CAT tastrophe!

Near CAT tastrophe averted. This twit wants to be an outdoor cat not realizing a)it's illegal b) the neighbours illegal cats would likely kill him and c) if someone found him they would possibly keep him. More so he does not realize...and this is most important....my life would become a living nightmare of sobbing, depressed children because as you know....he is the chosen among chosen of cats. 

He was outside unbeknownst to me when I left the house at 11:30 and we returned at 4:30.

He is the first thing two of the kids look for.

I hope he had the bejeebers scared out of him and was really really hot in his luscious fur coat and +28 degrees.

Jerk.

Parenting teens has to be in my mind the equivalent of being a lion tamer.  When the lion is really really angry.  And a girl.  With differences in wiring.

It's wrong to use a whip though right?

(don't worry.  The question was rhetorical)

Trust me

Dear Neurology Fellow in the big bad adult healthcare system. I have six....count them six kids with seizures. All kinds of seizures. Big ones, small ones, middle of the road sized seizures. I know what causes them in my kids and I know what to look for in drug reactions and interactions. I know if my kids are sick or hinting at getting sick, what seizures are only specific to certain times of the month and what if anything might be causing an out of ordinary increase in seizure activity. On a given day I can be witness to give or take five or so seizures of all different varieties depending on the child and their creative nature that day. We also score points around her for gymnastic ability while semi conscious. This all being said....trust me when I tell you whatever it is I am telling you. It's just easier that way.

Trust me

Come'on Friday! You can do it!

Here we are Friday.  You know you are a big event day in this house.  Fridays over the years have traditionally been days where I would receive calls that may or may not mean a baby is coming and then the office is closed for the weekend before I could back to them or we have to wait until the following week to meet.  It was a Friday also when Ailish died.  Fridays then are sort of the yank the Wheatley chain day of the week.  This is why I traditionally love Mondays unlike most folk.  Mondays are when everyone is back to work and things get moving.

Today would be a perfect day to be called to adopt a newborn baby.  Just sayin.  First it's Friday.  Second....well never mind there is no second.  Every day is a perfect day to be called about a baby.

So remember everyone....especially you Canadian folks......spread the word.  We're here with open arms to welcome a new little bundle.

Ivey

I have no idea how to link the right way but this lovely girl's story touches me.  She is listed with Reeces Rainbow and is available for adoption.  If any of you have ever had a thought at international adoption.....Ivey needs you!

Ivey

Girl, born 2001
Arthrogryposis

From a family that met her early 2014: She is SO smart and funny and has the best sense of humor. When we were in there, she asked the staff if it was possible to get a family for herself, but they felt the answer would be no- because no one would want someone as badly disabled as she was. She can do nothing for herself physically, her limbs are twisted very badly, and unlike many of the others, she cannot feed herself. She lies on the couch and another older girl, also disabled, comes and feeds her. But she is amazing- despite her lack of formal schooling, she has memorized poems, and such. But she is also a fantastic conversationalist. She reads, can write some (limitations of her arms), has an incredible memory and method of delivery of things she has memorized (she also sang for us). She loves the color yellow and loves dressing up to feel pretty. She also loves to watch cartoons, but is ok with “serious dramas” on tv too lol! she’s spending her days on a couch, wishing for a family she fears will never come because her limbs are twisted and she cannot be “useful.” I am praying with all my heart that there is a family out there that recognizes that a person’s worth is not measured by what they can physically do- and will cross the ocean to call her daughter, because I truly believe she would be an incredible addition to a family. She’s spunky and overcame her hesitation about potential rejection, in order to ask me if I would please see if I could find her a family.

$365.40 has been donated towards the cost of my adoption!

Just got word I have a vomiter on their way home. Lucky the seven year old is asking if she can do anything for me. Her offer was rescinded when I told her she could look after everyone when they got home as I thought a nap might be nice. "No way I'm not looking after someone who is vomitting! What if someone poops?!" Welcome to my world Sista. Welcome to my world

the wait continues

It might not come as a shock to any of you but I have not yet been successful in adopting a new baby.  Yet.  Hope continues to spring eternal and as much of a long shot as it might seem it ain't over till it's over and the fat lady sings.  I'm not singing.  Yet.

Since November there were a few glimmers of hope that our wait would be over and the baby of my dreams would be coming home.  There has been a dry spell of those too.

I am doing what I can to increase the awareness that we are ready and willing and able.  I don't think there is a single person I have talked to that doesn't know my desire to adopt a baby.  I keep in contact with the few private agencies we have here.  I have tried calling other provinces but the way our country completes adoptions it would definitely be an even longer shot unless of course the family themselves became aware of me and then a direct placement could be made then making sure all the rules and regulations of each province were met.  This is why I shamelessly talk about it.  Word of mouth might just be what tips the scales for me.  So pssst spread the word especially if you're local....but even if you're not.

I know, I KNOW there is one more baby out there for us.

What I don't know is whether both baby and I will be in diapers by the time they get here.....