5 Weeks and Counting

Well the past five weeks have been some of the most blessed and difficult of my life. I knew three kids was a lot but nothing can prepare you for how hard it really is.

We've been to the doctor several times, dealing with breathing treatments, ear infections and strep throat. I think we're finally getting everything under control.

The oldest throws several temper tantrums a day and does not listen. He is almost three so I'm not sure if that is being a foster kid or being a three year old!

The middle is the physically violent one. I have had hair pulled, been kicked, punched, slapped and pinched. It's definitely getting old - and almost exclusive to me. Both the boys have an appointment next week with a play therapist.

The baby is a sweetie. She doesn't sleep through the night, but her loving personality makes up for it.

Whew!

We're still getting used to being stared at out in public. After all, we are a bunch of white folk with three black kids :)

In the last two nights, the boys have asked that I come kiss them goodnight. This is significant because Greg is "Daddy" to them, but I am always "Brandi". The oldest called me Mommy twice but immediately corrected himself :) We are slowly creating a bond.

In the meanwhile I am working on finding a teaching job and will be graduating in less than 35 days. If you know me in real life, expect an evite to my graduation party!

Greg has put off his job search until the kids are returned to their parents.

Well I'm going to bed.... exhausted but happy!