Week 3

It was our turn to bring snacks tonight to our foster/adoption class.  I may be an overachiever.  This is the way it went...

Tim: Bring double-stuffed Oreos and milk.
Me: But Jessica (the girl who brought snacks last week) brought chili so maybe people are expecting dinner.
Tim: It is supposed to be SNACKS!
Me:  But she brought CHILI!
Tim: SNACKS!
Me:  CHILI!!!
Tim: So they can stop by McDonald's on their way home.
Me:  ??? (Imagine me looking at my husband with a baffled expression on my face)

So I make cocktail meatballs, spinach and herb dip with two kinds of crackers, Truffle Fudge Brownies, and grapes.  Why do I do this?  Because I have never made any meal (for my family OR friends) that has not involved leftovers.  I think that if I don't make enough food for everyone, the world just may come to an end.  Needless to say, we had 4 leftover meatballs (enough for Tim to eat as soon as we got home), 4 leftover brownies (enough for the kiddos who were so hoping we would have leftovers), leftover spinach dip and crackers (who doesn't need leftover spinach dip???) and enough grapes for me to snack on tomorrow.  See.  It all worked out well.  Except that everyone in the class is ticked that there are high expectations now.  I told the couple who is bringing treats next week to please just bring double-stuffed Oreos and milk.

I am not going to give you any info on the class tonight as it was depressing.  Talking about loss and grieving.  I have had enough of that to last me a lifetime so I am just going to say that we are one more week closer to being approved to do foster care or adopt!  Yay!

My children.  I love them.  I really do.  They make me laugh every day.  Today they did not have school.  Today I did not work.  It was an awesome rainy day to just chill together, relax, and hang out.  Matthew had his good buddy, Leighton, over and Emily was at a friend's house.  First thing that happened was that Abigail woke me up saying, "Look at my eye."  Since our room was pitch black and I was still coming out of a nice dream, I said, "Oh, looks pretty."  She said, "No, LOOK at it.  I think I have pink eye."  Turns out the poor child has pink eye so badly that it looks like her eyes are bleeding.  I have lots of pink eye meds around here.  My kids get it a lot.  The problem is that they all contain sulfa meds, which Abby is REALLY allergic to.  When she was 3 months old, she had an ear infection.  Within 15 minutes of receiving the first dose, she was in full-body hives.  A year ago, she had swimmers ear so I used some ear drops that Emily had to help and she broke out in full-body hives.  Turns out the medicine had sulfa in it (this is why you shouldn't share medicines, by the way) and they told us that if she had a reaction to EAR drops, that we need to be very careful.  So anyway, the medicine that she can use had to be picked up by Tim which means I get to take a sick day with her tomorrow.  YAY!!!  Um, I mean, suck.  I have to take a sick day.

Then later in the morning, as I was making lunch for the kids, they were playing hide and seek and it was Sophia's turn to be "it".  As she was counting, she was coloring on a new dry-erase board that I got.  She brought it to me and had made a connect-the-dot for me to do.  I did it.  I keep cooking.  She keeps coloring.  All of the sudden, I hear Matthew, Leighton, and Abby all yell out, "SOPHIA!!!" and Sophia startles and says, "Oh!!! Ready or not, here I come!!!!"  This is why a spacey child should never be "it".

After lunch, the kids decide to play Pictionary.  Leighton knows how to play the game but just can't remember what the letters stand for.  I explain that they are for the different categories and he asks a couple of other questions and then they are ready to play.  He and Matthew against Abby and Sophia.  They go first.  Leighton starts drawing.  Matthew watches.  Leighton keeps drawing.  Matthew watches.  Abby and Sophia whisper/giggle to themselves, "I know what it is!".  Leighton draws a little more and finally says, "Matt, you are supposed to guess!" and Matthew says, "OH!  An ice cream cone!"  The drawing had about three scoops by then.

The moral of these two stories is: Do not choose a Cronquist to be on your team if you are playing a game!!!