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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-4121847035179745886</id><published>2012-01-27T08:15:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:48:16.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clowns'/><title type='text'>New Places, New Experiences, New People</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;First.... for those of you interested, Shyanne did earn a sticker yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday Shy and I went to the Northeast Clown Institute being held in Plymouth, Ma. It is a short ride from where we live and Shy likes clowns. I know that there are a lot of people who think clowns are creepy, but Shy likes them.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the clowns I know are all pretty good guys. The main reason we went up there was so I could see some friends of mine. You see this institute is run by the Shriner's Organization. They have clowns at all of their temples and they go around to different events that children may be at, and also work at the Shrine Circus events held around the country.&lt;br /&gt;Most people have heard about the Shriner's Hospitals and all the good work they do. All the funding for those hospitals comes from the Shriners, so they are definitely a great organization, and one I know all Shriners are proud of.&lt;br /&gt;I have two friends from Maine who are Shrine clowns and they were going to be there. One was actually the "Dean" of the institute. So Shy an I went up there. Since their wives were not coming DW was not real interested so she had some alone time at the house while Shy and I had some "Princess/daddy" together time.&lt;br /&gt;We watched as all the clowns paraded on stage for a make-up competition. Unfortunately, they didn't announce winners until the next morning, so we don't know who won. (neither of my friends participated in that particular part). When that was over, Shy and I waited until my two friends could get away. In the meantime, Shy collected cards from all the clowns, and had her face painted as a butterfly by a clown. She really enjoyed all of that.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to dinner. We ate at a nice Italian restaurant, and said our good-byes and went home. IT was a great day. Anytime we take Shy anywhere or do anything out of the ordinary she just eats it up. She loves doing things that are different. The more we do different things, the more she thrives. It is the sitting around at home that she doesn't like so much, and that is why there are days that she does not earn a sticker.&lt;br /&gt;She just needs to be doing new things, experiencing new places, and having fun with other people. The cruise in 3 weeks should be just up her alley!!! and ours too!! None of us can wait for that trip and vacation. I am sure I will have plenty of stories to tell when we return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-4121847035179745886?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4121847035179745886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-places-new-experiences-new-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4121847035179745886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4121847035179745886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-places-new-experiences-new-people.html' title='New Places, New Experiences, New People'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-766853258414228384</id><published>2012-01-26T09:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:36:19.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stickers</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;When we went to play therapy this week, the therapist gave us some stickers to give to Shyanne when she has a good day. That was on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they came from the therapist, it is very important to Shy that she gets a sticker every day. She really thinks they are special, and she wants to be able to tell the therapist that she has gotten them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she did not get a sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very upset about that, but we are hoping that today turns into a better day and she can get a sticker. She has two friends coming home with her after school today. I don't know if that will be a good thing or a bad thing, but as long as she wants to be good and get one of these stickers hopefully it will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was getting ready to leave for work this morning I told her she needed to be good enough to get a sticker today. After that she wanted a big hug and a kiss. Then as I was pouring my coffee in the kitchen and getting ready to leave, I was yelled to three different times in a 5 minute period from the bedroom area of the house. What was she yelling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her too. I hope she earns a sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-766853258414228384?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/766853258414228384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/stickers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/766853258414228384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/766853258414228384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/stickers.html' title='Stickers'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6877231576781165344</id><published>2012-01-25T09:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:00:20.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning Isn't Everything....Or Is It?</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Now to most of us, winning isn't everything (except maybe when you are talking Patriots and Super Bowl, or Red Sox and World Series). But in our everyday life when we are playing a game of cards with our spouse or playing chess or sorry with our children, winning isn't the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that in our hearts and on many occasions, we express that to our children. When I sit down or lie on the bed to play a game with Shy, it is all about playing the game. It is about having fun together and enjoying each other's company. It is about quality family time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing it is about is who wins and who loses. Yet no matter how many times we say that, to Shy (and I know most other children as well) it is all about winning. Shy just can't stand to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she plays basketball at school. She played T-Ball last year and they didn't keep score in those games. As a result, there is no winner or loser. That is the way it should be. The only thing is, how do you play sorry, or Candyland, or Chess and not have a winner or a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way the game ends is when someone wins and someone loses. Now I want Shy to be competitive and I want her to have some drive to do well, but I don't want her to become all obsessed with the winning and losing. I want her to enjoy the games we play for just that purpose. Enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never make a big deal out of who wins and who loses, but still she can get very upset when she loses. Sometimes to the point of not wanting to play or just leaving and pouting. Again, I know this is far from uncommon and actually is way too common. I just don't like it and don't want Shy to become a sore sport, or just not enjoy playing when she isn't winning. I want her to have enjoyment for the person who wins. whomever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I could only play games that don't have a winner and loser. You know like playing house or playing with dolls. But that isn't really my thing. So, how do I instill in Shy the fact that sometimes it is OK to compete and do well and maybe not be so happy when you lose, but that it is more important to be a good sport and congratulate the person who wins and not be such a sore loser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6877231576781165344?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6877231576781165344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/winning-isnt-everythingor-is-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6877231576781165344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6877231576781165344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/winning-isnt-everythingor-is-it.html' title='Winning Isn&apos;t Everything....Or Is It?'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-1607008664229348103</id><published>2012-01-24T07:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T07:58:00.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy Girl Scout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Sye2I3OAEw/Tx6mQQ9sYtI/AAAAAAAAJ5M/HTMgBBt0Zwc/s1600/daisy%2Bscout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701176976659473106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Sye2I3OAEw/Tx6mQQ9sYtI/AAAAAAAAJ5M/HTMgBBt0Zwc/s320/daisy%2Bscout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Shy became officially a "Daisy" Girl Scout. While this isn't a very good picture, Shy is the one getting her daisy pin. She was very proud of that and was even wearing her little vest at home after dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It used to be that mothers everywhere would be working hard sewing on all the patches, and all the troop numbers. I guess Girl Scouting has gotten really big, as her troop number is a 5 digit number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DW is very thankful that all the numbers and patches now come in the iron on variety. Follow the instructions and they should all stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am not a vast wealth of knowledge about Girl Scouting and what the vision of Juliette Gordon Lowe was when she started Girl Scouts a century ago. What I do know is that this is yet another opportunity for Shy to spend time with girls her own age. Do the things that girls like to do, and do it with some guidance and mentoring provided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is just what Shy needs. It is truly a perfect fit. I don't know how long she will spend in scouting. Whether or not she will just be a daisy and never go on, or if she will advance all the way up to Senior Girl Scouts and get the Gold Award someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really doesn't matter. For right now, Daisies is perfect for her and she loves it!!! (personally, the cookies aren't bad either!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-1607008664229348103?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1607008664229348103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/daisy-girl-scout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1607008664229348103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1607008664229348103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/daisy-girl-scout.html' title='Daisy Girl Scout'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Sye2I3OAEw/Tx6mQQ9sYtI/AAAAAAAAJ5M/HTMgBBt0Zwc/s72-c/daisy%2Bscout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-813367514821162981</id><published>2012-01-23T11:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:55:11.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriots and Loud Noises</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;I am a big Patriots fan, and have been for as long as I can remember. I am old enough to have been around when the AFL was formed, and the Boston Patriots started playing at Nickerson Field on the ampus of Boston University. I think they played three seasons there before playing a few over at Fenway Park and then on to their own stadium (Shaefer Stadium) at Foxboro, MA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a much bigger Red Sox fan, but during the late fall and into the winter, I am all Patriots. The problem with that is that Shyanne really does not do loud moises well. She is much better now then she was when she first came, but she is till not totally over her sensitivity to loud noises. It used to be that ambulances and motorcycles would cause her to cry uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, unfortunately it is mostly yelling and screaming that she can't handle. Needless to say, yesterdays game required a lot of that in order for me to help the Patriots get through to the Super Bowl. Now my family has told me that the Pats can't hear me from our living room as I yell into the TV Set. They also tell me the Refs can't here me wither, and when I suggest a play, they tell me the coaching staff can't here me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they are wrong. I worked so hard yesterday, I am dead tired today. By anyone's account that was a very difficult game, and I worked as hard as anyone. (Except maybe Vince Wilfork).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to learn to keep my voice down a little bit, but it is a ways from hear to Foxboro, and I want to make sure they get the word. It is even longer to Indianapolis and that is going to be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to get Shyanne more involved in the Patriots so that she is yelling and sceraming with me. If they play there the way they played yesterday, a win may not be possible, and I may end up in the ER. So let's hope they play really well, run up the score and get revenge for the 2008 loss in Super Bowl XLII to the NY Giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-813367514821162981?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/813367514821162981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/patriots-and-loud-noises.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/813367514821162981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/813367514821162981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/patriots-and-loud-noises.html' title='Patriots and Loud Noises'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-8642614168977469963</id><published>2012-01-20T08:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:08:32.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish for Today</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;"Hard to Say Goodbye" has to be somewhere in the lyrics of hundreds of songs. maybe there are even thousands of songs with that line somewhere in the lyrics. That is because it is true, especially for Shy. She just hates saying goodbye. I think it keeps her from saying hello sometimes too, as she knows deep down that when she says hello, that means at some point there will be a good-bye coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she had her first play-date with a friend coming right home from school with her. They both had a wonderful time. They had a snack when they arrived, and they went right to playing. They played "Sorry" for a little while, then they played with dolls for a while. They had to get dressed up in "princess" clothing and put on a fashion show for DW and I as well. They went outside on the swing-set for about 15 minutes and also played with a few other things. They certainly kept busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then her friend's father arrived at the appointed time (5:30) and Shyanne just started crying. I mean really sobbing. She was so sad that it was time for her friend to go home. It didn't matter how much we told her she would see her again at school in the morning or that she could come over again, she still did not want to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know some of that was because she was having fun and just didn't want the fun to end. That is normal for all of us. But with Shy, it is far beyond that. She has never liked to say good-bye to anyone. No matter who they are or what they were there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was yet another example. As usual, she didn't want me to go to work. I was all ready to go and pouring my coffee into my travel mug when I heard her start calling for me and then all of a sudden she was in tears. I went running and found her in the hall on the floor crying. In her rush to get to me before I left, she had fallen right on her face and hurt her nose. She was again in tears. Then when I held her and gave her a hug and a kiss she didn't want to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all along I have been thinking that this is because she was taken from her family at a very young age and when she said goodbye to her mother that day, she was sure she would be seeing her again, and while she did see her again, eventually it got to the point where she doesn't see her anymore. As a matter of fact, she hasn't seen her mother now for August of 2009, and before August, 2009 had not seen her since January of 2009. So in the last 3 years, she has only seen her that one time 2 1/2 years ago. Keeping in mind she was only 26 months old when she was removed from her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about the inner workings of a child's mind, but I do know that this little girl hates to say good-bye, and when it is me that she hates to say good-bye to, it just makes me feel all that much worse. I hope there is a day when she can overcome this fear/hatred/loathing of saying goodbye. That is my wish for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-8642614168977469963?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8642614168977469963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-wish-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8642614168977469963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8642614168977469963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-wish-for-today.html' title='My Wish for Today'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-2719616256467731062</id><published>2012-01-19T12:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:14:49.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Media</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Shy had Chess club right after school and then swimming after dinner. (All that activity and she still didn't sleep through the night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she loved Chess club. She has learned the names of some of the pieces and knows that they move differently depending on the piece. I guess they had older kids playing with the younger ones kind of teaching them the game. They have this twice a week after school, and she is looking forward to it. I am definitely buying a chess set this weekend so we can teach her more at home. I use to play a lot of chess in my younger days and having someone to play with now will be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked her up at school at 4:00pm and then it was home. She had time to do her homework before we had dinner at 5:30 and then it was off to swimming. She is making such great progress there. We feel it is important that she be a good swimmer especially now that we live so close to water, and she has certainly learned a lot in these classes. Last night she was able to swim from the edge of the pool out about 20 feet or so and back again. She did this without any floatation assistance or anyone holding on to her. Her form wasn't anything spectacular, but swimming that far on her own will certainly keep her out of any trouble when we are on the cruise chip next month, and by this summer she should be an even stronger swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming it was back home. Into the shower to get all of the chlorine washed off, and then it was just about time for a story and bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does the title have to do with that. Well, there was a story on the news about how many hours of media input children are getting these days. By media they were referring not only to television, but to computers, Ipads, smartphones and all of those types of devices. At some ages they were averaging over 10 hours a day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that the extent of Shyanne's media exposure is much more limited. She gets a little TV and computer time in the morning after she is ready for school, and then she gets a little more after she comes home from school on the days when there are no activities. But on a day like yesterday, I know total media exposure was less than one hour, and in my opinion that is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she is having her very first "friend from school home on a play date after school" event. I will fill you in on how that goes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-2719616256467731062?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2719616256467731062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/too-much-media.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2719616256467731062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2719616256467731062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/too-much-media.html' title='Too Much Media'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-4308268086753318837</id><published>2012-01-18T08:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T08:39:29.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does Xylophone start with an "X"?</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Shy is doing really well in school, and we are certainly happy for that. One way we can tell how well she is doing by the questions she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she is just in first grade, there is a big focus on reading and writing. She reads wonderfully and loves to write as well. When we go away on vacation next month she will be keeping a journal and I am looking forward to including some of her journal entries right here in this blog. I think it will be interesting for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is really a good writer in terms of putting her thoughts together, getting them on the paper and making them flow rather smoothly. In my mind those are great accomplishments for a little girl who just turned 6 in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one area that doesn't work so well is spelling. Yes, there are those words that come up frequently in reading and writing sometimes referred to as "popcorn" words, but there are certainly other names. She has those down pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to sounding things out, she gets the phonetics right most of the time even if she doesn't know how to spell a particular word. Because of her ability to keep a story going with a good flow, you can usually tell what the word is supposed to be seeing how it is used in the sentence. All great for Shy, and helps to show us that she is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem comes when she sees a written word, knows what it says and then asks why it isn't spelled differently. This is the real key to our knowing she is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening she was on the computer and the word on the computer was Xylophone. She knew what it said. Then she asked the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, Why doesn't Xylophone start with a "Z"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not only did she have the spelling correct and the pronunciation correct, but she knew the phonetic sound and the letter that makes that phonetic sound. All good things in my mind. Now, I may be a little bias and making a lot out of something that isn't so big, but I was impressed., and it gives me reason to talk about how wonderful Shy is doing in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know in my dictionary at work, there are only 71 words listed for the letter "X". 47 of those words begin phonetically with the "Z" sound. All of the others just say the letter "X" before whatever follows such as X-Ray or X-Coordinate. Even with all included, "X" takes up less than one page. Why do we have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand "S" has 165 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am only asking for the word Xylophone, but keep[ing in mind it goes for all the other words out there. I have one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Xylophone start with an "X" instead of a "Z"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-4308268086753318837?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4308268086753318837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-does-xylophone-start-with-x.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4308268086753318837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4308268086753318837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-does-xylophone-start-with-x.html' title='Why does Xylophone start with an &quot;X&quot;?'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-7347920567408027467</id><published>2012-01-17T10:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:19:43.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;So we have tried two things. One old, and one new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Shy had first started coming into our room a lot a couple of years ago, we got to the point where we were very adamant that she had to get back to her own bed and go to sleep there. After the problem went away, we weren't worried about it and the occasional trip into our bedroom at night was not discouraged. We would tell her in the morning that it was not acceptable, but we weren't as good about making her go back into her room. That was a mistake we made, and now we are back to making sure she goes back to her own bedroom when she comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave Shy three tickets. They could identify anything she might want AFTER she goes to bed. All three have turned into "HUGS". So she has three chances after she goes to bed to call us into her room if she wants us. Each time, she must turn in a ticket. When she runs out of tickets, she can no longer call us into her room that evening, but she gets the tickets back the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives her the feeling that we will be there if she wants us, but gives us the satisfaction of knowing our evening time together will not be interrupted more than 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course last night was different. In the past, all time the ticket has been turned in was while we were still awake. Last night, I was woken up by a tapping on my shoulder. I was being tapped with her last remaining ticket for a hug. So, I took the ticket, walked her back into her room, gave her a hug, and that was the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least she didn't even attempt to stay in our room and was fine about going back to her own room. I think the ticket thing is a good idea and is working well. I also think we accomplished what we wanted to with sending her back to her own room. Now it is up to us to maintain, and not let the occasionally trip into our bedroom be a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-7347920567408027467?