Saturday, April 30, 2011

Watergun Warriors!!!


I have a park a few blocks from my apartment, and when the weather was nice, we'd pack up our supplies in the stroller, and walk down the street to "the park with the monster's house" as Booger calls it.  This week was getting hot, so I decided that for this park trip, we needed to do something that would keep us cool if we were going to be out there.

Today's great Saturday adventure... 
WATERGUN FIGHTS!!!
 
We tracked down every watergun and spray bottle we could find, filled them all up, and headed down the street to the park.  The kids always have fun with Heaven because she likes to get in there and do exactly what they're doing.  I tend to get my Banana-bonding time in while the rest of the kids are off playing.  :)   Buddy, Ka-Diva, and Booger initially ganged up on Heaven, but Heaven has a way of convincing the twins that they should pick on Booger instead.  ;-) 


Poor kid was drenched!


Buddy getting his watergun on...



The Watergun Warriors
(Even Banana was getting in on the action...)


Ignore the craziness of the camera work... 
It's not easy to film kids running around and dodging water at the same time.  :-)


Banana enjoying watching all of the watergun action.
(Taken before she puked her entire bottle all over her Mommy.
Very glad it wasn't me! :-)

After we ran out of water, and Heaven was covered in baby puke, we decided to head back to the apartment so Heaven and Banana could get cleaned up.  Somehow, the kids managed to convince me to let them stop by the pool to "just test the water" to see if we thought we'd be able to swim anytime soon.  I told the kids, "Sure, you can test the water."

I guess jumping in fully-clothed was their idea of checking it out.  :-)



CRACK ATTACK!!!
(A direct result of not being prepared for an inpromptu swimming adventure ;-)


What might have been Banana's REACTION to Booger's "Crack Attack."

And so completes another successful adventure of the "Saturday Crew."
:-)

Friday, April 29, 2011

Why Risk It?!?

I went to Sonic the other morning to get my usual Route 44 Diet Coke with extra ice, and I witnessed the saddest display of "roller-skating carhop skills" that I have ever seen...  The poor girl spent the vast majority of her time clinging onto every available pole, wall, and automobile for dear life.  I was truly relieved that she wasn't delivering my order because I would have hated to see a perfectly good Diet Coke go to waste!

I'm just going to go out on a limb and say that I'm not sure it's worth the extra 25 cents (if it's even that much) an hour to deliver food on roller skates when you are at great risk of bodily injury due to your own lack of skill.  25 cents an hour vs. three months out of work while in a body cast???  I think I'd go with keeping my feet firmly planted on the ground, thank you very much.

(On a different note - There's another newly pregnant teen carhop at my Sonic!  And again...  It was all I could do to keep my mouth shut and not ask her if she has an adoption plan for her child. ;-)

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Remembering #1...

Wow! I just realized that it was exactly two years ago this week that my little Immobile Munchkin came and went.  The Munchkin was my very first placement.  She was only with me for a week, but I learned so much from my experience with her! 

When I got the call for an 11-month-old little girl about to be released from the hospital with a broken femur, I specifically asked, "Is she mobile?"  I knew that with little ones, they often completely immobilize them in order to make sure the fractures heal correctly.  Apparently somewhere between HER case manager and MY case manager, she went from "being immobilized from the waist down" to "has a big cast on her leg" (SINGULAR). HER case manager hadn't even seen her... An aide brought her over from the hospital. And being my first placement, I didn't realize I was allowed to say, "Uh... This is NOT what you told me to expect!"

Poor baby girl was in a body cast from the armpits down to her ankles...  BOTH ankles...  and to make matters worse, she had to wear a corrective helmet 23 hours a day to help with a skull malformation. And to top it all off, she either had a cold or was allergic to Tommie because she couldn't breathe!  She couldn't lay down because she couldn't breathe. She couldn't be situated on her stomach because she had a hard time holding her head up from the weight of the helmet. She couldn't even SIT because of the position of the body cast.  I thought there was NO WAY that I (a single, working mom) could give her the undivided attention that she needed, and I couldn't take off of work for the next 6-8 weeks while she was in the cast.  I ended up having to ask that she be moved to a two-parent house with a stay-at-home mom.  I was SO frustrated because she was such a sweet little girl, and I felt like I was letting her down.  :(

The Munchkin was a trooper though!  She was the sweetest little thing, and did SO WELL considering everything she had been through.  She was understandably frustrated at not being able to move, but as long as someone was constantly entertaining her, she was a sweetheart.  :-)

From what I'd learned, she lived in a house with about 15 people, so she seemed to be a bit spoiled as far as needing your undivided attention, and being in a body cast made it pretty much impossible to entertain herself, so you had to get creative with positioning her and playtime.  You always know when she was having fun because she had the most adorable smile.  When she was REALLY excited, she shook her head side to side and shook her fists.  
 
She didn't like to be left alone at all when she was awake, and if you left her sight she would YELL to get you to come back (especially when it came to bedtime).  “YELL!!!”  (wait a second)  “YELL!!!”  (wait a second)  And she kept it up until you either gave in and got her or won the battle yourself.  It was about 50/50 with the two of us to see who won.  I told her that yelling wasn’t ladylike, but she didn’t seem to care much.  :-)

I hated that I wasn't able to keep her, but I knew that moving her was the best thing for her.  And I was proven right after only a week!  I found out that her new foster parents were friends of mine from my training classes, and they were even able to take in her big sister as well!  I never would have been able to take them both, so having her in a home with two parents and her sister was awesome!   The girls remained with my friends for about 15 months when they were ultimately returned home to their mother, and I pray every day that they are safe, happy, and loved.

