My journey as a foster parent.

"Fox was asking what the difference was between you guys and us. I told him that you are like an aunt and uncle who love them, so don’t be surprised if he starts calling you aunt."

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The Boys’ Adoptive Parent.

It works for me. I happen to think my aunt’s are some of the greatest people on earth!

  • Co-Worker: Hey, how's that little guy that was with you last year?
  • Me: Fox? He's doing well. Here's a recent picture.
  • Co-Worker: Whenever I think of him, I think of that smile. I remember that smile. He has a smile that lights up a room.

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When Robin came to live with us, we continued taking him to a Wednesday night church group that his aunt had been taking him to (for consistency). We obviously had to give them our contact information, and it ended up blended with hers. Every once in awhile they do a mailing and we get a letter with her name and our address.    

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We called the twins yesterday. My husband likened talking to Fox on the phone with talking to Mickey Mouse on speed. Hysterical and probably accurate.

"Have you guys ever ate at a restaurant before?"

- Apparently we’ve never been out to eat with Robin because he thought that his going home celebration lunch today was our first.

My husband and I are a good team. This applies to (foster) parenting, participating in and leading community organizations, and now to reaching the end of Mario Bros 3 (which neither of us had ever accomplished on our own)!

My husband and I are a good team. This applies to (foster) parenting, participating in and leading community organizations, and now to reaching the end of Mario Bros 3 (which neither of us had ever accomplished on our own)!

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We are at the point in Robin’s transition home that he is spending significantly more time with his mom than with us. In case you were wondering what my husband and I do with our extra time, we bought Nintendo games we didn’t have and have been working together to beat Super Mario Bros 3. 

All three boys styled my hair during the sibling visit/sleepover. At the same time. This is how it ended up.

All three boys styled my hair during the sibling visit/sleepover. At the same time. This is how it ended up.

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When the twins left after their overnight visit, I tried to treat myself to a bath (i.e. a space to deal with emotions where there are no children or loved ones I could unintentionally take them out on). I settled in, rested my head, and then remembered that no less than 4 poopy butts under the age of 10 had been in the tub  in the previous 24 hours. It was a short bath.

Guess who is visiting!

Guess who is visiting!

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