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7347920567408027467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleeping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7347920567408027467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7347920567408027467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-4416638915987239526</id><published>2012-01-13T07:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:28:10.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More of the Same</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Today was another day that Shy didn't want me to leave. It was actually a night where she came into our bed either very late at night or very early this morning. This was a huge problem when she first came to us, but we had made a lot of progress and she hardly ever comes into our room at night. The past week or so, that has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what the catalyst was for this behavior so that we could deal with it more appropriately, but when she comes in and gets into our bed, and neither of us notices it, it kind of makes it difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have told her that she can't come into our room before I get up in the morning. Now that is pretty early as my alarm goes off at 5:18am (yeah I know, a strange time, but that's another story). Today I woke up before my alarm at 5:10 and there she was, fast asleep between DW and I. I wasn't going to wake her up and send her back to her room for 8 minutes, so I just went ahead and got up and got ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came out of the shower and into the bedroom, she was up. I needed to give her a big hug and kiss, and after I was all dressed and out in the kitchen getting a cup of coffee to bring to work, she came out of the room, put her arms around me, and wouldn't let go. She just stayed there hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I wish I knew what triggered these periods of time where she goes through this, but there doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason for it. I guess I will have to keep closer track of when it occurs. We did keep a journal when she first came to us as a foster child with all the details and particulars of everything that happened every day, but after she was with us a while, nothing seemed to be all that important, and since the adoption, we really haven't felt the need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think DW and I have to give some thought to keeping a journal so that we can go back and see everything that has happened and if we date it all, then maybe that will help. Anyway, in the meantime, we will just keep assuring Shy that we are here to stay and that we will always be here for her, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-4416638915987239526?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4416638915987239526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-of-same.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4416638915987239526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4416638915987239526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-of-same.html' title='More of the Same'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-5188502729148045664</id><published>2012-01-12T14:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:29:35.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing For a Day</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Shy is going through a stage where she is very clingy. She has gone through these stages the whole time she has been with us. It is certainly understandable, given her past. It does seem as though there is more and more time in between the times she is clingy, and they certainly don't seem to last as long as they once did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, for the second time in less than a week, she did not want me to go to work in the morning. Now I leave the house relatively early and usually she is still fast asleep. But for the last week or so, she has been waking up more and on two occasions was awake when I was leaving for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On both of those occasions, she did not want me to go to work. She gives me a hug, and then just won't let go. I ask her to let me go and she says "No, I don't want you to go to work". After I give assurances that I will see her after school, she is OK and lets go off the hug and off I go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the good side of all of this is that the hugs are really good ones. She holds on tight and that part of it I enjoy. I certainly understand that there was a time when the people she loved were taken away from her, and even though she was just over the age of 2, it is still in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do my best to make sure she understands I will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it ends soon, because I know the reason she feels this way, and I don't want her to ever feel that we will be leaving her. I keep telling her we are her "forever family". I know it and believe it to my inner core. I long for the day when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shyanne&lt;/span&gt; will feel that way as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-5188502729148045664?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5188502729148045664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/longing-for-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5188502729148045664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5188502729148045664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/longing-for-day.html' title='Longing For a Day'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-3376253978003907429</id><published>2012-01-10T09:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:41:30.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Too Much</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;You may remember that at one point I was wondering if the Monday schedule was going to be too much for Shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is at the bus stop at 8:30 am for school. School gets out at 3:10pm and it is down the hall to Daisies which starts at 3:15. Daisy's ends at 4:15 when either DW or I pick her up and whisk her off to dance class which starts at 4:40 and runs until 6:00pm. then she gets picked up and brought home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diner will be done by 6:30 at which time homework (not much) and then maybe a little TV and off to bed at 8:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too busy and hectic? I think not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not complaining and is fast asleep by 8:05. so we are certainly not complaining either!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-3376253978003907429?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3376253978003907429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-too-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3376253978003907429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3376253978003907429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-too-much.html' title='Not Too Much'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-3628029609161228383</id><published>2012-01-09T09:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:41:02.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Tree</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;At Sunday School yesterday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shy's&lt;/span&gt; class was tasked with drawing a family tree. She was given the choice of doing her mother's side, or her father's side. She chose my side. I am not sure why, and I didn't really ask as it was not very complete anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found most interesting was that she showed her biological brothers as part of the same family. I thought she understood that there were two different families, and maybe she was just showing them because they are her brothers, but I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to address the situation so that she is clear and remains clear on how her family tree looks, but I am not sure how an adoption is typically depicted on a family tree. She is the first person in our family to be adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't want to forget the fact that she has a biological family so that it is totally disregarded, but by the same token, I want to make sure she clearly understands that we are her forever family and she will remain a part of our family tree for generations and generations to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring issues up here for two reasons. One is so that other people can read about issues that arise and issues they may face with their adopted/foster children, but also to get some advice for myself and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt; as to how to best handle situations that come up. There is a lot of knowledge lurking around these boards, and I have found in most cases I can put it to good use......so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you lurkers, here is an opportunity to put in your 2 cents worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-3628029609161228383?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3628029609161228383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3628029609161228383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3628029609161228383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-tree.html' title='Family Tree'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-4655750973629985513</id><published>2012-01-05T12:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:55:30.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You "r."</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew how to operate this software and my computer better, I would have a link that directs you to the comment made on my blog entry from yesterday. Since I am not that technologically savvy, I will have to count on you to look at it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring it up because it is one of the reasons I find this blog, and other blogs like it so useful. There are points of view mentioned that I haven't always thought about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, "r." I did not take it as a lecture. I am hopeful I took it in the spirit in which it was given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think about what to say to Shy when she starts asking questions. Actually, she already does ask some questions, and I have got those down pretty good, but I know there will be more and more questions asked as she gets older, and I suspect that they will not get any easier. I have often thought about what the answer will be if the question is "Why did my mother stay with my father and choose him over me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really know what the answer would be, and I think I have a few more years before that will come up as right now she doesn't know the full reason for why she came to be with us. What we have told her is simply that her parents were not able to keep her safe. That has been fine with her at this age. She is very accepting of that answer and quite comfortable with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know better to think it will stay that way, and I am sure that other question will ultimately come and I will need an answer. I think the information provided by "r." will certainly be helpful, as well as other information I have received while writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find it useful as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You "r."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-4655750973629985513?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4655750973629985513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-r.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4655750973629985513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4655750973629985513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-r.html' title='Thank You &quot;r.&quot;'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-5368707839790758045</id><published>2012-01-04T09:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:25:15.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Sibling</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned yesterday, Shyanne has a half-brother. He was the first child removed from the home and was removed over a year earlier than Shyanne and her 4 full brothers. Within a few months of Shy and her brothers being removed from the home Parental Rights were terminated for Shy's mother regarding this half-brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This half-brother had the same mother as all the rest, but a different father. We are told that his step-father (Shy's biological father) liked to use him as a punching bag. I guess he frequently got in between his step father and his mother to try and protect his mother. I think it would have been nice if his mother had left his step-father to protect him and all of her children, but for some reason, that I can't imagine, she would not and does not leave that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have not really mentioned this boy much on this blog as he was taken from the home when Shy was very very young (about 1) and Shy has only a vague memory that there may have been a brother other than the 4 she knows, but no real memory of him in particular. So why do I mention him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, being the careful and protective father that I am, I have a second persona on Facebook that I have developed. I actually have about 1500 friends on that persona, and I only know 2 of the people I am "friends" with. Shy's biological mother and father. I am not really friends, but because I consider her father to be a dangerous man, I wanted to be able to keep track of them and any comings or goings or anything else that may be mentioned on their Facebook pages. It was important to me to provide that extra bit of protection for Shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was on this weekend, and I noticed that Shy's biological father had a new friend who had sent him a message. The friend was the half-brother. After checking further, I found that he was NOT friends with his mother. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT! He is friends with the man who beat him up numerous times, but has no contact yet with his mother. The whole thing is baffling to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is why I mention it now. I will continue to follow both bio parents on Facebook and check in on them periodically. The half-sibling is now 18 so he can have contact with whomever he wants. I know his mom was hoping he would come back to live with them when he turned 18. At this point, there is no sign of that, but who knows. Stranger things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-5368707839790758045?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5368707839790758045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/half-sibling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5368707839790758045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5368707839790758045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/half-sibling.html' title='Half Sibling'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-5268485282463010232</id><published>2012-01-03T10:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T11:17:41.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters (and a brother too)</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Vacation is over and today I am back to work. It was a great period of time off that I really needed. It was the first full week off I have taken since moving to the Cape and starting this new job back in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Maine to visit with Amy and Kari and their families. We spent most of the time at Amy's house while we were there. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shyanne&lt;/span&gt; has a wonderful time when she is with her sisters and her nephew. It is amazing to me how that works out. I know that inherently most sisters are pretty close to each other. While that isn't always the case, for the most part, a sister will always come to help out her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't have thought that to be the case with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shyanne&lt;/span&gt;. Even though Amy and Kari are her sisters, they did not grow up in the same house and when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shyanne&lt;/span&gt; came to live with us, they were not living in the house. We simply spent time with them and told &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shyanne&lt;/span&gt; they were her sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now keep in mind that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shyanne&lt;/span&gt; didn't have any sisters before coming to live with us. She only had 4.5 older brothers (yes there is a "half" brother in the mix as well, and that is another story I will tell you about tomorrow.) Anyway, Amy and Kari are her first and only sisters and they never lived in the same house together. In spite of that, they act just like you would expect sisters to act. They even have the occasionally spat when the older sister wants to act like a parent to the younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when the older sister tells us how spoiled we are making her younger sister. It is really amazing. We heard the same things about her first younger sister. Anyway, I have found that dynamic to be quite interesting, and it makes me very happy. I know that they will always be there for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shyanne&lt;/span&gt; and that is important to me. As those of you who follow this blog know, one of our concerns was our age when adopting Shy. It makes me feel good knowing that if anything should happen to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt; and I, Shy will have two very loving sisters to look after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has a brother who will look after her as well I am sure. It is nice knowing I can count on them, if needed. And that Shy loves them all so much. She is truly a part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, is it OK that I am already looking forward to our next vacation which is only 6 weeks away and will include a cruise in the Caribbean. Won't that be grand. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shyanne&lt;/span&gt; is looking forward to it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-5268485282463010232?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5268485282463010232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/sisters-and-brother-too.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5268485282463010232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5268485282463010232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/sisters-and-brother-too.html' title='Sisters (and a brother too)'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-8690185907910421459</id><published>2011-12-23T09:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:12:10.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed North??</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Conventional New England wisdom says that this is the time of year to be headed south. Well, so much for that wisdom. Today we will be headed north from Cape Cod to Maine. We get to visit with our family up there over the next week or so and enjoy time with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is raining/snowing this morning, so hopefully it will all be clear by the time we leave this afternoon. At least that is what I am hoping for. I would like to leave early so that I can make the entire trip in daylight, but on the other hand, I would rather not be driving in rain and/or snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know DW and Shy are excited about the trip. Right now they are probably home packing and just sitting around waiting for me to come home and get the trip started, but right now is not a good time to leave. too much rain and it is snowing up north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally the number of school cancellations would be a good indicator of how much snow they are getting up that way, but today, very few schools are in session anyway as they have all started their Christmas break. So I guess we will just wait until hopefully it has passed and then be on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the conventional wisdom goes? We will have to wait until February when we head to Florida for 4 days and then into the Caribbean for an 8 day cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-8690185907910421459?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8690185907910421459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/headed-north.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8690185907910421459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8690185907910421459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/headed-north.html' title='Headed North??'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6971885002821145903</id><published>2011-12-22T07:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T07:44:13.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I or Shouldn't I? If so, when?</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Like that title? Anyway, before I go there......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will head up to Maine to spend time with Amy and Kari and their families. I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt; is really looking forward to it. She does really miss both of them, but mostly she misses our grandson. I do too, so it will be nice to get up there and spend a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy is also looking forward to it. She really loves her sisters. They are so nice to her and they spend time doing things that she likes to do. Shy loves getting up with Amy in the morning and baking muffins or anything else Amy wants to bake. I am told that Amy may have bought her an Easy Bake Oven. I can say that here, as Shy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; read this blog. She actually doesn't even know it exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder if it would be something that will be good for her to read when she gets older. I bet it would be. I'll have to go back and check it out, but I don't think I ever wrote anything in here that would bother or upset her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she would definitely want to read it when she got older. I wonder what age would be the right age? I guess I'll just play it by ear and see. Maybe 18, or maybe 21. I don't know. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy, if you are reading this, did I wait too long to tell you about the blog, or did I let you read it too early? Or did your sisters tell you about it before I did? Maybe your mom told you. Anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the trip tomorrow afternoon and I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt; and Shy are as well. I don't know if I will have much opportunity to blog while I am there, but if I do, I will fill you in on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6971885002821145903?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6971885002821145903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/should-i-or-shouldnt-i-if-so-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6971885002821145903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6971885002821145903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/should-i-or-shouldnt-i-if-so-when.html' title='Should I or Shouldn&apos;t I? If so, when?'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-916232593857413051</id><published>2011-12-21T09:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:34:18.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;This time of year it is common to look back over the last year and take stock. This year it is taking on a different look for me. Today would have been my father's 87th birthday, but unfortunately, he passed away in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the different look is that I am looking at things that my father missed out on. Things that I know he would be really proud of. Things that I wish he was here to see. Things that I really hope he can see from wherever in the cosmos he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is my new job. I think he would have been proud of that. I think he would have been happy that I came back to Massachusetts. Even though he spent 20 years retired in Florida, he always considered Massachusetts his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure he would have been proud of his only grandson making the move from Birmingham, AL to Portland, OR. He really did love my son, and he was always happy when Barry called him to talk about the Red Sox and other sports related issues. He works behind the scenes in television and making the move into a top 25 market in Portland would have certainly impressed his Papa and made him very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he would have been so thrilled to hear how well Shy is doing in school, and how she has adjusted to her new school and friends and house so well. He would have been happy to hear how she was reading and writing, and I know he would be looking forward to seeing her in February when we go to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can guarantee he would have loved to have been there for his great grandson's 1st birthday. That would have been a thrill for him. I know my mom enjoyed it, and I am sure he would have enjoyed it too. He wanted a great grandchild for many years, and he was so happy when he finally got one. I was so happy he actually got to see Logan and hold him when he came up for Amy's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would have been thrilled to hear about Amy's new home that they bought. He always wanted his children and grandchildren to be happy and that home has certainly made Amy very happy. That would have made him happy and proud as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all though, I think he would be proud of the fact that we are all doing well and are happy and healthy and enjoying ourselves.....even if we do miss him...... a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dad, if you are able to read this blog, I just want to wish you a Happy Birthday and let you know we are all doing well. Love you and Miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-916232593857413051?