My journey as a foster parent.

Text

Today Robin announced that he would like to live with my mom until he dies.

"You need to teach your son not to kick balls into the woods because I keep having to go get them."

- a concerned (and irritated) 5 year old

Text

Robin was really missing his brothers (especially Fox), so we took a risk and set up an overnight. If you’ve been following along for awhile, you already know that his brothers lived  with us for over a year and are now with an adoptive family. I wasn’t sure how it would go, but it was wonderful! The three boys played beautifully some of the time, and when they didn’t we had quality one-on-one time. Fox is every bit as hilarious as I remember and Bear is just as kind. Robin seemed to enjoy their company and laughed more than I’ve heard in awhile.

"Just because the dentist says you have to brush your teeth for two minutes doesn’t mean you have to do it. Not every night."

- The problem with this, Robin, is that the dentist can usually tell when I don’t .

Seriously. After a brief intro to threading a needle, he made this. He sewed the pocket, stitched it onto the shirt, cut the shirt, made button holes, and attached the buttons. He is very proud of it and plans to wrap it up to give to his brothers (who we will see tomorrow).

Seriously. After a brief intro to threading a needle, he made this. He sewed the pocket, stitched it onto the shirt, cut the shirt, made button holes, and attached the buttons. He is very proud of it and plans to wrap it up to give to his brothers (who we will see tomorrow).

Text

I highly doubt I am qualified to teach the skill of sewing, but I have managed to stitch up a few tears and shorten a strap on a dress once. I also dabbled in cross stitch in high school.

Robin and I are about to embark on an adventure of sewing scrap fabric and attaching buttons.

Text

Like throw a caterpillar at the driver while he’s cruising at 60mph.

Text

We had an overnight guest last night and before we went to bed Robin kindly asked him how he liked his eggs and offered to make him breakfast in the morning. It was completely his idea and I am quite proud of his thoughtfulness.

"I’m like the cookie monster, but with cinnamon. I’m a cinnamon monster."

-

-Robin

He likes a lot of cinnamon in his oatmeal. And other things.

Text

His new knock-knock joke:

Knock-Knock

Who’s there?

Hourse! (that’s the end of the joke, in part because he is laughing so hard).

At least it’s less painful than this knock-knock joke, which he doesn’t seem to get tired of repeating:

Knock-Knock

Who’s there?

Knock-Knock

Who’s there?

Knock-Knock

Who’s there?

Knock-Knock

Who’s there?

Knock-Knock

Who’s there?

Knock-Knock

Who’s there?

Knock-Knock

Who’s there?

Knock-Knock

Who’s there?

Happy

Happy who?

Aren’t ya happy I didn’t say knock-knock again?

blog comments powered by Disqus