We have said goodbye to a whirlwind July and hello to what I hope will be a calm August. I miss the three amigos but Things 1,2&3 are keeping me from boredom. We started our official 2013/14 school year this Monday! Not because I planned to start that early but because they were begging for some ” school”.

We pretended to be unschoolers for about six months last year. I say pretended because I don’t think any real unschooler would have approved out technique. 🙂 While I do agree with much of the philosophy we never found a groove that worked for us. But I feel very confident that I now have much more faith in mix children’s individual learning paths and that when thing done jive I can let it go and not feel we have failed.

Blah, blah. We are having fun and learning and that’s nice.

Cake Done!


Thursday, Friday and Saturday were completely slammed with cake work. Along with that came a call for help for the kiddos so Saturday as soon as I finished the cake I went to pick up Hiccup. She has been with us ever since and I am hopeful that we may be keeping her for awhile. We had Rough Nut and Tough Nut also yesterday and we still have Tough Nut today and possibly she will stay tonight as well. I am exhausted. Not so much from the kids as from the cake. I have so assurance after this weekend that I have made the right choice in not doing cakes while we are in the phase of our lives.

Sorry the cake picture is so fuzzy, the lights were off when I set it up. I am sure the photographers got some good shots though.

Second Fail

The first respite call was weeks ago and we weren’t sure about it. Probably would have done it but there was never a follow up. This one got a few steps further and we were excited about it. We got the call from our worker to see if we were willing. Check. Then we got the call from the Forster parent to discuss details. Check. We got everything in order, our house is pretty much always ready anyhow. Check. Drove 25 miles to pick up. Check. Met the little guy and his foster momma. Check. Watched as he climbed up her to keep from getting in my van, cried, begged, was sang to and promised everything from food, toys and even new shoes. She just couldn’t do it. She felt bad for my trouble and bad for her family that was feeling the need for a break and bad for her little guy. She decided not do it. I am glad. I don’t like respite. I think people should create a community of people for their foster children just like we do for the ones from our womb. I would never have a total stranger keep any of my children. I have seen respite done well between foster families who hang out and know the children. Sometimes I guess this just isn’t possible, so I am willing to help a family who doesn’t have that. Whatever, whatever. I’m just trying to say I have seen first hand the trauma that respite with a total stranger can cause in a child who already has legit abandonment issues. So I am a little let down that we aren’t having a blast with the little guy but so glad he has formed an attachment to his foster mom and that she didn’t ignore his cries.

First Respite Care

We got a last minute call for respite this weekend so I am picking up a little guy in an hour! He is three and that’s about all I know. It’s kinda nice to be doing something with foster care but I have to admit when I saw the message for a second I thought it was a call for a placement. My first response was Oh My! Oh My! Now we have to make a decision! Once I realized it was just for the weekend I was both let down and relieved.

I have cleaned house just like we are having company. I keep telling myself, he’s three and he isn’t going to check for dust bunnies! 🙂 

From idea to reality!

I had the idea in February, I think, to start a Kid’s closet for foster parents to use as a resource for themselves when they had new placements or needs come up. I started collecting clothes several weeks ago. I keep two totes for each size 0-6months, 6-12 months, 18-24 months, 2t, 3t, 4t, 5t, 6/7, 7/8 and 10-16. A boy box and a girl box. Twenty boxes stored on shelves with labels in my garage. We (me and the other foster families I know of) are gradually getting the word out about it. I hope to deliver the first requested clothes this week or next!