Life is, indeed, very good.

Life is, indeed, very good.

Friday, May 15, 2009

another animal

Once again, a conversation with Pete goes unresolved. Pete has himself laid out between the two arms of a chair:

Me: Pete, you look like a hammock.
Pete: Is that an animal?
Me: No, it's like a swing for your whole body. You can lay in it.
Pete: But is it an animal?
Me: sigh.

(see April 29th's post about "heights" to fully grasp the sigh)

murphy's law

Two weeks ago we had a yard sale. I finally came to terms with selling all of my baby and toddler girl clothes, which I have held onto for NINE years. We just kept hoping we'd get to dress up another little girl in them somehow or another! But all of our foster placements so far have been boys, and those bins of clothes were just taking up a lot of room. We also decided to sell our dining room table and chairs. It was kind of a quick decision...the table was very poorly made, and the chairs were all falling apart. So we sold it, thinking we could squeeze around a card table for a while until Tim could build me a big farm table. So. Girl clothes gone. Dining room table gone. So what was the next logical thing to happen?

Well, three days after the sale, we got a call asking if we could take care of two LITTLE GIRLS, ages 1 and 3, for a while! Murphy's law! The girls arrived the next day, and thankfully I held on to just a few girls' clothes. The table situation, however, has been interesting. The little one uses the high chair, but the five other kids have eaten around the card table. Tim and I have pretty much eaten while standing up for every meal. We've had fun amidst the chaos, though, and our new little girls have rolled with it beautifully.

Tim and our friend Jeff (a master carpenter who has gotten himself roped into more than one of our harebrained projects....our friends are going to start changing their phone numbers) spent a day this week building me the coolest, sturdiest farm table ever!! It's seven feet long, and there isn't a wiggle or a wobble in the thing! I put the last coat of poly on this morning, and we'll christen it with waffles or pancakes or something messy and syrupy tomorrow morning.

Whew. It's been a crazy week. Each time we've had children placed with us has been different, and it's immediate readjustment of time, schedules, expectations, you name it. I admittedly spent about three nights after the girls arrived unable to sleep...worrying that I wouldn't be able to handle it, worrying that the kids wouldn't get along, worried that I was scarring everyone for life (I'm always worrying about that :)....but each day has gotten easier, the kids are all doing great, schedules are working themselves out, and the girls seem to really enjoy being here. And I can sit down for breakfast tomorrow! Hooray!

Murphy's law. Sure does keep things interesting! Isn't there a verse in Proverbs about man making plans, but the Lord's plan prevails? I'll have to look that one up and write it down! Until next time.....I'm off to get some sleep!

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

false alarm

A few weeks ago, we did a fire drill at home. Before you think that we are the kind of family that is organized enough to think of this on our own, this is something required for DCFS foster families, and we've been very delinquent in getting this checked off the list. Anyway, this was the first time we did it, and it was a little upsetting for Joe and even more so for Pete. We had them go lay on their beds and wait to hear the alarm test, then proceed to the said meeting place, etc. We had to spend quite a bit of time explaining to Peter that there wasn't a fire, and that this was only practice in case a fire were to happen.

Last night as I was cooking supper, the smoke alarm sounded (which it often does if something gets smoky...I'll skip the obvious jokes about my cooking :). Peter, without saying a word to anyone, went straight out the front door and stood there on the porch with this terrified look on his face that just about broke my heart into a million pieces. It took Janie and I three or four minutes of coaxing to get him to come back into the house.

I'm glad he remembered what to do when he heard the alarm, but I hope I never have to see that look on his face just about did me in!