I haven’t heard anything and biomum’s facebook says nothing about court. I’ll ring on Monday to see if I can find out more.
Buddy’s blisters are almost dried out, so we’ll be able to go back into the world tomorrow or the next day. Hooray.
No sign’s that Champ has come down with it, so here’s hoping we’re in the clear.
My friend hasn’t had her baby yet and I’ve been able to sort out friends to look after the boys when the call comes.
I was only woken up once last night, and the kids slept until 6:45am.
Things are just better.
This morning, after I had put Champ into his car seat, I picked Buddy up to buckle him in too giving him a quick kiss as I put him in.
Champ instantly objected.
Champ: “You can’t kiss him!”
Me: “Why not?”
Champ: “Cos you didn’t kiss me. Come around here and give me a kiss!”
Helping make pancakes for his birthday breakfast. Happy birthday little man. Love you forever.
I understand that some may have found the below post in bad taste.
However. I was frustrated. I needed to vent. I chose to do so not on facebook or somewhere read largely by non-foster parents but in a forum where people will get where I’m coming from.
Parents say this about their kids all the time. It’s a joke, a way of saying I need a break from my kids! If you take it seriously it’s just as unfunny for a biological child as it is for a foster child. I know that I could ring up cs and say I don’t want my child anymore. But people with biological children can do exactly the same thing. You just wouldn’t. I wouldn’t either. My kids only leave my house if a judge says they have to move. I don’t send them on.
So for the record: I love Buddy. I love him when he’s crying, I love him when he’s happy, I love him when he’s cranky, I love him when he’s sad, I love him when he’s annoying, I love him when he’s excited, I love him when he’s sleepy, I love him when he’s having a screaming tantrum and I love him when he is trying to stuff toys, dirt and leaves down the outside drain for the ten millionth time.
Right now I’m him mum, and I’ll make the same jokes as all the other mum’s do.
Ugg, I hate it. The moving furniture, changing beds and shuffling rooms began today. The boy have new beds which will convert to bunks when they are older. This is Buddy’s first big boy bed although he has been sleeping in the cot with the side off and a safety rail for while. The cot has moved to the new bedroom and will be Prince Charming’s bed. Now I just need to sort out where I put essentially one whole rooms worth of stuff. It will be worth it though to have a room for Prince Charming. Having three of them share a room would just be too much!
Trying new bedtime routines out to be ready for the arrival of Prince Charming (coming to us in an unknown number of days or weeks…). Attempting to find a way to get Champ to bed without having to tell him off for anything, aka setting him up to succeed. Tonight was night three of letting him play while Buddy goes to sleep (so I don’t have to tell him to lie down and be quiet, over and over and over again), reading to him in the loungeroom and having our cuddles out there (so I don’t have to shush him and we can have a little chat), and putting him straight to bed and leaving to room (so he feels in control and has the choice to earn a sticker by staying in bed and going to sleep). It’s a pretty big boy way of doing things, and he wasn’t ready for it before, but I think he is now. And tonight was a total success. Hooray! I know that tomorrow may be a different story, but I’ll celebrate my successes when I get them 🙂
Meanwhile I’m back to rocking Buddy to sleep. I’ll take my cuddles while I can get them and leave it at that. Now all I need to do is get Prince Charming to go to sleep at 6.30 without needing a drawn out routine. Good thing he’s still a baby!
This is actually probably quite a boring post, doubt many of you are interested in the minutiae of my children’s bedtime routines, sorry bout that 😛