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/916232593857413051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/remembering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/916232593857413051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/916232593857413051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-4861710667810268299</id><published>2011-12-20T10:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T10:36:50.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Scout Cookies</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;About, oh, I don't know, maybe 20 years ago &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt; and I said something along the lines of "Thank goodness that is over. We will never have to deal with Girl Scout Cookie selling again!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were wrong. That's right. Shy has come home from her Daisy troop meeting yesterday with her girl scout cookie selling sheet and instructions. She is certainly looking forward to selling them, but I am not sure she has the whole idea down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said to me one box is $4.00, and 2 boxes is $8.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I naturally asked, how much is 3 or 4 boxes. She said she didn't know. So when I asked what she was going to say to someone who wanted to buy 3 or 4 boxes, or maybe even more, she though a while and finally came up with the following answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you can only buy 2 boxes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess we have to work on her selling technique. We certainly don't want her limiting any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prospective&lt;/span&gt; clients in their willingness to buy cookies from her, Of course I already put in my order for 10 boxes. So she will sell at least that many. After that, I guess it is a crap shoot. I did bring the requisite "short" form to work to see if anyone here is interested, so as far as I am concerned that lets me off the hook for dealing with people in the neighborhood. I will leave that to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that she reads this blog any more so I guess I will have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;to bring&lt;/span&gt; that up carefully at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you have the opportunity to buy Girl Scout Cookies from one of your local scouts, be sure to support them. They are a real good organization and the cookies are delicious. (I love the Peanut Butter patties and the Caramel Delights &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-4861710667810268299?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4861710667810268299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/girl-scout-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4861710667810268299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4861710667810268299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/girl-scout-cookies.html' title='Girl Scout Cookies'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-2057809913825248448</id><published>2011-12-19T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T08:33:14.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Ideas</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;The Lego Menorah we made won a prize at Sunday School this week!! (OK so everyone won a prize, but still, Shyanne was excited). We won the prize for the best "Israeli Flag Design" We made it totally out of blue and white legos, hence the category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy also had a visit with her play therapist on Saturday. She is doing quite well, and really seems to like this woman. I htink that things are going to go well. She enjoys playing with her, and this woman has a lot of great ideas for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that Shy takes dance lessons she gave her a dance solution to when she gets angry and frustrated. She just jumps between 5th position and 2nd position (ballet moves I am not toally familiar with). This allows her to burn off that energy she has and to calm herself in a much more appropriate manner then she has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a time this weekend when she did it on her own. I am not sure what she was upset about at the time, but all of a sudden there she was jumping and she then told us why and more importantly, she said it worked. That is great news. Now, if we can just get her to use it all the time, and have it work all the time that will be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other idea we are putting to use is placing check marks in DWs calendar book when we catch her being good. She likes that, and she also likes counting the check marks. She is even counting the checkmarks by 5s and 10s. I guess it is a great math lesson as well as a behavior lesson. I love things that multi-task like that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things are going well here. We will be going up to Maine on Friday to visit with Amy and Kari and their famies, so that will be fun. We are really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-2057809913825248448?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2057809913825248448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2057809913825248448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2057809913825248448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-ideas.html' title='Good Ideas'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-8503431654506922574</id><published>2011-12-16T07:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T07:58:56.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 11th Came and Went</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;I thought December 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was going to be a memorable day in my life and an anniversary that would always be important to us. Apparently I was wrong, as it came and went without any fanfare. It was just another Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my blog on Monday morning couldn't come up with a title as I didn't know for sure what I was going to write about. So how does a day that seems so important at one point in our life, become so meaningless that we totally forget about its existence on the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should tell you what December 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is and why I thought it would be important. That is the day in 2007 when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shyanne&lt;/span&gt; first came into our life. It is the day we thought she was going to come and stay with us for a couple of months. It is the day we went to the DHHS building in Bagor, Maine and picked up this adorable little red headed girl who would change our life forever. It is also the day that prompted me to start writing this blog a year later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a year later that her family was close to reunification and I thought we were about to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shyanne&lt;/span&gt; leave our life. That is what started this blog. Dealing with her departure and then to talk about other children as they came into our life. Now, 4 years later, the day has become just another day. I guess her birthday is more important now as we don't even have to think about when it is. We know it like we know all of our children's birthdays. Of course Adoption Day is November 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and we started an Adoption Day tradition this year that we hope will carry on for many many years to come. So that is certainly an important day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just with the Holidays and all, and now with Adoption Day, that December 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is so unimportant that it comes and goes almost totally unnoticed by us? Or is it a day that we really don't want to remember because, in a way, it symbolizes what could be considered a sad day in the life of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shyanne's&lt;/span&gt; birth family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure, but I just find it curious that the day comes and goes without any fanfare now and while it is certainly an important day in our life, I guess it isn't so important that it requires any fanfare. Just another opportunity for a hug and a kiss from the most beautiful girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-8503431654506922574?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8503431654506922574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-11th-came-and-went.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8503431654506922574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8503431654506922574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-11th-came-and-went.html' title='December 11th Came and Went'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-195733801678927639</id><published>2011-12-15T08:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T09:05:49.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lego Hanukiah</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday at Sunday School there is a contest for the most original menorah. Shy has decided she wants to make one out of Legos. Now she has not played with Legos a lot, but we have an abundance of them that were both handed down through the family and also bought when our son Barry was a young boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we picked out all of the blue and white legos. I thought there would be a lot, but it turns out that Red is the most common lego color. (at least in our collection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, all the white ones have a bit of gray associated with them and the blue ones are also a bit old and dusty. So, step one after sorting out all the blue and white was to place them all into a couple of serving bowls with hot water and Dawn. Hopefully, this will give us clean legos on which to place out candles. After all, the last thing we need is to start a fire from any dust and lint hanging around our Lego menorah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, tonight we will start planning the Menorah. We will have to decide how it will look ,and how big it will be. How to arrange the candles and how to make it useable. After all, a Menorah is no good if it isn't useable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to move on to this whole Menorah thing. Most people thnink that you use a Menorah for Hannukah. Technically, a Menorah is a seven branched candle holder and has been a symbol of the Jewish religion for centuries. The Hannukah "Menorah" actually has 9 branches for lights. As a result, it is actually called a Hanukiah. There is one candle branch for each of the 8 nights of Hannukah, and then a ninth branch which typically stands a little higher then the other eight. That is for the "Shamash". This is the candle that is used to light all the other candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I mention all of that here, except that it is helpful to know exactly what you are making before you actually make it. So if anyone has any Lego Hanukiah ideas for us, we will start building tonight and hopefully finish it either tomorrow or Saturday so that it is ready to go Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-195733801678927639?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/195733801678927639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/lego-hanukiah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/195733801678927639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/195733801678927639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/lego-hanukiah.html' title='A Lego Hanukiah'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-8585292324551062662</id><published>2011-12-14T07:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T07:55:58.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Play Date</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Shy had her first play date at a friends house here on the Cape yesterday. It was really great and when I went to pick her up, she didn't want to come home as she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; having a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally a play date would not be all that special, but in this case it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy does not like animals all that much. She has always been afraid of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dogs&lt;/span&gt; and cats and bigger uncontrolled animals have always frightened her to the point of screeching and cowering in fright holding on to either DW or I until the threat of the animal is removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl's family, who lives right around the corner, has quite the menagerie. There are 2 dogs. BIG DOGS!!, two cats, two horses, and a three year old brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl had been telling Shy that she wanted her to come to her house, but Shy was never real interested because of the dogs. She always saw them at the bus stop and quite frankly they scared her to death. For some reason though the other little girl told Shy that if she just petted the dog she would see that it was fine and wouldn't bother her. I guess she must have made a good case and I would love to know what it was. Anyway, Monday when they got off the bus, Shy went right over to the dog, all by herself, and petted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone made a big deal of it and decided that at some point, maybe a play date would be in order. Well, when they got off the bus yesterday, they wanted to have that play date. I suggested the other little girl come to our house, but she is a little younger then Shy and really didn't want to go alone. I double checked with Shy to make sure she was ok with it and she assured me she was fine with it, and wanted to go over to this little girl's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two concerns. One, the dogs, cats, horses and little borther. Two, the fact that Shy had very little to no experience at a friends house without Linda or I being there. I knew it was time to let this happen, so I told her to "be a good girl" and off they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was half waiting for the phone to ring to tell me to come get her but it never rang. When I went to pick her up at the appointed time, she just didn't want to leave. She and her friend were having a great time! Apparently the smallest cat bothered her a bit, but no other part of the menagerie seemed to have much of an impact on her, and I am told she behaved wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just another example of how fast Shy is growing up. She has made so much progress since coming here to the Cape. It seems as though every day, she says or does something that makes us proud. We are so lucky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-8585292324551062662?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8585292324551062662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-play-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8585292324551062662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8585292324551062662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-play-date.html' title='First Play Date'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-1975449371867950772</id><published>2011-12-12T07:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:14:47.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I make a blog entry, I have an idea of a topic and I come up with the title and then make my blog entry. Today, however is one of those days that I can't yet come up with a title and am going to have to write the blog and see what the title should be at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we picked up Shy at Sunday School and her teacher cam over to tell us how wonderful Shy had been doing. She said that Shy has really come out of her shell and is doing wonderfully. When we got home, she showed us what she had done, and both DW and I were very impressed with her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pretty much mirrors what has been happening in school. She seems to have taken off. While she still likes us to read to her, she is often asking if she can read to us. She gets better and better every day. Her writing is also progressing wonderfully. Her and I are writing a book together. We take turns writing pages. It is about a day her and I are spending together. I don't expect it to make the best seller list, but we are having fun with it. I am thinking that it won't be long before she has her own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has already been told she will have to keep a journal when we go on our trip in February as she will be missing 4 days of school. Who knows, maybe it won't be long before she has a blog of her own. I think it would be great for her, but she has to learn to spell a little better first. Her spelling would baffle even the most advanced spellchecker at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the bottom line is that something has happened that has just caused her to seem so much more confident in herself. She is almost like a different little girl, but in a good way. I don't know if moving up her reading group in school had anything to do with it, or what, but we are so happy and so proud of what she is accomplishing, that I just had to mention it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I still don't have a title. It seems I use the "proud" in titles way too often, although I can't say enough how proud we are of her. Maybe just "Progress" should be the title? No, that doesn't seem to tell the story. I wish I could remember what I learned in school about coming up with titles, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you all already know what the title is by the time you get to this point in the entry, so I guess you will have to tell me what I came up with. In the meantime, tonight is the Holiday Concert at school and we are looking forward to Shy singing with her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-1975449371867950772?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1975449371867950772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1975449371867950772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1975449371867950772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-5308130364235188845</id><published>2011-12-09T09:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:29:30.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shy Has Talent</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone thinks that their child is talented, and we are no different. What is a little different is in the area that shy's talent lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you all know that she takes dance classes and this is her third year in dance. So it would stand to reason that she can dance well. She does, and while she may develop a talent in this area, I would not go out of my way to she she is definitely talented in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loves to sing, and while the jury is still out on how well she can sing, we always clap when she sings us a song. I do have to tell you though that we did litterally almost roll on the floor laughing when she used words that were different from the original while singing a certain Christmas Carol she had learned in school. (The words she used were "tell the ancients you're a fairy, fa la la la la - la la la la")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listening and hearing may not be a talent, but you have to admit its funny. Anyway, I move on as those are not the areas of talent I want to tell you about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you hula hoop? probably quite a few. Ok, how many of you hula hoop well? Not quite as many, but still a lot. Now, how many of you can hula hoop with the hoop twirling around your neck? Oh, I see we are getting fewer people. Next question. How many of you can hula hoop while walking? Even fewer! How about while twirling around? That's right you can twirl yourself while the hula hoop stays spinning around you? Oh, only a very few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Shy can do all that. Not only that....She can actually walk to the school bus, while twirling herself, while the hula hoop is spinning around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I THINK THAT IS TALENT!! ( just not sure of what use it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-5308130364235188845?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5308130364235188845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/shy-has-talent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5308130364235188845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5308130364235188845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/shy-has-talent.html' title='Shy Has Talent'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-5216815404010284558</id><published>2011-12-08T08:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:07:09.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Shy's last swim lesson for this session. She really enjoys going and hsa done well. Now that we live so close to the water, it is more important that she become a good, strong swimmer. The strength is the main thing that she has to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that is done for the next month, as there is nothing going on through the holidays. We also want her to develop as much as a swimmer before we go on vacation in February, so there will be more swim classes starting January 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her visit with the therapist yesterday. DW was able to attend with her and she is very impressed with the new therapist. Shy seems to like her too. She gave DW some good advice and some good ways to respond to Shy when she has a melt down about doing or not doing school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want us to get too invloved. Basically either Shy does the work or she doesn't. If she doesn't want to do it then we will just give her the choice to either do it now, or go into school without it and her teacher will probably make her stay in from recess to do it. Of course this will require some coordination with her teacher, but her teacher is a wonderful woman who we know will cooperate with us fully in matters like this. So, that problem would seem to be solved. We shall see how it works in real life. And I am sure, not in the too distant future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Shy had an eye doctor appointment. This has been another issue. She had to wear an eye patch after her last appointment and she didn't like that at all. It was a supreme struggle every time we went to put it on. Well, today the doctor told her No eye patch is needed. THAT IS GREAT NEWS FOR US AND SHYANNE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all is going well. We are ready for the Holidays except that we haven't decided when or for how long we are going to Maine, but we will figure that out soon. Shy really misses her sisters and nephews, and DW and I miss our children and grandchildren, so we want to spend as long as we can, but I don't want to be home alone either, so we will have to figure that one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-5216815404010284558?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5216815404010284558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5216815404010284558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5216815404010284558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-1880527957191561177</id><published>2011-12-07T07:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T07:54:56.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Meltdown</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was a day for a meltdown for Shy. She came home from school and she had to do her homework, and there was nothing that was going to get her to do her homework. She kept screaming that she couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried everything to get her to do it. The thing was, it was a simple letter to her sister that she had to write. She had written a couple of lines, but was not interested in writing any more. We kept telling her that she could do it, but she kept saying "No I can't!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a battel, but in the end, we finally won out and the letter to her big sister was completed. It is certianly something to talk about with the therapist, which by luck happens to be today. DW till be taking her out of school to go, so hopefully there will be some discussion about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These meltdowns don't happen every day, but they are not uncommon either. I know that 6 year olds do this, and it is to be expected, but it seems to DW and I that they happen more often then they should. Then again, how often should they happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, she did aske her sister to get her an Easy Bake Oven for Hannukah, and guess what? That wsa already what her sister had decided to get her. So everyone will win out in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope there are no meltdowns today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-1880527957191561177?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1880527957191561177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/tuesday-meltdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1880527957191561177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1880527957191561177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/tuesday-meltdown.html' title='Tuesday Meltdown'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-8112449545753080661</id><published>2011-12-06T08:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T08:11:02.