassinet are ready.  The girls even got the baby swing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying we will get a call on Tuesday for another baby.  Sadly, babies are detained by CPS for many reasons, but we will love being here to love them when they need it most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hope deferred makes the heart sick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when the desire comes it is the tree of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provers 13:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-4542503366249791646?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/4542503366249791646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=4542503366249791646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/4542503366249791646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/4542503366249791646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-phone-rang-another-baby.html' title='Our phone rang. . .another baby'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-5863096636528020499</id><published>2008-01-17T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:11:51.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>New baby. . .almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being a mom is full of trials and tribulations, and if you are also a foster care mom you will have a whole new set of woes to live through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are already living with our hearts ready to break any day.  We know the possibility of our two foster daughters leaving is soon.  We really won't know until the day they go or the day we sign adoption papers.  Sometimes it is that precarious of a situation when you are dealing with "the system."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another baby could never replace our little D who has been ours for 10 months.  But still, we have agreed to take another baby if there is one who needs our home, all the while hoping and praying that D and J also stay.    We have an extra crib and many extra arms around here.  Our baby is quite the toddler now, and knowing she might go there is a sense of wanting a little one to need us, keep us busy, and depend on us.  I can't get anything done around here and I guess I like it that way!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got the call today.  So soon since I upped my license so we were surprised.  I'll tell you now it didn't work out.  It was hard to have our day end without our new baby that our hearts had begun to attach to - if only the idea of him.  He was six months old.  On the way to pick him up we were called that the placement fell through.  Could mean many things, but what it meant for us was sadness.  We had our hearts set on him, and had already started making plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those times that I tried to look at this from another perspective.  God's.  He has plans and they are bigger and better than mine.  Maybe He needed us ready for another baby that needs us. . . Maybe my family needed to remember that anyone who joins our family or leaves our family is God's child, on loan to us for how long He decides. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all prayed and agreed we must wait on God's timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the phone rings tomorrow. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What seems to us bitter trials are often blessings in disguise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="sqq"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-5863096636528020499?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5863096636528020499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=5863096636528020499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5863096636528020499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5863096636528020499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-baby-almost.html' title='New baby. . .almost'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-1467055866511914235</id><published>2008-01-15T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:52:08.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>A Nice Adoption Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went out last night with a few other homeschool moms.  It is a once a month thing that has started to be kinda regular for a few of us.  I used to have a support meeting at my house, but these less formal outings are nice and I can have a piece of my favorite French Apple Pie.  Shush, don't tell the kids. :-)  I'm sure they think I just have a cup of coffee.  Truth is, I don't even have coffee.  These moms are all the healthy types and I don't want to shock them by drinking coffee at 8:00 pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I met a new lady whose name has escaped me.  I think it may be Shirley??  No one who knows the answer can read this blog and tell me since I haven't fessed up and told anyone about this blog.  Strange that I feel okay for a stranger to read this, but it feels strange to tell people I know. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friend mentioned that she was adopted from foster care as a baby.  She shared that her parents didn't tell her she was adopted.  Yes, I know you are probably outraged, but we really shouldn't judge them too harshly, as times were different then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she found out as an adult, her father answered that he had forgotten.   We all found that very sweet.  There was a little more to the story of course, but I feel regardless of details, her dad probably had forgotten over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't an issue to him how his daughter came to him, just that she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adoption is when a child grew in its mommy's heart instead of her tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-1467055866511914235?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1467055866511914235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=1467055866511914235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/1467055866511914235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/1467055866511914235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/nice-adoption-story.html' title='A Nice Adoption Story'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-3480381136352397377</id><published>2008-01-08T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:43:59.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care license'/><title type='text'>Lock Up Your Dryer Sheets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the course of becoming a licensed foster care family we had to do many different things in order to get licensed.  Then, when you are getting your house licensed, we also had to do many things with the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no complaints about most of the required things we had to do.  Well, I did complain, but not too loudly.  I understand the background checks, interviews, and classes they make you take.  Keeping our knives and sharps locked up high is not an issue.  Making sure all medicine is locked up  is a reasonable request.  Putting all cleaning products  in a locked  cabinet or locked in the garage was really a pain, but was understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I draw the line at dryer sheets.  I just can't begin to think this is necessary.  Why was I told my dryer sheets had to be locked up?  They have some chemicals apparently that are toxic if ingested.  I know, what are the chances we take in a child who likes to eat dryer sheets for a bedtime snack?  I think we are safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play dough is  not required to be locked up and babies and young children find it a real tempting tasty treat.  I think we should be locking up the Play dough and they should let us leave the dryer sheets where they belong - on the dryer.  But no one asked me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is nothing like staying home for real comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-3480381136352397377?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3480381136352397377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=3480381136352397377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3480381136352397377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3480381136352397377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/lock-up-your-dryer-sheets.html' title='Lock Up Your Dryer Sheets!