Things have been so uber stressful with my job lately. I'm so not happy doing what I'm doing and I really feel like I should be doing other things BUT until those opportunities present themselves I have these little demonic things called bills that keep me locked up tight in this torture chamber called work. (And that was officially the longest sentence ever...my apologies.)
So, enough with the sad, depressing, makes me want to cry stuff.
In other news, in the last month my home was officially opened by DHS to allow me to foster kiddos! This still blows my mind, mostly because I'm a single 23 yr old girl that has no kids of my own, yet they trust me to love on these sweet babies. In the beginning I was only doing the classes and working to get my home opened to take in a sibling group in my community that had been split up. They have since returned home so I had decided to not take in any kids right now BUT I got a call about two weeks ago asking if I could take a sweet two week old baby boy. How can you say no to a gorgeous itty bitty?! Well, I couldn't, so now I'm "fomma" (my mothers creation.. foster + momma = fomma...don't ask) to the most cuddly, adorable, now three week old baby boy! I've had him for a week and a day and I can't even begin to explain how things have already changed for me, not just the obvious, but mentally and emotionally, things change so fast!
Keep this sweet baby and his bio family in your prayers, and remember me and my family also. It is so hard not to get attached, and I would be lying if I said this sweet little guy didn't already have me completely wrapped around his little finger!
We took Roxy and Baby Boy to the daffodil farm at Wye Mountain yesterday afternoon. Roxy loved it as usual (we have taken her every year for Easter pictures!) and Little Man was too sleepy to care. lol. (I would love to share pictures of him but since he is in DHS custody I can't post any. :( He's super cute though, you'll have to take my word for it!)