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Weekends</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;I hardly saw Shy at all yesterday. I was off to work before she got up. She had school, then Daisys, then Dance class. When DW brought her home from dance, I had dinner on the table. After dinner I did get Shy into the bathtub to wash up, but soon after her bath it was bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do enjoy our weekends. Can't wait for vacation either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-8112449545753080661?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8112449545753080661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-weekends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8112449545753080661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8112449545753080661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-weekends.html' title='I Love Weekends'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-2443597017512428717</id><published>2011-12-05T12:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T12:40:47.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Lemonade and The Weekend Report</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;So here is the report from the weekend. I will start with Friday afternoon at the office of the new therapist. DW and I are very impressed with her. and are very happy that she will be taking Shyanne's case. She seems like a wonderful person with a real sense of what it is we are looking for, as well as what Shy needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy will actually start appointments with her on Wednesday. We are hopeful that the new person will be able to get Shy to settle down and not be quite so frustrated like she often is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Shy and I had about 5 hours to ourselves. DW was working a book fair at the school and we had the chance to do some things on our own. First we did a little raking in the yard. then we went to the "community playground" near her school. There were about 5 or 6 other kids playing thtere, and Shy had a great time for about 1/2 hour. Then she decided she wanted to go to the playground at her school, so we went ahead over there. There were a few older kids playing there, but that didn't stop Shy. She had a great time swinging and climbing and doing monkey bars and all those things that kids do on those playgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know they didn't have playgrounds like that when I was a kid, but that sounds like a whole other blog post, and maybe for another blog....anyway, I digress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played at that playground for a while and since we were at the school we figured we would go in and say hello to DW. We decided after that we would go to lunch. DW asked us to bring her back a sandwich and we decided to go to Subway. One problem. There is no Subway where we live on the Cape. We didn't know that then, but we know it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to a different restaurant. I had a nice salad and got one for DW, and Shy had a hamburg. She also had Pink Lemonade. Then she asked the question no father wants to hear. (no not that one silly, the one that I don't have the answer to!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy: "Dad, if there are no pink lemons, where does pink lemonade come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I really didn't have an answer for that. I thought for a while, and finally said I didn't know. She said that she thought maybe it was just yellow lemonade and they added paint to it. I told her I thought that would taste pretty bad, and we moved on. Apprently she was satisfied with the fact that both of us didn't know where it came from but we both liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you are wondering. Wikipedia has a great article on lemondde and all kinds of lemonade. I learned there is brown lemonade and red lemonade as well. I also learned that there ARE pink lemons (although the juice is not pink), but that is not really important here, so you can go look for that information yourself if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we brought DW her lunch, we went home and played a game of "Mouse Trap". Then it was back to raking some more leaves before DW came home. Actually, what we did, is not all that important. What is important here is that Shy and I spent time together contemplating more great questions of the universe and in the end had a truly wonderful time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-2443597017512428717?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2443597017512428717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/pink-lemonade-and-weekend-report.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2443597017512428717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2443597017512428717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/pink-lemonade-and-weekend-report.html' title='Pink Lemonade and The Weekend Report'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-2438208441394467908</id><published>2011-12-02T12:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T12:43:14.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Nice Weekend</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;We have been together as a family in our new home and new location for exactly 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought when we first moved here that Shy would not need to go to any therapy as the therapist we went to in Maine seemed to think that she was doing just fine and would be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it hasn't really worked out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy has some moments that tell us "maybe she could use a little tune-up". So today we are going to a new therapist down here that will hopefully tell us if the tune-up is necessary, and if so, how much tuning and when is actually needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you have heard me boast about how beautiful she is, and how smart she is, and how wonderful she is doing, and that is all true, so don't get me wrong. She is an absolutely wonderful child. It may actually turn out that the only thing that needs tuning up is mom and dad. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, we are taking her there today so we shall see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, on the other hand, DW is working at a book fair at the school. That means Shy and I will have about 4 hours to ourselves. We have to find something to do. I am sure we will find something fun and entertaining, but if anyone has any suggestions, then I am all ears! (and eyes), so go for it. I am always looking for fun ways to spend time with Shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, any time I spend with Shy is fun, so I guess it won't be difficult. I will report back on everything on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice Weekend. I am looking forward to mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-2438208441394467908?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2438208441394467908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-nice-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2438208441394467908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2438208441394467908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-nice-weekend.html' title='Have a Nice Weekend'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6681937788024353569</id><published>2011-11-30T07:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:03:05.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I Mentioned</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how proud I am of my son Barry. I know this blog started out as mainly about Foster Care and Adoption, but it has turned into something more than that, so please excuse me while I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son grew up in Maine, and when he went off to college, he probably wasn't quite ready for it. (much like his father at that age). He struggled for a while trying to figure out what to do with his life and he ended up working at a television station in Bangor, Maine. He did well there and became a director of news shows and did some sports stuff as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got laid off from that job due to new equipment coming in, he very easily could have fallen back into some bad habits, but he went in search of employment and was lucky enough to get a job in Birmingham, AL. It was about 6 months before Shyanne came into our life that we travelled down to Alabama with him. This was to be his first real time away from home, and he was a long way from home. We worried about him constantly, although not quite as much as time as worn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has managed quite well there for the last 4 1/2 years. He has done a lot of news and a considerably larger amount of sports then he did in Bangor and he has decided that it is time to move on to a bigger market. Television is apparently the way he has chosen to go, and I think it is a perfect choice for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has found himself a new job in a bigger market. A top 25 market. Portland, Oregon. So, in a couple of weeks, he will begin his trek to the great Northwest. He won't be travelling along the Oregon Trail as that is a bit too far north for this time of year. The plan is to go I-40 to Bakersfield, CA and then I-5 up to Portland. Now we will worry quite a bit during that trek, and of course when he first gets there, but as we have found out, the worrying never stops. Your children are always your children no matter their age, profession or standing in the community. You have to worry. You just don't have a choice in the matter if you are at all human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be taking this trip on his own. This will take him more than 3,000 miles away from us, and over 3,300 miles away from where he grew up. I don't think I could have done that alone. I don't think I would have done that alone. I don't know. I have always had DW with me. (We were high school sweethearts and married at 20 and 19.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all will go well for him in Oregon, and I am hopeful it leads to bigger and better things "back east" at some point in the future. But only if that is what he wants. He has done well, and I just wanted to take time out from Shyanne, foster care, and adoption for a few minutes to let everyone know how proud I am of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6681937788024353569?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6681937788024353569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/have-i-mentioned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6681937788024353569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6681937788024353569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/have-i-mentioned.html' title='Have I Mentioned'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6234103229325548190</id><published>2011-11-29T08:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T08:51:51.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster Care and Adoption</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;November is National Adoption Month and you have all probably seen the news stories and heard a lot about that. You may even marvel at some of the people who actually adopt children with disabilities, or get involved in foster care and adopt children out of that program, or the people who spend a lot of money to go to foreign countries to adopt a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all good. I hope that some of that has worn off on a few people and as a result, there are more children adopted out of foster care and into loving homes over the next year. I am certainly here to tell you that it doesn't matter how old you are. We were 55 when we adopted Shyanne out of foster care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter whether or not you are single, married, divorced, living with someone. I have seen children adopted by all of those types of people. GLBT families are also adopting children, so that is no excuse either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen both single men and single women adopt children. It doesn't matter. So throw out all the excuses you can think of as to why you can't adopt a child. The only thing you have to be able to provide is a lot of love to a child in need. It isn't a lot to ask, and the rewards are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never begin to tell you in one post all of the rewards we have received from having Shyanne in our life. But if you take the time to read all of the entries in this blog, you will certainly see a little piece of how much more enriched our life has become because of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you will see some heartaches along the way. The process wasn't easy, and at times it seemed like it would never happen. At other times we questioned whether it should happen. But in the end.......BEST DECISION WE EVER MADE. And it could be a great decision for you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a little time to look into it. It doesn't cost anything to look, and the potential rewards are enormous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6234103229325548190?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6234103229325548190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/foster-care-and-adoption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6234103229325548190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6234103229325548190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/foster-care-and-adoption.html' title='Foster Care and Adoption'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-7224865860463811156</id><published>2011-11-22T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T15:01:32.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly have a lot to be thankful for this year. I don't even know where to begin. During the past year, I have started a new job, moved to Cape Cod, sold a house, bought a new house. I have been able to enjoy new pople and new places. My oldest daughter has a new home in Maine. My son will be starting a new job in Portland, Oregon next month, and all is going well for Shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could a person ask for. Our Thanksgiving was at my daughter's new house. She did it all herself and it was wonderful. The turkey was delicious, as was the stuffing, mashed potatoes, squash, and green bean casserole. she did a great job in a house they just moved into last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to stay there with them as well. It was a house that was bank owned and had been empty for quite a while. When they bought it last month it obviously needed a lot of TLC. Well, they have worked wonders on the house nad it looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best parts is that it lies right in front of some Conservation Land and over the weekend we were able to hike. We actually went over a rive and through the woods. We walked down by the river and strolled by a pond. It was a great hike and at the end Shy was quite tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the trip home to the Cape. It was a good trip too. While there were a lot of cars on the road, we didn't get slowed down at all, so it was an easy trip. There was of course a couple of things that came up from Shy that I have to tell you all about. She wanted to play a game where I would tell her what states I saw license plates from and she would write them down. You have probably heard that she is becoming a pretty good writer, and this was almost proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read back her spelling of Massachusetts to me so I could tell her if she was right. She had M-A-S-S-A-C-H-U-S-U-Y. I told that it was excellent except that after last S it should be S-E-T-T-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which she responded: "It's good enough. I know what I mean anyway. And considering the state and that she is in 1st grade. I think it was good enough too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had as happy a Thanksgiving as we had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-7224865860463811156?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7224865860463811156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7224865860463811156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7224865860463811156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-4483831207398448488</id><published>2011-11-18T07:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T08:26:43.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Thing We Learned at "Forever Families Weekend"</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy has 4 full biological brothers. She is the youngest of the five. Shy has seen the two younger brothers a few times each in the last year, but the two oldest ones she has not seen since the beginning of December of last year. We have tried to get them together, but last we knew those two did not have final adoptions by the foster parents, and the foster parents just never seem interested in getting those two together with the three younger kids. We are going up to Maine for Thanksgiving and we are going to give it another try. We are in hopes that we can get all 5 of them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had never heard Shy really talk about him before. He is a half-brother to the other 5. He has the same mother. He was the first one taken from the home and was taken a full year ahead of the other 5. That means that Shy was only one year old when he left the home. When the Termination of Parental Rights occurred with the half-brother, there was one final "good-bye" visit ordered by the judge for all the siblings. Shy attended that visit. She was around 28 months old at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember hearing anything about this half-brother at all since that time, and she hasn't seen him but that one time in the last 5 years. She is only 6 years old, so we wouldn't expect to hear anything about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the other day, when Shy and I were alone in the car she started asking about her Brothers. I talked about her one adopted brother Barry, and her 4 b iological brothers. Then she asked; "Wasn't there another brother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what she meant and she said she thought there was another brother from her old mommy. I simply said that there was, but she hadn't seen him in a long time, and he had a different father. Needless to say, I was quite astonished by her question, but looking back on it, I probably should not have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past June we went to a "Forever Families" camp in Pennsylvania. It was a great time and all three of us, as well as everyone else there enjoyed it immensely. Tehre was plenty of fun to be had, but there was also plenty of learning to be had. One of the things I learned was that you never know what is going to happen next. Sometimes kids are very open about their adoption. Some times kids are very closed about their adoption. Sometimes they want to talk about their biological family, and sometimes they don't. Sometimes they will ask about things that take you by surprise, and sometimes they will ask you the same questions over and over just to see if they get the same answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is for reasons like that, that parenting an adopted child is different from parenting a biological child. Not better, not worse. Not more fulfilling, not less. Not more loving, not less. Just different. And the differences never cease to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Forever Families weekend in 2012. I look forward to learning more, and seeing the friends we met there last year. I know Shy can't wait to go back either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-4483831207398448488?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4483831207398448488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-thing-we-learned-at-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4483831207398448488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4483831207398448488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-thing-we-learned-at-forever.html' title='One Thing We Learned at &quot;Forever Families Weekend&quot;'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-1868105447577540229</id><published>2011-11-17T07:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:38:11.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Proud Day</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that I am not proud every day, but today I am feeling particularly proud of Shyanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her school last night for the annual fall parent/teacher conference. Shy had swimming so DW took her there, and I went to the conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our worries has been Shy's age. In Maine, she had just barely made the cut-off age to start Kindergarden last year. We decided to go ahead with the Kindergarden because the Pre-K program was only a half-day and since she had been in day care for a full day already we wanted to go with the full day program. And she made the cut-off so why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cut-off here in Mass is a month and a half earlier. Even though Shy did not make the cut-off to start 1st grade, since she had Kindergarden in Maine, she was eligible to start 1st grade. So, that is where she is, and that is why we worry about her age in school. Added to that was the instability that we had created in her life yet again by moving to Massachusetts and the upheaval of being away from her older sisters and friends in Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that the teacher said that if anyone came in the room and she asked them to pick out the youngest child, they would definitely NOT pick out Shy. She fits right in with all the other chilldren, she is always a part of what is going on and she has made the transition to Massachusetts wonderfully and she is a pleasure to have in her class. (She added in a quieter tone...."She is soooooo cute"). She said she also communicates well with all her classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if that meant she talked to much in class, and her teacher said to me: "They are 6 and 7 years old. They all talk too much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she is reading so well that she is going to be moved up in her reading group. Her writing is excellent. Not only is what she writes understandable but it is also very creative. She seems to enjoy writing and always wants to do it. When we go away in February, she will be writing a journal during our trip to share with the class when she returns. It should be interesting to see what she writes. As a side note, the last 1st grader we took on a trip who kept a journal had an entry related to throwing up in a friends car. We are hopeful an entry like that does not make it into this journal. (Sorry Amy, it ws a classic!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, that is the reason for my pride today. I could write about reasons to be proud of Shy every day, but then this blog would get even more boring than it already is, so for now, you just have to believe me that she is a wonderful child who brings us pride on every day, but on this day, I felt the need to mention my pride in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-1868105447577540229?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1868105447577540229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/proud-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1868105447577540229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1868105447577540229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/proud-day.html' title='A Proud Day'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6081304666005399682</id><published>2011-11-15T07:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T07:36:30.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Day</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;So I was away on business last week and was unable to write anything. I hate going away for many reasons. I don't sleep well while I am in a hotel room alone. I probably eat more than I should. I get behind on my real work at my office. I hate having to act nicely to all the people at the meeting when I don't particularly care for one or two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I hate being away from my family. I really don't enjoy any part of being away and going out to eat and seeing other people and being in a different location. I don't like any of that. I would much rather be at home with DW and Shy and enjoying our life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life together that has special meaning today. It was one year ago today that our adoption of Shyanne was finalized. It was one year ago today that our family was changed forever....for the good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer remember life without Shyanne. She has been with us now almost 4 years (that will be another anniversary of December 11th). DW says it was the longest pregnancy she had. almost 3 years from her coming into our home until adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that there is no one in our family that would trade her in for anything. She is truly a wonderful child. She brightens up our day each and every day. Yes, she does have a few minor issues that come from her previous life. She is able to offset that with the most wonderful giggle and the most adorable smile in the world. I tell her she is the most beautiful girl and the world, and she totally believes it. (so do I actualy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of the day we told her we would go out to eat wherever she wanted to go. Her choice....the 99 restaurant in Mashpee. It is a local New England area chain that was born in Boston. They have good steaks and Shy loves steak. That is what she wants, so that is where we will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 15th of 2010 was a special day in the life of our family and it is one we will celebrate every year as it is truly special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6081304666005399682?