Our weekends are not usually memorable. This one was probably no exception, but it was interesting nonetheless. Here are a few "lights," not really high or low, just there:
- Louie has recently developed the bad habit of jumping onto the furniture. On Saturday, he jumped onto the chair by the window. As I opened my mouth to scold him, he jumped.
- Saturday looked like a sunny spring day, but stepping outside revealed the brisk forty-degree temperature. Oh yeah, it's still winter. Shhh, don't tell my flowers. They think it is actually spring.
- To top off a surprisingly productive Saturday around the house, I decided to bake something. The result was a reminder why baking inspiration rarely hits me, and why Louie has been confused by my use of the KitchenAid mixer BOTH of the times I have used it. Yes, that is approximately two times in the five months we have had Louie. Before you frown at my lack of baking, please review the result.
- I also made the mistake of reading a blog post about a foster/adopt situation that ended badly. According to the blogger, her family was very close to adopting their foster son when an unfortunate accident occurred. They were (unjustly) accused with abuse/neglect and the child was removed from their home. What if something like that happened to us? Kids trip, fall off their bikes, play hard, and get bumps and bruises. What if somebody thinks that we caused them? I suppose biological parents have these concerns, too. The stakes feel high for me. Adoption is our route to a family. An incident like that could mean we would never have a family. Gulp.
So, there you have a little insight into my weekend. Now we are off to watch the Super Bowl with friends. I don't have a team to cheer for, but I will be cheering on former foster child Brian Tyms.