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-5135960388524673498</id><published>2008-01-06T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:19:28.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='older child adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care adoption'/><title type='text'>Older Child Adoption, Our Story Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never really thought we would be able to adopt since we had three children already. Just didn't think my husband would go for it. I think we pick our battles, don't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And truth be told, if I thought about adopting, it was always a newborn baby. I guess that is the way I was used to children joining families. When they are new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, what happened to change my thoughts on the matter and make me get the guts to approach my husband on the matter? I really can't explain it other than God has other plans . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After church one day I was in the little kitchen with a few of the other women from church; we were cleaning up after a potluck I believe. A dear friend Penny came in to share a prayer request. (I hope Penny doesn't mind that I am using her real name. I guess I'll ask her next time we speak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm paraphrasing here, but she says something like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I have a prayer request to share. There is a little girl in our church who needs a family to adopt her and we would really like her to be adopted by someone here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, many of us were shocked to hear such a thing, and asked who this little girl was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"*Marissa," said Penny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Marissa!" a few of us said in unison. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then I knew. My heart actually felt like it was in my throat. Penny shared a couple of more bits of information, so the women would know how to pray. Another friend realized I had asked a few questions and she looked at me and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Susan, you want a seven year old!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently I did, since I proceeded to follow Penny out to her car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to be continued. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*name has been changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you, "declares the Lord,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-5135960388524673498?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5135960388524673498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=5135960388524673498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5135960388524673498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5135960388524673498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/older-child-adoption-our-story-part-1.html' title='Older Child Adoption, Our Story Part 1'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-7302229950451955581</id><published>2008-01-04T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:12:52.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Babies on Doorsteps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have always loved being a mom.  Just felt like it was what I was born to do.  I was able to have three children.  I almost said I was "only" able to have three children, but I know I feel that would sound insensitive to those who weren't able to have any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really complained to my husband about not being able to have more children, other than occasionally casually mentioning that I would have had more if I could have.  He would then say something like, "three is good." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our kids were younger sometimes they would ask why we didn't have more kids, and I would say that God only gave me three, but they were His three best.  I was telling them the truth.  You should meet my kids :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did bring the subject of adoption up to my husband and he wasn't against the idea, but he didn't want to pursue finding a child.  He said if God wants us to have another baby He will make it clear somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "God doesn't drop babies on doorsteps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "He could."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later a good friend had a baby dropped on her doorstep.  A  while later the mother also dropped off her two other babies.  I told my friend thanks a lot, now Neil will say, "see I told you God could drop babies on doorsteps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's family raised the three children for about two years.  it wasn't easy on them because they already had eight of their own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you don't say no when God drops a baby on your doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but with God all things are possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Matthew 19:26&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-7302229950451955581?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/7302229950451955581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=7302229950451955581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/7302229950451955581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/7302229950451955581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/babies-on-doorsteps.html' title='Babies on Doorsteps'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-5346182223283389997</id><published>2008-01-02T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:49:32.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>What  Ages Will You Take?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After parenting a child with reactive attachment disorder I was a little scared - and tired.  I didn't want a child who could talk to me.  I didn't want a child who would reject me and treat me like I was a monster.  I understand RAD behaviors a little more now, but it is still not something I wanted to jump into again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how did I answer the question?  I said 0-2 for now. One social worker asked me if I didn't want the bad influence of older kids on my children.  That was not on my mind, but what mother actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt; the bad influence for her children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine months later I have a one and five year old and may just stay in this age range for practical purposes.  I homeschool my teen children, and taking a foster child back and forth to school really is disruptive to our schedule, because their hours can't be changed, so it is ours that have to be flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are some foster families who only want teens.  The teens have many things to deal with and need you in ways the little ones don't.  They also can feed and bathe themselves, so some things will be easier.  Truthfully, I already have my teens to enjoy.  I want little ones again.  My teens are getting a great experience of helping with younger siblings in the house.  They were all young together so this is new to them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I never take teens?  Never say never.  Just the other day my husband and I talked about taking teens when our teens are married and on their own.  For several reasons.  We will miss teens and the good company they are, our teens won't be here for the dreaded bad influence ;-), and we may be too old to chase toddlers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All children deserve good homes.  Not just cute little ones.  I just think at this time in our lives, we are a better family for the younger children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have read that statistically the average age of a foster child is ten years old.  