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6081304666005399682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/special-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6081304666005399682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6081304666005399682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/special-day.html' title='A Special Day'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-8370202144377303199</id><published>2011-11-07T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:03:06.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Child</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Shy has been very loving the last two days. I am not sure what has gotten into her or why, but she is frequently coming up to DW and myself and wanting a hug or a kiss or just saying "I Love You". She has always been a loving child, but lately it seems a bit more than usual. I don't know if it is a phase or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning DW thought it might have to do with the time change. I am not sure why a time change would make her more loving than in the past, but it has been quite a lot the last two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong here. I am certianly not complaining. I love when she comes up to me and asks for a hug and says "I love you daddy". I won't ever get too much of that. I am just wondering what has caused it to occur so much in the last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand it may be something that happened or that she saw that is causing it and it will go away all to soon for me. I certainly hope that it is a phase she is going through and that it lasts forever!!! I love when she does it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-8370202144377303199?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8370202144377303199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/loving-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8370202144377303199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8370202144377303199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/loving-child.html' title='Loving Child'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-4643479133115791417</id><published>2011-11-04T14:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:47:47.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Cruise</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;If you read the comments to the blog, you probably noticed that there was a question asking when I was going to send my three older children on a cruise. If you guessed that the Amy that made that comment is the same Amy that I call my oldest daughter, you would be 100% correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have an answer to that question. The answer is not "never" it is not "maybe" with some unknown attached to it. It is actually an answer with a precise month and year attached to it. They only need hope I live long enough to make the dream of DW come true. If it does come true, then the whole family, children, grandchildren and spouses will have a wonderful cruise together to the Caribbean in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am leaving that to be the surprise, and since I know at least one of them regularly reads this blog, I am not ready to give that out. I can assure you though that both DW and I look forward to that day with great anticipation, and I hope the three older children do as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-4643479133115791417?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4643479133115791417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-cruise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4643479133115791417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4643479133115791417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-cruise.html' title='Family Cruise'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6963361824499051348</id><published>2011-11-02T08:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:35:45.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Better</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday DW purchased our airline tickets for our February trip. We are going to Florida for a few days to visit with my mother and DW's father and to have the unveiling for my father's grave (a ceremony that dedicates the grave monument and gives an opportunity to again remember the deceased).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be the somewhat sad part of the trip. After the unveilng however, we are planning on boarding a cruise ship and setting sail for 8 days in the Caribbean. Now, I know our three odler children are a bit jealous about this as they have never been on a cruise. Shy on the other hand is quite excited about going on a big ship. She has no idea what to expect, but we have been tlaking it up and she is certainly excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we told her yesterday that DW had purchased the airline tickets her first question was whether or not she was going to miss school. That wasn't the quesiton I expected, although I am not sure what I did expect. When I told her that she would miss 4 days of school for the whole trip, again, I got the unexpected. She was concerned about missing school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is good I suppose. She really does like school and she likes being with her friends. She seems to have made the adjustment to living here now. She does still need to see someone, and we are in the process of finding someone locally, although to no avail so far. All in all though, she is doing well and we are all adjusting to life on Cape Cod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is a wonderful place with some really nice people, and in the words of Lennon/McCartney, I've got to admit it's getting better, a little better all the time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be really good on that cruise ship!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6963361824499051348?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6963361824499051348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/getting-better.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6963361824499051348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6963361824499051348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/getting-better.html' title='Getting Better'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-7981819787465814829</id><published>2011-11-01T08:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:02:36.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Successful Quest</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Well, the neighborhood in general is Halloween friendly. Whlie there were a few houses without lights on, for the most part, all the houses had lights on and some sort of decorations. There were a lot of kids and parents out and about in the two different neighborhoods we walked through, and everyone seemed to be having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one house that had gone overboard with decorations. It reminded me of Maple St. in Bangor, Maine where the whole street is like one big party. Unfortunately, it was just one house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point Shy was evaluating garbage cans. At one house "boy that garbage can is small"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At another house. "that garbage can is nasty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while, she continued on her quest. When we were about 3/4 of the way through my planned route, she advised me she was cold. I asked if she wanted to go home, and she said no. She wanted to finish up our street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finish up our street we did. At the end, she had more candy then she can eat, and all in all had a good time. In spite of eating some candy, she still fell asleep rather quickly. I am sure she was dreaming about being the Princess she pretended to be. (Cinderella to be exact).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, a successful quest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-7981819787465814829?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7981819787465814829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/successful-quest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7981819787465814829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7981819787465814829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/11/successful-quest.html' title='A Successful Quest'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-7524754770717071652</id><published>2011-10-31T09:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:25:47.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest for Candy</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is Halloween. Shy will be dressed as Cinderella and apparently I will be the one that ushers her around thorugh the neighborhood tonight. (DW has decided that she will give out the candy at our house) The area is quite dark so we will be sure to take our flashlights with us. We have no idea what to expect, or how far we will be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an interesting part of moving that I had never thought of before. The first few times DW and I moved, we did not have kids who went Trick or Treating, so it wasn't an issue. The one time we moved, with children of Trick or Treat age was 28 years ago. I barely remember much about that year or the Halloween (except that some people in the neighborhood took glasses with them when they were trick or treating with their kids, and expected a libation for themselves....does anyone else do that?) Anyway, that was a move into the first home we owned. It was in May, and our oldest was only 5. Halloween was the furthest thing from our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, however I am wondering how it will go. The house we lived in the last few years was not in a "halloween friendly" neighborhood. We actually drove to another neighborhood last year to take Shy on her annual quest for candy. It was a great meighborhood. People were really into the Halloween spirit and it was a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year....who knows? We live on a street that has about 25 homes and no sidewalks. The street runs between two other streets that also don't have sidewalks and are a bit busier then the one we live on. Will it be "Halloween Friendly"? I guess I am going to find out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DW doesn't know how much candy to buy. Neighbors are non-commital as to what happens on Halloween. Apprently it difffers greatly from one year to the next. There is just so much to think about when it comes to a first halloween in a new neighborhood. I wonder what Amy and her husband are doing. Their neighborhood I would guess is definitely NOT Halloween Friendly as they live on a major street and there aren't a lot of homes in the are where they live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope it is an eventful evening and I have lots of news to report tomorrow about how the night went. In the meantime, I have to get back to work. I have a lot to do if I am to get done in time today to take Shy on her annual Quest for Candy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-7524754770717071652?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7524754770717071652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/quest-for-candy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7524754770717071652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7524754770717071652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/quest-for-candy.html' title='Quest for Candy'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6290244613128795199</id><published>2011-10-28T08:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:07:17.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;So Shy had a half-day at school yesterday. With the kids gone from the school, the PTA took advantage of that time to begin setting up for a "boo-fest" tonight. I am sure I will have something more to say about that on Monday, but for now, back to the half day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DW is involved with the PTA and so she went to the school to help set up. That left Shy getting out of school early, and of course, I had to take time off of work to get her at the bus. I love the cahnces we have to spend time with just the two of us, so I was more than happy to oblige. When I picked her up, she infomred me that she was hungry and wanted to get something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested a little deli type mini-mart that is up the street from our house. She had never been there before and asked if they had tuna. I said they did, and it was agreed that we would go there for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there they had a little sub type tuna sandwich that was about 8 inches long. I showed it to her and asked if she wanted to share it with me. I would cut it and we could each have half. She thought that was a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said to her "Why don't you get a bag of chips we can share"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went over to the rack with the chips and picked out a bag of Doritos and agreed that we could share that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some Twinkies on another rack and since I know she likes them I picked it up and said "Do you want to share the Twinkies for dessert? We can each have one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She declined that and said "I would rather have cookies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to the cookie rack and she picked up a 4 pack of Chips Ahoy. That caused the following conversation to ensue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Are we going to share the cookies too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy: "Yes, we can each have 3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (seeing this as a teachable math moment) "There are only 4 cookies in the package"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy: "Well then I will have 4 and you can have 2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (trying to be patient) "Shy, there are only 4 cookies total in the package"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy: "well then you can have 4 and I can have 4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (getting a little frustrated) "No Shy, there are only 4 cookies total in the package"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy: "Well then I will have 4 and you........ can get your own"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got Fig Newtons....I like them better anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6290244613128795199?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6290244613128795199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/sharing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6290244613128795199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6290244613128795199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-2304332977136129177</id><published>2011-10-27T09:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:30:10.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming and Girl Scouts</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;So last night Shy had her first swimming lesson. Unfortuntately I was unable to attend. (I had to go to Girl Scouts, but I will get to that later). DW said the entire time that she was in the water she had a huge smile on her face. She was thoroughly enjoying it. She didn't know any of the other girls or boys who were there, so yet another opportunity for her to make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from Girl Scouts, it was after she was in bed, but as usual she was still awake. I could tell she had a great time at swimming and is ready to go back. Considering we live so close to so much water, it is great that she enjoys swimming and will learn to be a good swimmer. Our son Barry was a swimmer in high school. Who knows, maybe she will be too. She seems to be a lot more athletic then the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....Girl Scouts. While DW and Shy were at the pool, dear old dad was at a Girl scout Troop Formation meeting. Yes, I was the only male in the room. Yes, I was also the oldest person in the room. I actuaally felt like I was in a room of Girl Scouts, not in a room with parents of girl scouts!. They were all so young. They also wanted to be sure I had the opportunity to be a troop leader if I wanted to. Now, I am not sure I would want a male to be a Girl Scout Troop leader, but for some reason they saw no problem....Don't worry, when they mentioned that Daisy's could be up to 10 or even 12 five and six year olds, I knew that put me out of even considering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that they are only going to meet for 1 hour every other week. So it won't be too much for Shy. The other good news is that it includes a lot of girls from her school from other 1st grade classes. More opportunities for her to meet new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thanks for yesterday's comments on how much she should be doing and about over-involvement. There is definitely a lot to think about. I think it will be much easier for us to get play dates and other type activities set up once we get to know some of the other parents better. Unfortunately, Shy does not come home with last names, and the only phone number she came home from school with was unreadable (I was just as glad. His name was Anthony and he is an older boy on the bus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is on DW and I. We have to get to know some of the other parents so that we can find these things out. DW is doing a good job of that by being involved in PTA. As a matter of fact she will be at the school this afternoon getting a halloween thing ready for tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Shy is doing well. She is looking forward to Girl Scouts. She is LOVING swim, and so far, no real problems. We will certainly keep a close eye on her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-2304332977136129177?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2304332977136129177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/swimming-and-girl-scouts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2304332977136129177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2304332977136129177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/swimming-and-girl-scouts.html' title='Swimming and Girl Scouts'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6347055149102270710</id><published>2011-10-26T10:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T10:43:37.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wondering</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to wonder if there is too much going on for Shyanne. She has been behaving differently, and at first I thought it might be because of the move, but now I am wonderfing if she is "over-involved".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DW is calling a person today to try to set up some aapointments for Shyanne to see someone, but until then, we have to deal with it ourselves, I guess. But how does one know when a child is over-invloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now she has Sunday School on Sunday, Dance on Monday, Swimming on Wednesday, and Basketball on Friday. We are also preparing for Girl Scouts, but that has not started yet, and we are not sure when/how that will run. I don't know if that is too much or not enough. Maybe part of the problem is she needs more stimulation on the empty days and in between the times of school and the other activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all kind of new to us. When our older kids were Shy's age, there wasn't as much available for them. the girls never did more than one or two sports/activities at a time. No one did in those days. Of course it was easier to let kids go outside and play without worrying about them at that time too. Now, you have to watch your child constantly. You never know what can happen to them and that is especially true with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While her bio parents don't know where we are, they know who we are and in this technological era, it wouldn't be too hard to find us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if anyone has any good ideas on what constitutes too much or not enough for a first grader's activities, we are always willing to get other's viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6347055149102270710?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6347055149102270710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-beginning-to-wonder-if-there-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6347055149102270710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6347055149102270710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-beginning-to-wonder-if-there-is.html' title='Just Wondering'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-1754676644893399308</id><published>2011-10-24T09:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:45:52.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we went to Maine to visit with family and friends who we left behind when we moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and her husband had just passed papers on the house they bought on Friday and we got to see it. Empty, in need of cleaning, in need of some work, in need of love. I know they will provide all of that, and it will be a wonderful home for them to spend the next chapter of their life in. DW and I are so happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our nights at Kari's house with her husband and our handsome grandson. It was a great time there too. (except that our grandson didn't feel like letting anyone sleep on Friday night). Apparently he preferred screaming to sleeping. We slept downstairs in their "guest room/office". Well, I did end up on the couch both nights as Shy decided she wanted to sleep on the bed instead of in a sleeping bag on the floor. The double bed isn't quite big enough for three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful breakfast with old friends on Saturday morning, and an equally wonderful dinner with other old friends on Saturday night. It was great spending time with them. As yet, we have not found good friends like that down here. I am sure we iwll given time, but right now, all we have are aquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyanne got to visit with two of her biological brothers this weekend as well. The one who is closest to Shyanne in age is, by all appearances, a very happy boy enjoying his new adoptive life with a wonderful man who he calls dad. The next older brother that she got to visit with, does not appear to be as happy a boy. His adoption has been final for a few months now, and the family he is with is truly wonderful, but he just doesn't seem to be very happy. I think he remembers only good things about his past life, and wants that life back. Unfortunately, that is not to be, nor should it be. Their parents were turly unable to provide a safe environment for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad Shyanne got to visit with the happy brother last. I think that made the trip a better one for her. I know there was no discussion with him about their past life. Neither of them really have much memory of it. They are both just "only" children at this point, and they truly do love and adore playing with each other. They were running around Chuck e Cheese's playing all the games, on the rides, and in the playground, while we sat around talking. I know Shy had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving we will be in Maine again, and that will be another opportunity to visit with her biological brothers. It would be nice to get the two older brothers invovled in a visit, but the foster parents they have don't seem very interested. They have been the same foster parents since the beginning, but as far as we know, the adoption is not yet final. It is really too bad. I know the two older brothers have had most of the problems, so maybe it is better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want Shyanne to stay connected with her past....as long as it is a healthy connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-1754676644893399308?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1754676644893399308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/visiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1754676644893399308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1754676644893399308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/visiting.html' title='Visiting'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-1903702360130739568</id><published>2011-10-19T12:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:44:24.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese-Its</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Our son Barry lives in Alabama. He has been there since 2007 and I think he enjoys it there. He has made some good friends, and I think friends that he will maintain for a long time to come. The problem is that we don't get to see him very much because of the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called yesterday to tell us about jobs he is applying for. Two of the most recent are in Boston and Oregon. You see where I am going with this? Absolutely. While I want him to progress in his career and do the things he wants to do and live his life the way he wants to live it, I can't help but hope that he doesn't get the job in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have nothing against Oregon. I am sure it is a beautiful state. There is Mt. Hood, the Oregon Coast I am sure is beautiful as well, and the city of Portland would be nice to visit. It is just that living in New England it has been tough enough to see him when he lived in Alabama. What would it be like if he moved to Oregon? That is our fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while we are not hoping he doesn't get the Oregon job, we are hoping real hard that if he gets any job, it be the Boston job. It would be so nice to have him back home. I know Shyanne and his biological sisters would love to have him close by. We all really miss him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does that have to do with Cheese-Its???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing. But yesterday when we told Shyanne where we were going to go to meet her biological brother on Sunday, she told us that she was excited about seeing him at "Chucky Cheese-Its" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-1903702360130739568?