2018: (still true)
I do not know how I will survive foster care. So I just keep reminding myself that I signed up for this and these amazing children living in my home for as long as the system allows signed up for none of what they have experienced in their short lives. I remind myself that I have a support system to help me pick up the pieces when I have to say goodbye to them. I remind myself that our family isn't doing this on our own. We are doing it with the love and support of so many of you and the strength and support of the God we serve. But, real talk, I do not know how I will survive foster care. #fostercare #fosterlove
my grandpa Fischer and my littlest boy. So much love. Four generations of love is something special.
In keeping with our week in a retirement community, today is more shuffle board, more old folks card games, and a Thomas kincade puzzle. We love it!
Asher's life summed up in one picture. Can't stop. Won't stop. Must keep up with the big "tiddos." (Kiddos.) — at Papago Park.
A firm proponent of attachment parenting and the idea that Breast is most certainly Best, Asher isn't totally sold on the idea of adding solids to his diet, but I could no longer eat in front of him without feeling terrible because he'd move his head toward the food and fake chew while I chewed. So, today marked another milestone in cuatro's life. First food: avocado mixed with the good stuff. (poor quality due to the fact that i'm trying to feed him and take pictures. Oh, and the fact that I'm a rotten photographer. There's that, too) 6 months tomorrow. sniff. sniff.
it's all fun and games until road conditions prevent jim from driving home from his week in green bay. come on, snow plows. you can do it!
News flash: "Sleeping" between the puker and the puke bucket means you don't actually sleep. But we already knew that, didn't we? Hoping Audrey got it all out of her system overnight and bounces back to enjoy the snow.