Foster Mom Adventures

Hope’s surgery went very well this morning, and now she is resting comfortably at home.  Well, actually she is coloring a picture right now because she won’t go to sleep, but that’s restful. All those prayers must have really worked because Hope slept late this morning and didn’t even cry about not being able to [...]

Several of you have asked me what in the world I mean by a tongue tie.  This picture of Hope licking the beater after we made cupcakes shows the problem that will be corrected.  The best source of information that I have found on the condition is on Wikipedia.  Laugh if you want, but if you’re [...]

I picked Faith up from camp yesterday, and I really must sing the praises of Camp Agape, which is a Christian bereavement camp for children.   Faith got to spend a four-day weekend riding horses, swimming, making crafts, and all sorts of other fun activities.  She had a buddy, Sandy, who was a retired fourth grade [...]

I have such fond memories of summer camp as a kid.  Well, maybe not from my first experience at Camp Winewaca, which include screened cabins and outdoor restrooms and showers, not to mention that gross lake we had to swim in.  But that was soon corrected when we received a flyer that showcased a camp [...]

I really didn’t mean to sound so down and discouraged in last night’s post.  My goal is to share my JOYS and frustration, and I fear I have fallen short on sharing the joys, and that certainly isn’t because there aren’t many. Today, Faith began her hectic schedule for the week.  It goes like this: [...]

I haven’t posted in a while, but that isn’t because we haven’t had A LOT going on.  It’s because I am too tied to post at night when the girls go to bed.  Sorry to disappoint my faithful readers, but that’s how it is. Tonight I can make an exception, because today I had a [...]

I owe you a report on the Trike-A-Thon, so here goes.  Prior to the big event, I really built it up and talked to Hope about helping the sick children at St. Jude’s.  I figured “helping” and “sick children” were concepts she could understand.  Wrong.  Every time I mentioned “helping,” “sick,” or “children,” or any [...]