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1903702360130739568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/cheese-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1903702360130739568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1903702360130739568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/cheese-its.html' title='Cheese-Its'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-618918251362297734</id><published>2011-10-18T08:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:04:04.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy , Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Shyanne is certianly busy these days. She has had soccer on Saturday mornings. Dance is held on Monday afternoons. Soon she will start basketball on Friday evenings, and I think swimming starts soon and that will be on Wednesday evenings. Oh, I can't forget Sunday School. (I'll let you figure out when that one is). In any event, she is certainly keeping busy here in our new town. She had dance and Sunday School in Maine, and she had some swimming a couple of years ago when she went to pre-school at the Y, but all the other is new to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will also be a busy weekend!! We are going to Maine for a visit. She will get to visit with her sisters Amy and Kari, whom she misses and adores very much. We have also arranged for visits with two of her biological brothers. They have both been adopted and we are trying to maintain contact with them as much as possible. They are the two younger of her biological brothers. Unfortunately, the two older ones we have not had any contact with or been able to set up visits with. She has not visited with them since last Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have every meal planned for the weekend. Friday night dinner with Kari and her family. Saturday morning breakfast with Amy and her family. Saturday lunch with a biological brother. Saturday dinner with friends. Sunday morning breakfast....(I'm not sure on this one. have to check with DW) and Sunday afternoon lunch with the other biological brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I said, we are busy, busy, busy.....and I for one, am enjoying it very much!! I think Shyanne is as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-618918251362297734?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/618918251362297734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/618918251362297734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/618918251362297734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy , Busy, Busy'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6880415644801328641</id><published>2011-10-17T08:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:20:27.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Shutters</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I painted the shutters on our house. It is not that big a deal to paint shutters, but it is all part of making this house our home and having it reflect a little bit of us. It will take a while to get there, but I am sure over time we will put our stamp on this home and it will be come more and more ours as time goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was putting the shutters back on the house on Sunday, Shyanne came up to me and said she didn't like this house. When I asked her why, she couldn't really say why. I mentioned how she had friends that she was playing with right next door, and she didn't have that in Maine. She agreed that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned how nice her new swingset was here, and she agreed that she liked it. (although she doens't like the amount of spiders that get on it down here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned that we had a fireplace where we could start a fire with real wood whenever we wanted..... I lost on that one. It seems with the gas fireplace at the other house was better because she could start the fire with just a flip of the switch on the wall if she wanted to. She doesn't yet appreciate that glow and smell of a real wood fire, but over time I am confident she will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned that our driveway was now flat and she could ride up and down it without any problems, and she agreed that was nicer than the hill we had for a dirveway in Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our discussion, she agreed that there were things better about this house, but she still said she didn't like it. I know the house in Maine was special, and it will always remain as a special house to all of us, but I am confident that over time, that will change and the house in Maine will be just a distant memory. A nice memory, but just a memory of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why doesn't she like this house? I don't know for sure as she couldn't answer that for me. I think it is a combination of being new to us.....being far away from her two older sisters whom she adores.....things being different for all of us.....and who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that this is a wonderful place to live, and I am confident over time, we will all come to love it here, and enjoy ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the fire in the fireplace last night was truly wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6880415644801328641?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6880415644801328641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/painting-shutters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6880415644801328641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6880415644801328641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/painting-shutters.html' title='Painting Shutters'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-2201063965224236988</id><published>2011-10-14T11:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T11:49:58.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Makes the Day</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a great day. first, it was Shyanne's birthday and those celebrations with her are always wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was made a little more special by cousins visiting from Martha's Vineyard. My first cousin, her husband and two children came over to the Cape for a nice dinner and conversation. The kids had a great time playing together and I made one of my favorite meals (Chicken Marsala) that we all enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had picked them up from the ferry at 3:15 and brought them back to catch the last ferry to the Vineyard at 8:30pm. But they weren't the only visitors we had. We ended up with a very unexpected last minute visitor who spent the night.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister. She lives in Texas and due to some difficulty in planning a trip to visit some friends she found herself coming to Massachusetts with no place to stay last night. She called me yesterday morning, which was quite unusual, and explained her plight asking if she could spend the night.....Of course she could. she's my sister. I would never turn her away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I left to bring my cousin back to the ferry, DW left to pick up my sister at the bus stop. They arrived at the house shortly after I did, and we stayed up talking until about 11:00pm. It was really nice and made for a fine end to a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is truly wonderful. I love them all....and more importantly.....So does Shyanne!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-2201063965224236988?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2201063965224236988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-makes-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2201063965224236988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2201063965224236988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-makes-day.html' title='Family Makes the Day'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-2776265837870165384</id><published>2011-10-13T08:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T08:53:15.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shyanne's Birthday</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Today is Shyanne's 6th birthday. She has been with us almost 4 years now, and next month will be a 1 year Adoption Day celebration. I can no longer remember what life was like without her in our home, and I don't want to because it is absolutely wonderful having her in our family and spending every day with her. She is definitely a special girl. Everyone in our family loves and adores her. More importantly, she loves and adores all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are in a new area and she hasn't had a chance to get to know a lot of the kids yet, we are putting off her actual "kids" birthdya party until the end of the month. These days it is difficult to get informaiton from the schools about people's last names and addresses, and they frown on bringing invitations to school. As a result, it makes it difficult for a new child coming into a community close to their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, we are planning and will get a good party for her with her new friends in a couple of weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, cousins are coming over to visit from Martha's Vineyard. They wil be here for dinner, so it will be like a mini family celebration tonight. Of course the way DW goes about buying birthday presents, it will be far from "mini" on that end of it. (Yes, I did participate in the buying, but when there are way too many presents, I feel the need to blame DW).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 6th Birthday Shyanne!!! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-2776265837870165384?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2776265837870165384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/shyannes-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2776265837870165384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2776265837870165384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/shyannes-birthday.html' title='Shyanne&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-9063843454736924680</id><published>2011-10-12T07:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:50:17.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Spin on an Old Problem</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Since I missed so much time here on the blog, I am going to try and get you caught up. Back at the end of August we went to Shy's new school for an open house. It was the Thursday before Labor Day, and the classroom was all set up and ready to go. Shy would start first grade the day after Labor Day, and she was quite excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found a place at a table with her name on it. This was to be her seat. Table 4. There were 5 other children at Table 4. There were 3 boys and 3 girls to be sitting there when school started on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump ahead about a week.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a lot of families do, we go over our day at the dinner table with each of us taking turns as to what we did during our day. Shy always goes last. We were only a few days into school when Shyanne mentioned a game she was playing on the playground with some of the other children. We asked if they were children that were at Table 4 with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when she told us she was no longer sitting at Table 4. It hadn't been that long that she was in school and we were wondering why there had already been a table change, so we asked. Her answer was surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that (at least as Shyanne saw it) she just wasn't talking enough with the children over at table 2, so the teacher thought it would be better if she sat with the children over at table 2 so she could talk more with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked if she was sure it wasn't that she was talking too much to the children at her old table. She went on to the next thing she did that day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a new spin, and I thought, quite original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-9063843454736924680?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/9063843454736924680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-spin-on-old-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/9063843454736924680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/9063843454736924680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-spin-on-old-problem.html' title='A New Spin on an Old Problem'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6029299596304001497</id><published>2011-10-11T11:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T11:21:26.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;My daughter was tweeting last week and wondered if I would ever update this blog. It seems like a good question. I was trying to get caught up, but then there was the move, and my mother's visit, and getting ready for everything with Shy starting a new school. It has been very hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still hectic at work. There is a lot to do at a new place, and this place has been no exception. There are so many good people though, so that is a help. There has been so much happening since we moved and getting settled that I have a lot to write. Unfortunately, I never percieve myself as having the time to do it. I am going to make an honest effort to correct that and try to write something and keep everyone up to date as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect to see more here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6029299596304001497?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6029299596304001497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-have-i-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6029299596304001497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6029299596304001497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-1539153524587572404</id><published>2011-07-28T19:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T19:55:56.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Have Made It</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is my last day alone on Cape Cod. Tomorrow, DW and Shy, along with my mother will be arriving ehre and we will officially start our life on Cape Cod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we are still homeless, things are looking very good to pass papers on our new home and to have the movers arrive on Tuesday am. Life should start to get back to normal. I have really missed DW and Shy over these last few days especially and I can't tell you how much I look forward to their arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to tell you one story that A told me about today. Apparently last night DW took A and K and Shy and L to the Ice Cream Stand for Ice Cream. A was sad to see Shy leaving and Shy told her not to worry that she could come visit us anytime she wanted. Then she added that if she couldn't visit, she could just send her a present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hear her giggle right now. she has the most addicting laugh/giggle and I have missed that so much that I am going to be sure to pick her up and tickle her as soon as she gets here just so I can hear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it won't be easy for her. It hasn't been so far, and now starting in a new home in a new place with a new school should be hard for her, but I know we will all get through it together. I already have the school informaiton and she is set up fr a tour fof the school. I have informaiton coming from the dance school in the town we will be living in, and she lvoes the beach, of which there are plenty here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure we will all get through, but so far it has been very overwhelming and stressful. Hopefully their arrival tomorrow will help relieve some of that stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-1539153524587572404?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1539153524587572404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-think-i-have-made-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1539153524587572404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1539153524587572404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-think-i-have-made-it.html' title='I Think I Have Made It'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-7891270053525015241</id><published>2011-07-16T20:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:39:10.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless......</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday papers were passed on our beautiful home in Maine. It was a great place and apparently in the overall scheme of things it served its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was its purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think it was probably to bring us Shyanne. I don't think we ever would have been involved in foster care if we hadn't moved into that house. Had we not been involved in foster care, there would be no Shyanne. We would probably still be living in the old house we lived in for 23 years, and contemplating retirement this year or next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While thoughts of retirement are still with us on a regular basis and we make a lot of decisions with one eye towards retirement, the other eye is always on Shyanne with everything we do. Yes, as we leave our dream home, we leave with new dreams for a little girl who was considered a "failure to thrive" baby. We will make sure she isn't a failure to thrive child. We give her all that we can and we hope that all her dreams can come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our dream home in Maine is gone, but it is our intent to make a home of dreams for us and Shyanne on Cape Cod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be homeless for a few weeks, but on the bright side, DW and I have each other, we both have Shyanne, and Shyanne has the both of us. and ....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also mortgageless!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-7891270053525015241?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7891270053525015241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/07/homeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7891270053525015241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7891270053525015241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/07/homeless.html' title='Homeless......'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-1308078334738181607</id><published>2011-07-11T21:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:37:16.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Goodbye</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Today I said goodbye to our house in Maine for the last time. DW is still there and will be finishing up all the packing so that everything is ready to go when the movers show up on Thursday. She will then be the one who is there to pass papers on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be on the Cape, so when I left today it was the last time I would see that house as mine. What made it a little bittersweet was that Shyanne was in the window waving good-bye to me as I pulled out of the driveway and made my way down the street. My mom was with me in the car, and it was nice to have her with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyanne didn't want me to go, but she never does. She really enojys the time we spend together as a family. It is so good. She never wants us to be apart. She is not happy when DW leaves or when I leave. She is a happy little girl, and is happiest when we are all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its own way, that is really quite nice, and makes me quite happy, and I really look forward to the time when we are all together on the Cape, settled into our new home and living our life there. When will that happen? Well, as I said, we are scheduled to pass papers on our house in Maine on Friday. We are scheduled to pass papers on the new house on the Cape on Monday August 1. We are hopeful the movers can deliver our goods on August 2, but that is questionable and it may have to wait until August 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, the most important date for me right now is July 29th. That is the date that Shy and DW will come down to the Cape and we will be living together as a family in the new location. We won't be in our home, but that is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be together as a family and that makes Shyanne happy........I can assure you, it also makes DW and I very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-1308078334738181607?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1308078334738181607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1308078334738181607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1308078334738181607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-goodbye.html' title='The Last Goodbye'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-5951106814037062215</id><published>2011-07-07T21:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:49:05.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The House, The Home</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I get to go home for a few days. It will be my last time in that house. I will certainly miss that house. It is a beautiful house in a beautiful neighborhood. More importantly,l it is the house that helped to bring us Shyanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to put that on the house. After all, had we stayed in our other house, it would not have passed all the requirements of DHHS without a lot of work. We probably would not have thought about doing Foster Care to begin with, and I would probably be retired now, or very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have Shyanne. What could be better than that. I wouldn't trade that for anything. After all, the house is just a house. A building. An object constructed of wood and metal and other various objects. Nothing more, nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are all kinds of quotes about what the difference is between a house and a home. But the one that Ilike the most is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who said that, but I like it, and DW, Shy and I will be building our love and dreams at a new wonderful location on Cape Cod. Just a few more weeks and we will all be together in the new house. I can't believe how quick this is all happening. We don't even have time to think, it is just go go go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our hope that we will have plenty of time with A, J, T, H, B, K, A2 and L in our new home and that they will also help us to build this new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-5951106814037062215?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5951106814037062215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/07/house-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5951106814037062215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5951106814037062215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/07/house-home.html' title='The House, The Home'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-3017006439654431383</id><published>2011-07-05T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:54:36.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape Cod</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;I am staying in military housing until I get totally settled, and I haven't had access to the internet except when at work and I have been way to busy to get on here when at work. I finally have some access so I figured I would pass along some of the trials and tribulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have found a house that we want to buy and have begun the process. We supposedly have an agreement, but until I see the document signed by the seller, I will not be comfortable. I have called the real estate agent twice tonight and he hasn't called me back. In the meantime, DW and Shy were down here over the long weekend. They arrived Friday at about 11:00am and stayed until this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really hard on Shy. She just doesn't understand it. She kept saying she missed home when she was down here, but then she didn't want to leave, and when they left this morning, she kept saying she wanted to go back because she missed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a real trooper this weekend too. She was well behaved throughout our 6 1/2 hour ordeal looking at houses on Saturday and she really enjoyed spending some time with the people I am working with now when she arrived on Friday. We did reward her with a doll because of her excellent behavior and while I know she appreciated it, she really doesn't understand the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she will be fine when all is said and done, but it is very painful watching her kind of struggle with this whole concept of moving. I can't wait until it is all over and done with. She did have a great time at a water park on Sunday and at the beach on Monday, so hopefully when she finds out that will be the norm for us in the summer she will really enjoy it. I know she will like the fact that the summers will last longer hear then they do up in Maine, but I also know she will miss her 2 big sisters who live in Maine....and for the record, they will miss her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the job goes.....I am working with some really wonderful people here. One of them is a former foster parent who fostered 26 different children and adopted one. The one that was adopted just returned from serving his country in Afghanistan. If there is one thing I have found, it is that people in general all have interesting stories if you are just willing to listen, and the people I am working with now are not only interesting, but very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already like it here. I know DW will like it here once we are setlled. I just hope it doesn't take too long for Shy to like it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-3017006439654431383?