It all came out OK

Well Mr. Ben did poop the night I wrote my last blog. It was just normal breast fed baby poop, soft and yellowish brownish. He was happy as a clam before, during, and after.  I'm not sure that the suppositories did anything considering he didn't poo til about 12 hours after the second one, but it didn't bother him when I gave them to him so that's good I guess.  And his poo wasn't hard so that is good also.

Still no closing date set on the house. I'm getting a little bit anxious because the first day of school at our new district is August 14. This seems awfully early to me, but what do I know.  Anyway, that is less than 2 months away.  We have to close on our house so we can have an address in the school district, and move at the bare minimum, plus get enrolled and all that good stuff. We wanted to be able to paint and stuff before we moved in but I'm not sure if that is going to happen. The good news is that even if we don't have time to do anything the house is livable as is.  Just not very pretty. :)

Ben's cousin (his brother from another mother/chubby doppelganger) is in the hospital with a fever. Poor baby!  This is the cousin that was supposed to be born within a few weeks of Ben, but since Ben decided to come so early he wasn't born until about 3 months later.  Praying for him, I don't think they know what is wrong yet. I can't imagine how hard that must be.  I mean I know what it's like to have a child in the hospital but at least we knew what was wrong! Most of the time anyway.

D is away at church camp this week.  Yay!  I'm not gonna lie, it's nice to have a bit of a break from him. He has to argue with me about every.single.thing.  Like, this is a normal conversation:

Me: Why did your alarm go off at 6:45 this morning?
Him: It didn't.
Me: Yes it did. (I was nursing Ben in the living room and it took him a good minute or two to turn it off and it was LOUD, so I did hear it).
Him: No, it didn't.
Me: *give him that "seriously?" look*
Him: It went off at 6:50.
Me: *face palm* OK. So why did your alarm go off at 6:50 this morning?

So frustrating! This situation happens multiple times a day.  He and I are complete opposites on the personality spectrum. I don't think two people could be more different than he and I are.  He's been just a royal pain in the butt this summer vacation. He keeps talking about how he's going to move out when he's 16, he has to make it a point to tell us he's just trying to survive the next 4 years so he can get away from us. When someone innocently refers to Brian or I as his dad or mom he gives them a stare down/stink eye.  He always asks for my advice then does the opposite. Or if I ask him what he thinks or encourage him to do what he thinks is best he gets all butt hurt. I'm really not sure what is so bad about living here, besides the fact that we are not his biological parents.  I think he has it pretty good, he has a lot of freedom, responsibility, he gets to do stuff like this camp (which cost a lot of money!) and play all kinds of sports and has his own room...yeah.

I just want to yell at him THIS IS NOT OUR FAULT! We did not cause your mom to fail. We did not cause other family members to not come forward for you. We did not cause your dad to disappear. All we did was say "yes" when you needed a temporary home, and say "yes" when you needed a forever home. That's it.  I mean obviously we committed to a LOT more than that but we don't even have to go there.  Maybe he won't ever understand and I guess that's ok.  I'll be interested to see how he feels about it in about 10 years.

Before he left for camp I ask him to make sure all his stuff around the house was picked up.  He did not. So I picked up the stuff he left out and put it in a tub. And he has to do a chore for each item if he wants it back. I'm really excited about it. I mean I know he'll be pissed, but a lot more housework is going to get done! I already anticipated he'll just feign disinterest in the items in the tub and allow them to sit there for eternity (or until he decides he needs them), so we are putting a one-week limit on the time items can remain in the tub. If they are still there after one week, they go in the trash.  I'm very tired of picking up stuff he leaves around the house. And socks...oh the socks!  He is going to run out of socks in short order if he's not careful!

Today is Y's 4th birthday. I can hardly believe it! It has been 3 years and 2 days since Y and D moved in with us.  Time has gone so fast and yet so slow also.  He is getting so big. It's so hard to believe how grown up he is getting.  He was tiny 18 pounds when he moved in, and he slept all.the.time.  If he was in the car for more than 2 minutes he'd sleep, he'd take 2-3 hour naps on a regular basis, went to bed early and slept late. The poor kid was so sleep deprived in his previous foster home. That's kind of funny that that is the number one thing I remember about him at that age - how much he slept!  Maybe now that I am so sleep deprived I don't take sleep for granted as much. ;)

This has rambled on long enough I suppose.


  1. Thanks for the details about the poop- I know I was anxiously waiting around to hear about all of that! Sorry D is a pain-but he will come around eventually, I'm sure. I think his attitude is much age-related as it is circumstance related. I taught middle school/high school for too many years and this sounds so familiar. We'll keep praying for all of you.

  2. Hope things move quickly on the house,playing the waiting game can be so frustrating.D sounds like a normal teenager. I have two sons 18 and 14 and I have to ask them over and over to pick items up sometimes they do and sometimes it is so much easier to do it myself. You really have to pick your battles and let somethings slide it sounds to me that he is doing really well for all that he has been through in his life.I do think he will someday more fully understand and appreciate all you have done for him untill then you need to just keep loving him and try to see how hard it would be to be in his situation. I'm sure he feels alot of rejection it has to hurt his little heart alot!


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