For some families this is a older child and for others this is a young child.  It depends where you are in life.  You can read some more foster care statistics at: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acf.hhs.gov/programs/cb/stats_research/index.htm"&gt;Administration For Children &amp;amp; Family Services&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know my family will change over time, and we will always look at each case as a child, not a statistic or age.  Still, statistics can be interesting and everyone is always wondering what the averages are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A baby is born with the need to be loved, and never outgrows it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Frank A. Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-5346182223283389997?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5346182223283389997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=5346182223283389997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5346182223283389997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/5346182223283389997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-ages-will-you-take.html' title='What  Ages Will You Take?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-8240507468171702120</id><published>2008-01-01T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:16:10.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunification'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><title type='text'>Reunification in Foster Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reunification is something I have heard a little too many times in my relatively short stint as a foster mom.  You want my definition of the word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunification:  returning foster children to their biological parents no matter what, if it is at all possible, no matter if this is in the best interest of the child.  This is the goal of the courts and child welfare system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reunification with the parent is always the initial goal of the system.  Because of this, many children remain in foster care for years while they wait for their parents to show the courts that they can care for their children.  Despite the passage of the Adoption and Safe Families Act in 1997, the average child remains in foster care for over 28 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too long in my opinion.  IMHO of course. . . If the parents can't show steps of being able to rehabilitate in a reasonable time period, their rights should be terminated so the children can find permanency in an adoptive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a longer, and probably more unbiased definition of reunification go to a great resource called the &lt;a href="http://encyclopedia.adoption.com/entry/reunification/313/1.html"&gt;Adoption Encyclopedia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;D's social worker has asked our family to foster, then adopt, then only foster, then adopt after failed reunification plans, and now we are back to just fostering.  Now the social worker wants to return the kids and has asked us to help with reunification plans, but be ready to adopt please, since we are the contingency plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am sick of the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reunification&lt;/span&gt;, and I don't like being a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; contingency plan&lt;/span&gt; much either.  But hey, being a backup plan is better than not being part of the plan at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take what I can get at this point.  Friends ask me how I can do this, not knowing if D and J are staying or going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until the day when God shall deign to reveal the future to man,&lt;br /&gt;all human wisdom is summed up in these two words, - 'Wait and hope.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre Dumas, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/33804.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-8240507468171702120?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/8240507468171702120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=8240507468171702120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/8240507468171702120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/8240507468171702120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/reunification-in-foster-care.html' title='Reunification in Foster Care'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055236512018225405.post-3506381666236083806</id><published>2008-01-01T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:54:43.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reactive attachment disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care adoption'/><title type='text'>Foster Care Trials and Tribulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foster Care?  Yes, I am a little surprised too.  It just sort of happened and now I know it is us.  Along the way we have found out we are all a little more capable than we thought we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved a little seven year old with severe undiagnosed Reactive Attachment Disorder.  We were her 9th placement and it resulted in a disrupted adoption.  If you say you would never disrupt an adoption, you don't know until you are in the situation that requires this ending.   I have read many books on RAD and done a lot of research since then, and I often have a case of the "woulda, shoulda, couldas," but I'll blog on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for M coming into our lives we would not be foster parents - so there is a reason for everything.   We decided to use our license for the rest of the year, knowing that there are many children who need a home.  Our first placement was a temporary placement for 3-4 weeks.  That baby has been with us for almost 10 months now.  Another baby who was supposed to stay forever, left after only three months.  You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our home has started to seem large lately, making me feel greedy for all this space.  We are in the process of freeing up another bedroom so we are available for a couple more children.  This is also a thin disguise for my teen girls to move into the very large family room - complete with a wall mounted TV and its own bathroom. ;-)  Hey, they are doing it for the kids!  (they really are, otherwise they could each have their own spacious bedroom instead of sharing one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute I am excited and asking God to prepare our hearts for the children who are to come, and a moment later I am telling myself I can't go on and wondering if this is really my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be blogging about foster care, foster to adopt, reactive attachment disorder, birth parents, reunification, social workers, home studies, inspections, foster and adoption poetry, and why I needed to lock up my dryer sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the trials and tribulations of a foster care family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do we live for, if not to make the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a less difficult place for each other.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;George Eliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055236512018225405-3506381666236083806?l=fostercareadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3506381666236083806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055236512018225405&amp;postID=3506381666236083806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3506381666236083806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055236512018225405/posts/default/3506381666236083806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostercareadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/foster-care-trials-and-tribulations.html' title='Foster Care Trials and Tribulations'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758768181652500812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y01c3ciiCiI/SJOOgSdVyqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ohPpD-2hc18/S220/Hair+and+Daisy+and+Books+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
