Fostering Experience Part 2

September 7th

Exciting day! The foster family has already brought some things for the boys' room. They will bring the rest, the beds and the boys. Wow! I bought them each a plate/bowl set with their favorite characters as their welcome gift. We got snacks, and are as ready as we can be.

Move in was pretty quick overall, then we ate lunch and decided to go to the playground and get ice cream afterwards. We played and met some friends and then before we were ready to leave I slipped off the playground and broke my foot. Yep. You read that right. I broke my foot. I called a friend to pick me up to bring me to the ER. Hubby took the boys to get ice cream. And you got it... I spent most of the evening in the ER with my friend who I owe forever.

When I got home the boys were still awake, they wanted to make sure I was okay.  I was in a soft cast until Monday. Which I already had off because it was my birthday. Sigh. Yeah. A friend came over and brought dinner, cake and cleaned up the house a bit. Heart full. So full.

I ended up in a walking boot for about 7 or 8 weeks. I was on crutches/scooter for a few weeks as well. It was quite interesting. This goes back to my regret: I did not take off work. I was suddenly raising a 3 & 6 yo with a broken foot and a husband who travels for work (oh, did I forget to mention that?)- though he was there the majority of the time.

My parents decided to come out, thank them forever, to spend a couple weeks with us and the boys. Things overall were going well, we started a routine. We had a daycare for both of them (daycare for the 3 yo and a before/aftercare for the 6 yo). The neighborhood kids really were taking in the boys and the boys enjoyed being part of the neighborhood. It was fall, good weather and outdoor time.

6 yo had a birthday and turned 7, birthday party with neighborhood families and his new grandparents. It was a big day. Things were moving along. They were fitting, we were trying to figure out their fit and our fit as parents. 7 yo was doing well at school. 3 yo was too. Both making new friends and like their teachers. It's the epitome of the honeymoon period.