I’m pretty sure I broke my toe this morning tripping over something or another strewn across the floor. That was the only downside of today though!
DCF held a foster family fun day at a local park/zoo this afternoon. They had lunch (hot dogs, hamburgers, etc), a bouncy house, pony rides, balloon animals, and a raffle. It sounded super fun and was something free to do on a Saturday afternoon, so we went for it. As with all things, Monica had a blast. There was a pretty wide range of people there, but I would say most of the kids were 3-9 years old. There were a few little ones, and a smattering of preteens and teens. The families included foster parents, kinship foster families (those caring for children related to them), and foster/adoptive families. It wasn’t very baby-centric (there weren’t many babies to cater to anyway), but we had fun just playing in the grass. E and I decided to make friends there (since we have had trouble finding a foster support community), and were kind of awkwardly on the prowl. Lucky for us, a young couple with a little one only 3 weeks younger than Monica sat down right next to us. They are an adoptive family with a super cute little guy. Not only is the little one super close in age to Monica, he was also placed with them only a week before Monica was placed with us. Since the world only gets smaller, I’ll also mention that the grandparents live in the town next to the one I grew up in (in Ohio), and the husband is almost as big a baseball fan as E. Monica and the little guy had fun playing together/near each other/sharing toys. Oh, and I won the first raffle prize – an edible arrangement (which has obviously already been eaten).
After family fun day, we took a family trip to Target. For any of you who have been to our home in the past two months, you are probably aware of its current state. Now, E and I are generally neat people. And I say “neat” here to mean both “awesome slash super cool” AND “kind of anal and very tidy.” It may sound a bit of a contradiction in terms, but go with me here. Add to the mix a baby and all of her accompanying stuff, and things have gotten a little out of hand (though most people who come over think we’re crazy for saying our house is a sty). Given the temporary nature of all of this, we have hesitated to change much in terms of how our home is set up. Read: we haven’t wanted to buy a place to put all of her toys. So we haven’t. We had everything in little baskets on the floor, but it was driving me batty because you could still see everything. It was a glorified pile of toys and other baby related crap. Ugh. Anyway, back to Target. We finally broke down and bought a little shelf to put all of Monica’s things in and we already feel a million times better sitting in the living room. It’s amazing how much a glorified pile can affect my ability to relax. Life is good. I am kicking myself that I forgot to take a “before” picture (I literally said out loud that I wanted to too … dummy). Those of you who’ve been here will appreciate this (or maybe you think I’m nuts, which I’m also fine with). For readers who haven’t had the pleasure, I’m putting in an old blog pic that doesn’t fully capture the pile, but at least should give you an idea.
Needless to say, this is my new favorite thing. Speaking of new favorite things … Monica’s current game of choice is starting to get on my nerves (when it isn’t cracking me up). She constantly takes whatever she’s holding, holds it out over the edge of the changing table/high chair/stroller/grocery cart, looks us in the eye and says “uh ohhh …” then drops it. Hilarious slash super annoying slash adorable. I love that she knows what “uh oh” means now. She used to just say it whenever the spirit moved her. I just can’t get enough.