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3017006439654431383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/07/cape-cod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3017006439654431383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3017006439654431383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/07/cape-cod.html' title='Cape Cod'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-1838056921186406416</id><published>2011-06-25T20:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:33:33.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I leave for Cape Cod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start working the new job on Monday, and also have to find a new home for DW, Shy and myself. I can't begin to tell you how stressful this is/has been/will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy seems to be oblivious to the whole thing. She got upset when we started packing some toys, but when we told her we would unpack them again when we got to the Cape, she was ok. I still don't think she has a firm grasp of what is happening with the move, but in time, I am sure whe will get it, and be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about Shy is that she makes friends quickly, wherever we go. We weren't at the Forever Families Weekend for an hour before she had a new best friend. I have to blog about that weekend, but it will be a fairly long entry, and I just haven't had the time to get it done. It was fun though, and I will mention this one instance here while I think about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found a little girl her age. She went up to her and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other girl said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy then said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm adopted" (she knows that makes her special)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other little girl said "Oh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then said: "Are you adopted?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said "no"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in her own special way, Shy said "Then what are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really quite humerous. As it turns out, the parents and grandparents of the little girl were some of the people who were facilitating at the weekend, but it was great for Shy. She met a friend, and they, along with another girl and a couple of boys spent a lot of time together. Anyway, it makes me smile to think about it, and what I need now is something to smile about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss this house, this place, already miss the old job, but more about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night, and I will try to have a safe trip to the Cape tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-1838056921186406416?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1838056921186406416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/06/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1838056921186406416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1838056921186406416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/06/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-3015560122345142349</id><published>2011-06-24T21:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:10:10.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Your Mother</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;is sometimes an appropriate answer.......in my opinion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been so busy getting things packed up and ready to go. So much work to do, but I had a chance to take a break to go to the lawyer's office today. I took Shy with me as she had asked, and she loves going places, it doesn't matter where. I may not be able to be here for the passing of papers on the house, so I had to go there to sign a limited power of attorney so DW could be the one to sign all the papers next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were on the way home my lovely little girl said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, I want a baby sister"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, and a baby brother too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gave it a lot of thought, as I didn't quite know how to respond. For those of you who aren't familiar with our story, we have three biological children aged 33, 29, and 28. We adopted Shy from foster care and she is now age 5. With biological considerations take into account, it will be impossible for us to have any more biological children......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the only answer I could think of, and one that I have used many times over the years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask you mother"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did give DW a heads up, but by the time we got home, after a short stop at the market, apparently the urge for a baby brother or sister had gone, and she hasn't asked DW........ yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-3015560122345142349?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3015560122345142349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/06/ask-your-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3015560122345142349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3015560122345142349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/06/ask-your-mother.html' title='Ask Your Mother'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-8863367609255286328</id><published>2011-06-20T22:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:38:14.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken a new job in Massachusetts. 4 years ago if you asked me, I would have said I would be retiring by now, but things have changed. Shyanne is the biggest reason for those changes. Obviously with a 5 year old, I am not the least bit interested in retiring at an early age. More importantly, I want to make sure I have enough funds to support her in the regal style she is becoming accustomed to now during her teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one other issue I have had. Now, first, I have to tell you that DW does not agree with me on this one, but I still feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry about Shyanne's biological father. I think he is a dangerous man and given the chance and getting in the wrong frame of mind, I believe he would come after her. They know who we are, and I am sure they know where we live. Like I said, DW doesn't think he will try anything as he was more interested in the two older boys, but I still think he would try something, and that scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus another reason to seek out a new job. So once the adoption was complete, I started looking. It didn't take long to find something I was interested in, and sure enough I got selected. So I found out last month I was selected and they wanted me to start June 20th (yes today). I talked them into the 27th, so I have one more week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago we put our house on the market. In this day and age, it could take ages to sell a home....no, not for us. We have a signed purchase and sales agreement already, the buyer has had the home inspected already and they want to close the sale on July 15th. OMG!!! We will be homeless in 3 1/2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we have been scrambling to get things packed up, try ot find a place to live, and work out getting a new mortgage for a place to live. and I have to be at my new job on Monday. I know it wouldn't have happened this way if it wasn't meant to be this way, but this is way too stressful for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am committed to keeping up on the blog as well. I am hopeful I can find the time to tell you all about our vacation over the last week and a half as well as Shyanne's reactions to all that is going on. More importantly for purposes of this blog, we went to the Forever Families weekend at Camp Nah Jee Wah in Milford, Pennsylvania and that was wonderful. We learned a lot I want to pass along to you all....but right now I have to get to bed. more packing to do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-8863367609255286328?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8863367609255286328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/06/moving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8863367609255286328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8863367609255286328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/06/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6462929051324543507</id><published>2011-06-19T07:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T07:59:11.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To rephrase a line from a writer who is far superior to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the happeist of times, it is the saddest of times...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first Father's Day since we adopted Shyanne...................I love you so much Shyanne!&lt;br /&gt;This is the first Father's Day since my father passed away.......................I miss you so much Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6462929051324543507?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6462929051324543507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6462929051324543507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6462929051324543507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-8700448912253950084</id><published>2011-06-19T07:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T07:54:54.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much to Write</title><content type='html'>So it has been a while and so much has been happening in our lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father passed in February. I have a new job I start next Monday. We have a contract to sell our house on July 15th, but no place to live in Massachusetts where I will be working. House hunting starts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended Forever Families weekend run by Debra Schwartz from Jewish Family Services of Greenwich, CT. and I have a lot to say about that wonderful experience, and thanks to pass along to Melissa at Full Circle who was able to connect me to that through her webcast "Adoption Angles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will get to all of that in coming days and weeks. For right now, I have a simple Father's Day post I want to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-8700448912253950084?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8700448912253950084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-much-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8700448912253950084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8700448912253950084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-much-to-write.html' title='So Much to Write'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-4713055313946337292</id><published>2011-03-14T20:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:55:55.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouths of Babes</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Since my dad passed away there has been a lot of talk about God from Shyanne. We read her some books about death and she was very good at the funeral. She is really very good all the time, but especially at the funeral. When the time came to throw some dirt on the grave of my father she wanted to help as well, and also threw some dirt on the grave with the shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty amazing, and she knew how sad I was and was very comforting for me as well before, during, and after the  services. She asked a lot of questions that one would expect a five year old to ask, and since we have been back, the questions and comments had slowed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least until today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we took Shyanne to see her therapist. She went into the room and I was sitting in the waiting room while DW was downstairs in the parking lot awaiting the arrival of (K) who was meeting us to pick up (L), our grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes after leaving Shyanne in the room the therapist came right out and asked me to bring Shyanne downstairs to DW as she had something she had to tell me. I immediately broughy her down to DW and headed back upstairs. The therapist met me before I got all the way back and told me that Shyanne had said the following to her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My old parents were bad and they won't go to heaven. They are going to stay in the ground, because bad people stay in the ground and don't get to go to be with God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was said without provocation. There had been nothing said about my father or the funeral, or anything else. It was just the first thing that Shy blurted out when the door was closed. It is amazing. She also told her that my father was a good person and he had gone to be with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the mouths of babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-4713055313946337292?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4713055313946337292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/03/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4713055313946337292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4713055313946337292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/03/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-2698152213674531847</id><published>2011-03-08T19:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:28:46.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While Again</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Only this time has been different. As some readers know, I had to make a trip to Florida in January as we were told that my father had had some kind of an event and was very close to death. As it turned out, he was able to pull through and after spending about a week there with my family, my father was back in a rehab and appeared to be progressing along to recovery and hopefully a return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that was not in the cards.  They had to bring him back to the hospital on February 17th. I got a call on February 2oth that they were putting him into a hospice at the hospital as there wasn't much more they could do, and he didn't have much time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I both flew to Florida and we were able to spend a couple of days with my dad while he was in hospice and was able to respond and communicate with us. Unfortunately, that was all the time we had, but I do feel as though we made the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday February 24th, my dad was totally unresponsive, although they told us that he could probably here us. His eye (one was paralyzed shut) remained open the whole day. I don't remember the exact time, but I think my sister and I left there about 10:00pm. A few hours later, while at my mother's house, we got the phone call that my father had passed at 12:45am on Friday February 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a number of stories to tell about that week and the time that has passed since then. It has certainly had an affect on Shyanne, but I have to tell you she was a very good girl at the funeral service and at the cemetary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a time to be proud. I was proud of my father's courage. I was proud of Shyanne and the way she acted and responded to the death of her papa. I was proud of my three older children as well. My son even said a few words at the funeral for his papa and he did a great job. More will follow on that with my next post, but in the meantime, I am just going to relax and think about my dad for a few days, and just in case he is following this blog......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dad, and already miss you more than you can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-2698152213674531847?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2698152213674531847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-while-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2698152213674531847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2698152213674531847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-while-again.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While Again'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-7710462015016311708</id><published>2011-02-18T13:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:28:50.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WE HAVE BEEN BUSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7HkQaPn5-w/TV642WPMGwI/AAAAAAAAJ3w/UvNBaWcxVAU/s1600/Father%2BDaughter%2BDance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575096632552987394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7HkQaPn5-w/TV642WPMGwI/AAAAAAAAJ3w/UvNBaWcxVAU/s320/Father%2BDaughter%2BDance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been so busy, I haven't had any time at all to blog. I fell like I must be the worst blogger in the world. In any event, I promised a picture from the Father/Daughter Valentine dance, and here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shy and I had a great day. We started at (A)s house for this photograph and a few others, then we went out for dinner. It was her choice, since it was her night and went to a buffet style restaurant. She refers to it as "The restaurant where you pick out your own food."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that it was off to the elementary school where the dance was being held. There we signed in, had our picture taken and immediately found our way to the table of food. Tehre were fruits and vegertables along with dip, and also some pastrys. We had just eaten dinner, but Shy was in the mood for more so we filled up a couple of plates and got ourselves a bottle of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a long time since I attended one of these dances. After all, (K), my formerly youngest daughter is now 28 years old. I had forgotten how cute all the little girls looked dressed up for the evening out with dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any event, that is all about the dance. I will try to be a better bogger and be more regular. I do need to pass along the story about the "cops" and others that I will as time permits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-7710462015016311708?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7710462015016311708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-have-been-busy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7710462015016311708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7710462015016311708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-have-been-busy.html' title='WE HAVE BEEN BUSY'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7HkQaPn5-w/TV642WPMGwI/AAAAAAAAJ3w/UvNBaWcxVAU/s72-c/Father%2BDaughter%2BDance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-281533171876088835</id><published>2011-02-03T16:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T16:22:33.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do Some Kids Hit and Kick?</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Shyanne told me on Tuesday that she was hoping it snowed enough so that there was no school on Wedenesday. This took me by surprise because in the past she has always liked going to school. So when i asked her why she hoped there was no school and she told me she didn't like school anymore, I had to find out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few questions she finally informed me that this boy that she has had problems with in the past had been hitting and kicking her again. This little girl has had enough violence in her life, and while boys will be boys, especially at age 5, we were not going to tolerate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that the teacher had left the room to make some copies of something and she had told the teacher when she returned (good for her) and the teacher gave the boy a time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praised her for telling the teacher and I wrote an email to the teacher. The teacher wrote back saying that she was unaware of this situation (apparently she didn't give him a time out, or it just didn't happen) but she did say that she had been out of the room for just a few seconds to make some copies in the next room and the kids were at their tables. Sicne this boy and Shy are at different tables she didn't think anything had happened then, but she was going to have another talk with Shy and make sure that Shy did come to her when there were issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is.....Did Shy make up the fact that the boy hit her......OR.....did she make up the fact that she told the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't be sure which, so it is obviously a delicate topic. I certainly don't want to say anything further, and hopefully the teacher will not leave the kids alone for even a few seconds again in the future....but at least Shy told me.&lt;br /&gt; I might add here that we do like her teacher and think she is wonderful for Shy, but if this should happen again, we may not feel that way. In any event....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a wonderful little girl (I may be biased, but even unbiased people agree) and I want her to have a wonderful time at school. I hope she does for the rest of the year, or we may have to take further action. I am just not sure what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a part of me that wants to tell her if he hits her again to kick him in the you-know-what, but that is not the way I want her to live her life. She could have had a life like that with her bio family, she shouldn't need it with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that this is last time I have to deal with this&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-281533171876088835?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/281533171876088835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-do-some-kids-hit-and-kick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/281533171876088835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/281533171876088835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-do-some-kids-hit-and-kick.html' title='Why Do Some Kids Hit and Kick?'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-8252968105793924743</id><published>2011-01-31T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:19:01.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Questions</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, children ask many questions as they grow up. Some questions are very thoughtful like "Why is the sky blue?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some that can be quite annoying . You know the questions like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we there yet?" or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When is dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course children always say the darndest things as those of us who remember Art Linkletter will attest to, and as a result there are those questions that are just really funny. Of course some are only funny in retrospect because at the time they are embarassing. Of course none of them are said in a quiet voice. They are always loud enough so that anyone within 20 feet can hear, Some of those may be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Thanksgiving table........."Why is Grandpas face so wrinkled?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In line at the supermarket......... "Why does that lady have so much gunk on her face?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the restaurant......... "Why does this food make me think I am going to throw up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, as you get through the initial shock of some of the questions or try to get them to stop asking the annoying question, as a parent, you want ot be sure to provide some kind of an answer that will satisfy the curiosity of the young one who has asked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having had three children who are now (fairly) well-adjusted adults, I have heard many questions, and found that in most cases I have been able to provide a meaningful answer. Yesterday however, I was stumped. I kind of stumbled my way through a made up answer that seemed to satisfy Shy, but I am wondering if anyone has a better answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the question itself shows some great thought, and she was very genuine when she asked the question. It only contained one word that might be considered unusual for a 5 year old, but you never know what they might be studying in school...so what was the question?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do mermaids hibernate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what my lame response was, but I am curious from the people who read this blog. What would your answer be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-8252968105793924743?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8252968105793924743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/childrens-questions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8252968105793924743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8252968105793924743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/childrens-questions.html' title='Children&apos;s Questions'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6138838996485150567</id><published>2011-01-30T15:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:01:11.