Today was a like grand central station for children’s services. It was busy at our house too.
First, I got a call for a little boy. They found him wandering. No one knew who he was or where he was from. We immediately said yes.
A few hours later, I got a call saying that the boy was fine (whatever that means) and that they didn’t need us… except they were getting a baby boy and since we were already prepared for a child, if we wanted this one we could have him. So, we said yes. Again.
Then, my phone rang again. Seriously. This time they were looking for a placement for another little boy. different than the first two. I did not call back this time.
I am happy to report, that our little boy arrived this evening. He’s beautiful and mostly healthy, praise the Lord. He’s fat. And at 10 months has a mouth full of teeth and is walking. Amazing.
He doesn’t understand how to eat with a spoon and wasn’t thrilled with our whole wheat bread and peanut butter dinner. He also came with Cheetos, sugar cookies, chocolate milk, the onsie he was wearing, a pair of shoes and package of diapers that smelled of cigarette smoke and something else I cannot place (marijuana perhaps) and two aerosol cans of air freshener. huh. I threw it all in the garage and to be sorted, trashed, or salvaged later.
He seems pretty happy. He went to bed relatively easy (compared to our others, God bless him!) It looks like he may be here a while, which will be a welcome change from the typical revolving door we maintain.
Also, Simeon was like super boy as soon as… I’ll call him Claudius… arrived. It seems this was the thing he needed to break him out of a funk. Babies do wonders for our souls here. Now, let’s just pray he sleeps through the night.