Winds of change...

It's been a few weeks since Doc left and the peace has been restored to our home.  It's the little things I took for granted that I most appreciate now...washing dishes and taking a shower IN PEACE.  No fights to break up. No tantrums.  Sprout is much happier. Change is good right?!?! We have decided to go back to the county we originally fostered for.  I sent a courtesy email to the agency supervisor because she has been with us the longest. Within 30 minutes I got a phone call from her asking "what the heck??". I explained that our move had nothing to do with her personally and that I felt that my character and integrity were questioned and my feelings were hurt.  I don't think I could have gotten any more transparent with her.  I know she was a bit taken back but I hope my honesty helped her understand where I was coming from. 

So, right now we will wait for our paperwork to be requested from the county and to get everything in order over there and we start a new, but familiar journey. I recently sold most of my foster care clothes stock.  I am starting new. I was absolutely clear with the county worker on the fact that we are willing to take 2 children ages 2 or 3 and under.  I would prefer a NB and a 1 yr old or NB twins but we'll see what we get called for.  Even though we are certified for 3...I can't see that happening.  Sprout is in his last year of preschool (update soon) and I am loving every minute with him. He'll be 5 years old this Christmas and I am so thankful that God chose to fulfill the deepest desires of my heart. We are truly blessed.  There is not a day that goes by that I don't look at him and KNOW I'm holding my dream come true.  More soon...

Moved...

Due to Doc's moms allegations and the fighting between Dos and Sprout, we requested she be moved to another foster home.  She left last Friday. She is now back in a foster home with Jaden. Praying for that family and for Doc.  Doc's mom took another jab at us last week and said that because Doc complained she was hungry and didn't have dinner (during one of their nightly phone calls) bio mom called on call. Doc had been in respite for the weekend and came home to us (at 6pm) having already eaten dinner.  (I have the text from foster mom saying she fed her).  When we got home Doc only asked for ice.  She wasn't 'hungry' until her mom asked her what she ate for dinner.  Well, the agency worker called the respite mom and asked her a bunch of questions about what, how much and when she fed Doc...as if I were lying.  It really bothers me that my word is not enough.  They all know that bio mom suffers from mental illness. This agency worker has been with me for 2 years...she was Baby Love's worker and Smiley's worker. She claims that I am one of her favorite homes. I am just so sad that it had to come to this. Doc is adjusting to living with her brother again and it seems like this foster home is a better fit for her.  We are back to a quiet house with less fighting too. Part of me felt like I broke my cardinal sin of fostering....never take a child older than your youngest. 
Well, we learned.  It will never happen again.