Well, it's going to be some week. The Mr. just hopped a plane to somewhere hoping to seal the deal on millions of dollars worth of work. We like work. Work means pay checks and we like those a whole lot.
The Mr. traveling always means a little adventure in our days and nights, but we have some extra this week.
Little One is set up to have surgery on Wednesday. You know, the multiple hours in surgery, be there for check in by 6AM, stay overnight on our lovely pull out half a bed sleeper things. Fun times indeed.
It's enough when it's your own kiddo, but having it be one of my fosters brings an extra layer of hard.
And in foster land, anything and everything can happen. For example, even though everyone knew and I have been relentlessly reminding everyone that consents needed to be given two weeks prior to the surgery date, low and behold early this morning we learned...wait for it...nothing has been done.
I'm so shocked. I wish there was an insert sarcasm button for that.
So now it'll be on again, off again for the next 24 hours while everyone runs around like a squirrel on speed trying to get it all set. Well, everyone but me. I refuse. I've done this for far too long to start playing the game now. They can all run around and do the junk they should have done before.
I'm going to clean and prepare as if it's happening and then if it doesn't I'll have a clean and organized house for a few days. Then I'll be at the mercy of the scheduling ladies at Children's while we go around again. Welcome to cancelled summer plans. Whatever.
About Little One, though, he's not really all that little anymore. He's going to be 2 in just a few weeks. And no, not terrible two's. I've never really had terrible two's. Awful 3 1/2 to 4 1/2, but not terrible 2's. The 3's are always way more trying to me than the 2's.
Right about now, he's just being darn cute all the time. Everyday he has a handful of new words and pure delight over them. He's getting the clue that he can make some choices for himself and that's a good thing. We're learning his preferences when it comes to foods and books and toys. We love that he tells us when he's ready to go to bed.
He's also doing a few things I can't figure out. Every day he does this little blinky thing with his eyes. It's not in a way that makes me think his eyes are irritated or that he can't see. It's playful. He smiles and laughs while he's doing it. He also makes a sign (sign language) that I don't know and don't know where he would have learned it. Clearly he's trying to tell me something, but I don't know what it is.
Little One has also entered a stage where he's beginning to recognize that there's more and he wants more. All day long, he asks for a drink. I fill up his sipper cup and he drinks a little bit, maybe a quarter of the cup. Then he brings the cup back to me and asks for more. He doesn't want to drink from the cup unless it's full.
He says, well signs, please and thank you. He does take no for an answer some of the time, but I can't help but see it in a bigger way. He's not even two yet and it's the start of greed, the beginning of discontent, the seeds of worry and fear. Maybe it's just a mirror. After all, that's what everyone says all the time, that kids are just a mirror of their parents and since he's lived here all but 3 months of his life, we're by default, the parents.
Mirror may it be. That's how we are as humans, but it's not how God wants us to be. He easily provides all we need, the rub is just that we don't always recognize what we need, but we see clearly instead what we want. Just like a child. Being discontent with what God gives is a hard place to live. Worry and fear are a waste of time and a lack of trust. Now, I didn't say live unaware or unprepared, it's wise to look ahead and think about what may be coming your way, but to dwell on it, well, it's just not what God wants us to do with the time He gave us.
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