One month later

And still no word from Madame’s new foster family. I’ve sent a few emails and haven’t heard anything back. I hope she’s doing we’ll, is happy to be with her brothers, and most importantly doesn’t feel abandoned by us, or feel like we never loved her.

Advertisements

Gone baby, gone

I got a call on the 11th that Madame was to be moved to a new foster home so that she could finally be placed with her brothers. The usual protocol is to give a 10 day notice but since the tenth day fell on the weekend the case worker asked if we could do the move on Friday, the 19th. Due to the visit worker’s availability the 19th was changed to the 18th so I had a week to pack Madame up and prepare her for the transition. When I started to explain it to her she told me that she knew, her 5 year old brother had already told her that she would be living with them at their new foster home, and wouldn’t be with us anymore. I think she understood as much as she could, but would occasionally talk about coming back to our house, or say “I wake up, *visit worker* pick me up and take me to your house?”, which is how she usually talks about visit with her parents.

We spent our last week trying to knock thing off our bucket list. Madame and I went to visit my parents over the weekend. They live in a small town about 2 hours away from me and were having a balloon festival on the lake, and their little county fair. We hit the fair Saturday morning and saw the animal, which were mostly terrifying, except the bunnies and chickens. We did a couple of rides (just the bounce houses, really, I don’t trust traveling carnie rides), ate some junk food, and got her face painted. After nap and dinner we went to the beach to check out the hot air balloons, though it was too windy for the balloons to take off Madame enjoyed playing on the beach and in the water. They did finally blow up a few balloons and lit them up as the sun set, which was lovely to see. Madame was entranced.

We headed home Sunday afternoon, and had some family photos taken at the park by a good friend. The rest of the week went by like a flash. Andy & I both took Wednesday off so that we could spend her last day with us together. We got up early and took the boat out on the river one last time, did some fishing, explored a little beach, and had Madame drive the boat a little. We went to her hippie daycare to have lunch so she could say goodbye to her teachers and friends, I made cupcakes to share and she decorated them with sprinkles. After nap we went to Build-a-Bear to spend an absurd amount of money on a stuffed Hello Kitty lovey, but I’m glad she’ll have something snuggle to remind her of her time with us.

20130822-155730.jpg

Thursday morning we woke up, got dressed and carried all of her things to the worker’s car when she came to pick up Madame. And then it was time to say goodbye.

20130822-160014.jpg

Radio Silence

The girl that I mentioned a month ago (and promptly left you hanging) was placed with us, and it has been pretty crazy adjusting to life with a 3 year old. Madame is doing quite well, and I think I’ve earned my “World’s Okayest Mom” coffee mug in these past several weeks. She’s sassy, funny, silly, clever, and a total threenager. Hopefully I’ll start finding time to blog again to keep you all updated and to document my decent into insanity.

The stork is calling

I received a call today for a 3 year old girl. After hearing the low down I asked the worker for a couple of minutes to call and confer with my husband. I asked him what he thought, and his answer was, of course, “you know, whatever you think”. I had pretty much decided that, yes, we could take her but I took another minute to call my mom and process my thoughts.

I phoned the worker back to say yes, we could take her. She let me know that they were still looking for a home that could take her and her 2 older brothers. In the mean time they have a home lined up for the 2 boys, and us for the little girl. We should hear back in the morning if they found a place for all three, or if she will be coming to us. I’m really hoping they are able to keep the sibling group together, but of course will enjoy having this little lady stay with us if needed.

Ring ring

I just spoke to our support worker and it looks like we’re open for calls again! So dearest friends and family, please be patient with me while I obsessively check my phone over the next several weeks. Also please expect me to freak out if I forget my phone somewhere or the battery dies. Thanks for your love and begrudging understanding.

Neurotically yours,
The Sometimes Mama

Nothing to report

Squish is home. He and mama are doing great! I’m providing his childcare, so I still get to hang out with him during the week, which is super awesome.

I thought I would need some time before “opening” our home again, but I find myself excited for another little one. I guess I’m not as big a fan of sleep as I had thought. Originally I planned to stay closed for the duration of the trial home placement but we’re not sure how long it will actually be. It’s supposed to be 30 days, but the CW said something about it being until the next hearing, which isn’t until mid-May, which would make it a full 60 days. So who knows? I’m tempted to contact my support worker next week and let her know we’re ready to open again, especially since it seems to take forever to get a call in our area.

I want to take care of ALL THE BABIES!!

20130328-130324.jpg

Morning

Tomorrow I will wake up before 9, put the coffee on, make my breakfast (steel cut oats with blueberries and lemon zest), and bake some muffins to take to brunch playdate at a friend’s house. Squish will come at 10:30, mama and I will quickly chat about our weekends, and I’ll bundle up babe, muffins and myself and head over for some needed mama/baby playtime. And life will continue at a new pace, still as lovely as ever, with just a few adjustments.