McKenna and Cynthia
McKenna
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
When Life Throws You a Curve Ball.....
When life throws you a curve ball... you swing!
Last Sunday night we picked up McKeena Skye Morgan who is two years old. Her mother, who I spoke about in my last blog, was our foster daughter. Sarah (Skye) has asked us to adopt her because she has confidence in our ability to provide better for her than she can.
Monday I spent the day being freaked out by the responsibility and fears of the unknown. I'm feeling a little braver now. We haven't had much time to process everything and need support from others.
The plan is that we keep McKenna for two weeks and then if Spencer can't convince Sarah to let another family (that can't have children) adopt her, then we will proceed to start the adoption process.
McKenna came to us in bad condition. A dog recently attacked her so her face is covered in sores. Under her chin there is a laceration that is infected so she is on antibiotics. She has a staph infection on her leg and had a diaper rash. She has darling big brown eyes. We are hoping that with better nutrition her hair will come in thicker. She throws impressive tantrums and appears to attach herself onto anyone that gives her attention.
She loves our kids and wakes up happy to see us. She is 15 months older than Richard and 15 months younger than Cynthia. Alex asks if Mckenna can sit next to him and if she gets to stay with us. He said, "McKenna looks great" and later "McKenna is beautiful." Cynthia sees her more as a "Frenemy." A best friend and worst enemy. This morning Cynthia was looking at her like "Can my friend go home now?" Even though they are over a year apart McKenna and Cynthia wear the same size clothing and shoes. McKenna is about 1 1/2 inches shorter than Cynthia.
Pregnancies are very difficult for me and my heart is grumpy. I want a large family so this is a huge blessing but also a challenge. It would mean we would have five kids with the oldest being 7 years old. It has all come as a huge surprise. I know that Heavenly Father knows what he is doing and has a plan, whatever it may be we will do our best.
Last Sunday night we picked up McKeena Skye Morgan who is two years old. Her mother, who I spoke about in my last blog, was our foster daughter. Sarah (Skye) has asked us to adopt her because she has confidence in our ability to provide better for her than she can.
Monday I spent the day being freaked out by the responsibility and fears of the unknown. I'm feeling a little braver now. We haven't had much time to process everything and need support from others.
The plan is that we keep McKenna for two weeks and then if Spencer can't convince Sarah to let another family (that can't have children) adopt her, then we will proceed to start the adoption process.
McKenna came to us in bad condition. A dog recently attacked her so her face is covered in sores. Under her chin there is a laceration that is infected so she is on antibiotics. She has a staph infection on her leg and had a diaper rash. She has darling big brown eyes. We are hoping that with better nutrition her hair will come in thicker. She throws impressive tantrums and appears to attach herself onto anyone that gives her attention.
She loves our kids and wakes up happy to see us. She is 15 months older than Richard and 15 months younger than Cynthia. Alex asks if Mckenna can sit next to him and if she gets to stay with us. He said, "McKenna looks great" and later "McKenna is beautiful." Cynthia sees her more as a "Frenemy." A best friend and worst enemy. This morning Cynthia was looking at her like "Can my friend go home now?" Even though they are over a year apart McKenna and Cynthia wear the same size clothing and shoes. McKenna is about 1 1/2 inches shorter than Cynthia.
Pregnancies are very difficult for me and my heart is grumpy. I want a large family so this is a huge blessing but also a challenge. It would mean we would have five kids with the oldest being 7 years old. It has all come as a huge surprise. I know that Heavenly Father knows what he is doing and has a plan, whatever it may be we will do our best.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
I'm a Grandma, Again.
On 9-9-09 Sarah (Skye) had her second child born and named him Jordan. Sarah was our foster daughter about 5 years ago. Which makes me a grandma. Weird. I was also there with Sarah when she delivered McKenna two years ago. Which give me a strong connection to these babies. It is always a beautiful moment to see a baby come into the world. Baby Jordan was at Primary Childrens Hospital this week with a staff infection. Hopefully this cute boy starts feeling better from here on out. I worry about this little family but there is always hope.
Picasso's Apprentice
I came home from walking Katrina to school last week.
Spencer said: Richard had a pencil.
Me: Did you take it away?
Spencer: Yes, but he was coloring on the wall.
Me: What?
Okay he is 10 months old. I'm thinking it was one little line scribble. But NO, I was wrong and the proof is in the pudding (or photograph).
It just happens to be on the same wall I showed a picture of in my post My Little Picasso. A few days after the penciling graffiti, we got a confession from Picasso, concerning one very straight line around half her room in red crayon. Hmmmnnn, I'm thinking Richard had a master instructor. What do you think? I think I need to stock up on Magic Erasers.
Spencer said: Richard had a pencil.
Me: Did you take it away?
Spencer: Yes, but he was coloring on the wall.
Me: What?
Okay he is 10 months old. I'm thinking it was one little line scribble. But NO, I was wrong and the proof is in the pudding (or photograph).
It just happens to be on the same wall I showed a picture of in my post My Little Picasso. A few days after the penciling graffiti, we got a confession from Picasso, concerning one very straight line around half her room in red crayon. Hmmmnnn, I'm thinking Richard had a master instructor. What do you think? I think I need to stock up on Magic Erasers.
Eeeewwww Gross!
I am trying to not dry heave just thinking about it. I was playing with Alex on the computer and I looked down and saw Ricard chewing on something from the trash can, it looked like it was beef jerky. I wish it was beef jerky. It was a dried out cat hairball. DRY HEAVE!
He has been really grumpy today. I would be too if I only had a gross hairball to teeth on!
I did get this smile out of him. Notice the runny nose that comes with the teething.
He has been really grumpy today. I would be too if I only had a gross hairball to teeth on!
I did get this smile out of him. Notice the runny nose that comes with the teething.
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