Monday, August 29, 2011

Awful Waffle

In case you are wondering what will happen if you forget to change out the waffle-maker-plates for the chicken-cooking-plates on your George Foreman, here you have it:


Strangely enough, this chicken was actually quite delicious.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

a Tale of Two Toddlers

Once Upon A Time, in the Roberts Kingdom, young Prince T joined the Castle de Megan. Despite her intense cuteness and sweet nature, Princess Megan became a meanie-head.

Princess Megan did not like the new prince. Prince T used her toys, ate her snacks, stole her bedroom chamber, and took the attention of her King & Queen.

The prince and princess both wanted reign in the kindgom. Both wanted the toys. Both desired the snacks. Both wanted undivided attention from the King & Queen. Consequently, chaos erupted.

This chaos forced the King & Queen to take drastic measures in the cookery.  The prince and princess could not be seated in view of each other, as this would ensue screaming and jealousy, so the young royalty was seated as evidenced below:



This screaming and jeaousy continued most every day, all day. There were special moments, however, when the prince and princess actually got along, as shown below.



And, these were the moments the King & Queen lived for.

Friday, August 12, 2011

3 weeks with 3 kids

As a lot of you know, our house has been busy lately.

Without going into too many details, we ended up taking in a couple foster children 3 weeks ago. In addition to our own little fireball, we have a little boy, "T", who is 20 months old, and his little sister, "B," who is 5 months old. Yep, that's 3 children under the age of 2. Sufficeth to say, we have our hands full...

...which would explain why I haven't blogged in a while.

To be honest, the first week and a half I shed many tears. Many. tears. Tears for me (because I was having a difficult time handling it all), tears for Megan (because she no longer had us to herself and was having a hard time), and tears for the new children in our home (for many, many reasons). My tears have since subsided, but I certainly do have moments where I want to hide in the basement until my husband gets home from work.

It has been quite an adjustement for me as a mother. I always knew that the day could come when my life would change. I always knew that one day I would go from a mother of one, to a mother or 3 or 4- without any notice. What I didn't always know was how hard it would be. I have struggled with many things, but it is getting easier as time goes on. And, as I'm sure happens with many other foster parents, by the time I get down a routine and actually enjoy every moment- the kids'll go home. But that's what foster care is all about: kids going home.

So, for a while, my husband and I will love 3 children instead of one. We now have 3 mouths to feed, 3 bodies to bathe, and 3 messes to clean up. But, more importantly, we have 3 children to hug, 3 minds to inspire, and 3 souls to love.
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