Munchkin's Favorite Things:

* Being in the stroller - The stroller was the ONE place where she could feel like she was "sitting up" without me holding her.  She loved to be in whatever room I was in and watch me do whatever I was doing.  Who knew doing the dishes could be so exciting?  ;-)

* Singing, learning animal noises, copying faces and sounds

* Peek-a-boo (She liked to cover her own face with a cloth diaper and "surprise" me.)

* Putting Legos and the little bathtub "squirter" toys into a big bowl over and over and over again.  She would sit in my lap and do that for a solid hour!

* And her ULTIMATE favorite thing was to straddle my leg and pretend that she was riding a horse while I sang the "Bonanza" theme song over and over and over.  Any time I would stop, she'd bounce her head again like she was galloping so I'd start over.


* The Munchkin really liked being with Buddy and Ka-Diva.  You can tell she'd been around kids because she was always very interested in whatever they were doing.  Buddy especially (as always) fell in love with her.  He's always the little protector of my kiddos.  :-)


*  I gave the Munchkin a fluffy white Winnie the Pooh blanket the very first night she was with me, and she was NEVER very far from it (You can see it in most of the pictures that I have of her).  I sent it with her to her new foster home, and her foster mom told me that she had it with her ALL THE TIME.  Ever since then, I make sure that each baby gets a brand new fluffy blanket of their very own almost as soon as they come in my door.  :-)


It's funny how things work out.  That week was so hard (seeing as how I had absolutely no clue what I was doing with babies or foster care at the time.  ;-)  I actually think that if she came to me under the same circumstances now, I would be a lot better prepared and much more capable of being what she needed.), but God's timing was perfect (of course) because that week that the Munchkin spent with me ended up giving everyone involved the time to find the absolute best placement for her.  The Munchkin definitely ended up in the best home for her during the time she was in foster care, and 2 weeks later, I got my Booger Bear!!!  :-)  I learned so much from my experience with my little Immobile Munchkin, and as hard as that week was, I wouldn't change a thing!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Quarterly Inspection

Amidst all the new baby chaos of the past week, my foster agency's new Program Director finally made an appearance to introduce herself and to do my quarterly "inspection" (and I use that term loosely).  New Girl showed up 30 minutes early (a definite first in my experience over the past couple of years)!  She then walks into my house, straight to the dining room table, pulls out her paperwork, and starts writing "yes, yes, yes."  Not once did she get up to look at anything!

I've had previous inspections where caseworkers went so far as to dig around in my pantry to read expiration dates on green beans.  Another one walked around my house and had me physically show her how medications were stored by opening up the double-locked medication tackle box and showing her the expiration dates on the medicines.  That same girl also had me show her the pressure gauges on my fire extinguishers and demonstrate the P.A.S.S. method of how to use them!  She was also the one who told me that handsoap and a clean towel needed to be "readily accessible" for children to wash hands, but that handsoap needed to be "stored away from children."  HUH?!?  (Gotta love foster care "minimum standards.")

This chick, however...  Well, the most "inspecting" that she did that day involved asking me, "Do you have a gun?"  Me, "Nope."  New Girl, "Okay."  Heck!  I could have had a high-powered rifle laying out on my bed or an open hydrocodone bottle laying next to the babies' toy box and she never would have known!  If I had known she wasn't going to step foot out of the dining room, I wouldn't have bothered to hide my Tums that I usually have within arm's reach of my bed every night.  ;-)  It was definitely one of the easiest "inspections" ever...  It didn't exactly inpsire a whole lot of confidence in her dedication to her job though.  Hopefully, she just automatically knew that I am an awesome "minimum standards"-abiding foster mom and that she had nothing to worry about when it came to the safety of my house.  :-)

I was a wee bit frustrated when she ended the meeting with, "Okay...  So I'll be on the lookout for 3 children, ages 0-5 years old for you!"  HUH?!?  Um, NO!!!  Single, full-time working foster mommy here!!!  Let's start with one child, age 6 weeks to 18 months to start (as I have told her about 10 times now).  New Girl is already wearing me out!!! 

Monday, April 18, 2011

And Their Blog Names Shall Be...

"Pooper" (aka. "Thing 1")
7 lbs 3 oz


"Butterfly" (aka. "Thing 2")
6 lbs 12 oz


Sisters, Ka-Diva and Butterfly

Brothers, Buddy and Pooper

Let me just emphasize that, yes, I do realize that "Pooper" is probably not a very appropriate pseudonym for a precious little baby, but here's the thing...  Months ago when Chris and Christy were contemplating names for "the Things," they always made certain to include the big twins in the process.  One of their potential names for Baby Boy was "Cooper."  When Christy asked Buddy what he thought of it, he said "Pooper?!?  Why would you name a baby Pooper?!?"  Ever since then, that's the name that sticks when I've thought of Baby Boy (and if the nasty diaper that he had yesterday was any indication what's to come, it was probably a very fitting nick name).  So "Pooper" it is!!!

Buddy was also very insistant that Baby Girl's name be "Butterfly Crystal."  He has had that name on the brain for months.  When Christy asked why he liked that name so much, he said that he just thought it was a beautiful name and that baby girls' names should be beautiful.  Christy told Buddy that she would save that name special for him so that he could name his baby girl "Butterfly Crystal" when he is a daddy.  ;-)  I secretly loved the name though because butterflies are my little signs of happiness, so Baby Girl is officially blog named "Butterfly!"

Big thanks to Buddy for helping me "blog name" his baby brother and sister!  :-)
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