I’ve procrastinated writing this. I think we’re both still in disbelief. But the show must go on, and my backlog of blogging is starting to cause me nearly as much anxiety as my backlog of Constitutional Law reading, so I may as well at least do one of them. It was last Thursday and I […]
Foster-adoption is a drug. There’s a momentary (even extended) high, and then a painful withdrawal until the next fix. Gambling is so addictive because its intermittently reinforcing. Basically, the idea that a payoff could happen, the hope that the “big win” is around the corner, and the occasional gains is what keeps people pulling the slots. Foster Care is the […]
And then I find out tonight from Bio Mom herself (we were actually able to TALK for a second as she left rehab in the evening/baby busses down) that contrary to Indifferent Ingrid’s assertions that Squeaker spends half of the day in a rehab-run daycare and half the day with her Bio Mom being toted […]
One of our first observations about Squeaker was that she was so smart – more aware, more physically capable than our other babies. Her babbling at 3 months was much more advanced and conversational than Asher’s or Peanut’s at the same age. We swore a giggle was right around the corner. Indifferent Ingrid went ahead […]
She’s pleased to meet you. Oh wait, no, she doesn’t really care. Ryan and I both agreed vehemently that if we were called for a placement with Asher’s caseworker – Shotgun Jane – we would say no without question. I breathed a sigh of relief when DCFS called about Squeaker and the caseworker was someone […]
Barefoot in the Dirt 