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake Breakfast</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;This morning Shy and I went to a pancake breakfast that was being held by the PTA in order to raise funds for a new curtain for the stage at the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pancakes were ok, and the sausage was good, but the Syrup wasn't real Maple Syrup and I have been spoiled. Living where we do in Maine, it is almost traitorous to use that stuff in the green bottle. You have to have a jug of the real thing. It is a little more expensive, but it makes all the difference in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress, that isn't what this post is about. It was just Shy and I because DW had to work today so we got to sit together and eat breakfast with each other across the table. It was really quite nice. I enjoyed it immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy named Brian was there who rides Shy's bus with her. Shyanne insisted he was being funny. I just saw a boy sticking food out of his mouth and sucking it back in. Of course every time he did it, Shy would start giggling. It was kind of cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a boy that is in her class that showed up. We have heard about this boy before but have only met and talked with his mother.. She is really quite nice, and there is a younger boy also. Shy apparently really likes this boy. As soon as she saw him, she had to go over to his table. All they did was look at each other and Shy started giggling again then returned to the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving Shy insisted I meet this little boy so we went over to the table. Shy didn't say anything so I spoke up and introduced myself to the boy. He seemed to be very nice although he was a bit shy himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, Shy told me this cute little boy called her his "momma"..........I was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed so cute and innocent. I guess those are the ones I need to watch out for!!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6138838996485150567?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6138838996485150567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/pancake-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6138838996485150567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6138838996485150567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/pancake-breakfast.html' title='Pancake Breakfast'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-353023887049251086</id><published>2011-01-27T21:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:34:00.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First School Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TUIo0nNf1EI/AAAAAAAAJ3c/jIs5aasnKQs/s1600/DSCN6182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567056973727257666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TUIo0nNf1EI/AAAAAAAAJ3c/jIs5aasnKQs/s320/DSCN6182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today Shy's kindergarden class had their first concert today. Actually it was all the kids grades K-2 in the school that had the concert today. Of course DW and I were in attendance and (K) was also their with our grandson. To most people this was an ordinary elementary school concert with kids singing not very well, but looking very cute and having a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me it was something more than that. It doesn't take much to look and see how much she has grown up. Just this year the changes in her have been quite something to see. She is so beautiful, and so smart, and she is almost always smiling and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she does a wonderful curtsey (sp?)!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-353023887049251086?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/353023887049251086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-school-concert.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/353023887049251086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/353023887049251086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-school-concert.html' title='First School Concert'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TUIo0nNf1EI/AAAAAAAAJ3c/jIs5aasnKQs/s72-c/DSCN6182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-3845013833391495132</id><published>2011-01-25T06:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:46:03.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Pictures</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;How many times did my biological children come home from school and be required to bring in a baby picture for some kind of school project? How many times have you received a note from school about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens all the time. I never really thought about it until yesterday. Shy brought home a note from school. They are learning about how they grow and they are to bring in pictures so that they can see how they have changed over the years and how they have grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the teacher said that they could bring in baby OR toddler pictures. We don't have any baby pictures of Shy and I guess when she came home she indicated that to DW. DW did inform her that we had plenty of toddler pictures and we would send one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy and I together picked out a picture from about a week after she came to us. She was 2 yrs and 2 months old at the time. That will be the youngest picture we will have of her. I know in future years, we are not going to have a teacher who will ask for a baby OR toddler picture. It won't be their fault either. The fact that Shy is adopted, as important as it is to us, will become less and less a part of who she is as time gos on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invariably one of the teachers will post the baby pictures on the bulletin board so all the kids will have to guess who the child is. Then there will be some event for parents to come into the school and all the parents will look at the picture of Shy and wonder what kind of people her parents are who couldn't even follow the instructions to send in a baby picture and sent in a picture of a 2 year old. I know.....I am getting ahead of myself and who cares what anyone else thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? It bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I geuss what is important is that it doesn't seem to bother Shy all that much and she quickly got over it. She is happy with the picture we picked out. But what will happen if she is the only one without a picture as an "infant"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  guess this is my problem and not hers. I have to be careful not to make it her problem. I do wish we had at least one baby picture of her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-3845013833391495132?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3845013833391495132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-pictures.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3845013833391495132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3845013833391495132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-pictures.html' title='Baby Pictures'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-5007043792960929405</id><published>2011-01-20T06:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T07:19:26.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father/Daughter Dance</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago (I am thinking around 1985) in the City of Bangor, Maine they started having a Father/Daughter Velentine's Day Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A) and I were in attendance the first year. That year the dance was held in the parks and rec building. The building had been an elementary school and the cafeteria seemed like a great place to hold it. While it was a truly wonderful time and event and all the girls loved it, the venue was too small. The dance quickly outgrew that little old cafeteria and in coming years moved to the Civic Center where I think they could hold 500 couples for the dance. It was still a tough ticket to get and people were advertising in the paper asking for tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the surrounding towns, seeing the success of this event started having their own events and now they are a staple around these parts, as I am sure they are in other parts of the country as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended for many years. First with (A) and then started attending with (K) when she was old enough. Each year there would be a new dress and of course flowers. I would take my daughter out to dinner and then we would go to the dance. We had pictures taken and everyone had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was never really much of a dance, but I would get dances in with my daughters. Most of the time though, the girls would talk with their friends and the fathers would talk with the other fathers. The light refreshments also filled up part of the night as well as more than a few bellys. I really did enjoy going and I know the girls liked it too. At the end of the night we would have a wonderful picture and of course we still have fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended my last one, and this is a guess, somewhere around 1994. I knew I would not be attending another dance as (K) was getting a little too old for that event and I could see the writing on the wall. She had a good time, but it was kind of bittersweet for me. I really did enjoy them, even if I didn't get to dance much, and had to talk with fathers of the girls friends who I didn't really know. Nonetheless, it was for me the start of the time when other boys would become more important in my girls lives then I was. They were growing up and this was to be my last Father/Daughter Valentine's Day Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am glad to report I was wrong!!! The note came home from school yesterday. The town we moved to is one of the towns that started having their own dance! I can attend with Shyanne. The event will be held on February 13th and you can be sure there will be some pictures posted here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited to see the paperwork, and I wrote out the check immediately. (DW) will be getting it out today and we will be sure to be in attendance. I am not sure where we will go for dinner, but if I give Shy the choice, I have a pretty good idea of where we will end up.I know it will be a wonderful time, and I will certainly enjoy every last minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the dancing goes......I am not sure I have as willing a partner as I had in the past. Maybe I have a willing partner who just doesn't like the way I dance. You see last night when I was talking to Shyanne about the dance, I took her hands and started dancing in the kitchen with her and told her how we could go to the dance and dance together! She had only one question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, is there a place where kids can dance alone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of that, you can be sure we will get at least one dance in!!!! I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-5007043792960929405?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5007043792960929405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/fatherdaughter-dance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5007043792960929405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5007043792960929405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/fatherdaughter-dance.html' title='Father/Daughter Dance'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-321871546110532232</id><published>2011-01-18T19:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:31:03.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Father</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;So two weeks ago today I got a call from a friend of my parents that my father was in seriuos condition and I needed to come to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I got there as fast as I could, which was about 20 hours later. My father had had some kind of an event where he had collapsed. Thankfully he was at the hospital at the time about to get a radiation treatment so they took him to the emergency room, admitted him to the hospital and put him in ICU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of days there and a couple of more days in a regular hospital room, he was back at the rehab center where he has spent a lot of time over the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is he appears to be on the road to recovery. Recovery for him will mean being able to go home. After all, he is 86 years old, and has a myriad of problems. Thankfully, his problems do not affect his mental capacity or more importantly, his sense of humor. He still has both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, his problems don't affect his ability to love or be loved. He is truly a special person and I am not just saying that because he is my father. I am saying that because he truly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think on of the most important things my sister and I were taught growing up was that no matter what, you always have your family. My father not only said that, he lived it. There were times when that philosophy was as stressed as it could possibly be. In spite of that, my father stayed true to his conviction that no matter what, you always have your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a large part of who I am today. I have certainly had moments of doubt in my life and been a big part of that stress, but my family is the most important thing to me, and no matter what I did to destroy that notion, I still had my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am so glad that we have been able to include Shyanne as part of our family, as that is something she certainly didn't have with her biological family.  My mother and father have also been supportive right from the start with Shyanne, and they definitely consider her a grandchild and a part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyanne is so much convinced of that, that when she was trying to guess someone in the family and I told her it was someone who was special to her, her first guess was my mother. It was not who I was thinking of at the time, but it shows how important her Nanny and Papa are to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that Shyanne is a part of our family now so that she can love by that as well, and I am so glad that I am a part of the family I have. As my father said.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you always have family............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how my father did it......when I was a teenager he didn't know anything. He hasn't been to school since then, but boy did he get smart!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-321871546110532232?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/321871546110532232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/321871546110532232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/321871546110532232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-father.html' title='My Father'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-3755756777114605667</id><published>2011-01-16T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:52:20.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here....Look for yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TTOgvp9RSVI/AAAAAAAAJ3U/BpQDs3M9EOw/s1600/DSCN6140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562966705309829458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TTOgvp9RSVI/AAAAAAAAJ3U/BpQDs3M9EOw/s320/DSCN6140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She really loves them!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-3755756777114605667?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3755756777114605667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/herelook-for-yourself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3755756777114605667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3755756777114605667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/herelook-for-yourself.html' title='Here....Look for yourself'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TTOgvp9RSVI/AAAAAAAAJ3U/BpQDs3M9EOw/s72-c/DSCN6140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-3525973237045967471</id><published>2011-01-15T19:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T19:23:38.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains!!!</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;OK, so no one will probably believe me on this one, but Shyanne and I went to a train show in November. After that, every time we went to the mall, she wanted to go to the store that had a train set in the window and play with it. She loved it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas the set went on sale for 1/2 price. It was a Lionel "O" Gauge electric train. At that price, I had to get it for her. She loves it! Really, she does!!! Yes, I am going to have fun with it to. So will the grandchildren, and I have a feeling my son-in-law may find his way over here to play with it once in a while too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a great investment......Today, Shyanne and I spent the day building tables in the basement to put the trains on. I built two 4' by 8' tables. It was a great day for Shy and dad and we had a fun time together building the tables. There was not a lot she could do, but what she could do, she was great at. Very serious about helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even has a notebook with a listing of things she wants to have on the layout. She wants to have a playground with a little girl flying a kite. She wants to have a football field, and she wants to have a school. Also a fair and a few other things. We will certainly get to them, but for today, we had a great time together. I already know this is going to be one of those things that will be bring us hours and hours of fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have plenty of things we can do, but nothing quite like this. I have a feeling this hobby is going to last us for many years and that will make it well worth it. I do have to get an engineer's cap for myself though. Shyanne has one, and my littlest grandson has one, but I haven't been able to find adult sizes yet, and Shyanne won't let anyone run the trains if they don't have a hat.....I have to sneak my chances in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today the tables were built. Tomorrow we will clean up the mess and move the trains onto the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, trains are not just for boys. Shyanne LOVES them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-3525973237045967471?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3525973237045967471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/trains.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3525973237045967471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3525973237045967471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/trains.html' title='Trains!!!'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-5282619983372638096</id><published>2011-01-13T18:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:39:17.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Means Forever!!!</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's easy for me to say, but hard for Shyanne to understand. Even though it has been over 3 years since DHHS removed her from her biological home and she was only 2 years old at the time, she still has moments when apparently something inside of her causes her concern that either I or DW will not return to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 weeks ago, she came into our bedroom after I had gone to work (which is always the case) and she started crying and was all upset that I wasn't there. DW had to assure her that I would be home after work, but at the moment, she was very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when I got a call that I needed to travel to Florida as my father's health condition was not looking good, she was sure I wasn't going to return. I spoke to her every day and she talked to me on the phone, but she still was very upset that I was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a bright side however.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home very late Tuesday night. When she got up Wednesday morning, she jumped on me and gave me the biggest hug and kiss and had the greatest smile on her face. That one moment made all the heartache and concern about her from the last week melt away instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love her. I just wish I could make her understand that always, no materr what, I will be with her........forever means forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-5282619983372638096?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5282619983372638096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/forever-means-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5282619983372638096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5282619983372638096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/forever-means-forever.html' title='Forever Means Forever!!!'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-5744346505505521328</id><published>2011-01-12T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:36:34.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Too Long!!!</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I wrote anything here. I have been very busy with the holidays, and then I got a call last week saying Ineeded to go to Florida as my father was very sick and the person that called didn't think he was going to be with us very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God she was wrong. He has managed to cheat death many times over the years, and this was his latest event. He spent a couple of days in the ICU and then a few days in a regular room at the hospital and now he is back at the Rehab center which is where he had started his day last tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to write, but not much time to write right now, but look for plenty more to come. Of course i have some items related to this last week, but also, Shyanne and I now have a train set. We will be building a table in the basement this weekend so that should be a lot to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off for now, but I promise more in the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-5744346505505521328?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5744346505505521328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/been-too-long.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5744346505505521328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5744346505505521328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2011/01/been-too-long.html' title='Been Too Long!!!'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-4861606004695136218</id><published>2010-12-17T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T20:41:01.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Red in Chinese Mean?</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;This is in the category of "kids say the darndest things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out shopping for Christmas presents for Shy's bio-brothers tonight. We are getting all the kids together tomorrow for our monthly "play date" and we are bringing presents for them. We went to Sam's club, and then to Best Buy. It was them over to the mall to see what we could find there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mall, we ate dinner at the Ruby Tuesday's and then went to A.C. Moore for Shy's oldest brother. He loves drawing so we got him a real nive sketch pad and some drawing pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that it was time to head home. We were about half ay home when I was stopped at a red light. It didn't take long before the light changed green, but unfortunately, the car at the front of the line was in no rush to go. Since I was.....I said in a rather loud voice (not loud anough for any other car to hear me but only people in my car) "HEY!!! THIS IS AMERICA, WE GO ON GREEN HERE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the car decided to go and we went on our way. A short time later, Shy says to me: "What does red and chinese mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, well red is a color and chinese is what you call people from China. We also have Chinese Food on New Year's Eve (a family tradition). In any event, I thought I had answered the question and it was a fairly easy one, so I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy was not happy. Apparently I had not answered her question. What she wanted to know was "What does a red light mean if you are in China? Since green meant to go in America, it was an obvious question for her. Not so much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer....well I really don't know. I assume that a red light meaning stop and a green light meaning go is the same in every country.....but then if that is the case, why would I say "This is America, we go on green here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy Sigh.........I have to be more careful with what I say, because Shy will catch me on any discrepancies........I love being her dad though. She really is fun and keeps me on my toes!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, does anyone know if that green/go and red/stop thing is universal? I have only driven in a few other countries and I didn't get in any accidents, so I guess I have been ok, but what if I find myself in Uzbekistan?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-4861606004695136218?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4861606004695136218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-does-red-in-chinese-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4861606004695136218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4861606004695136218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-does-red-in-chinese-mean.html' title='What does Red in Chinese Mean?'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6343731326445951798</id><published>2010-12-16T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:21:18.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster Care</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently we are not fostering any children. It is not something DW and I have really talked about either. We don't have another bed right now, but have talked about getting a bunk bed for Shy. I guess if we did that, we could foster a girl. (they don't allow for mixed sex room mates over the age of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have another room with a little "pack and play" in it that I suppose we could keep a baby in, but with DW working a lot of hours right now, it wouldn't be practical to have a baby in the house. So I guess we will have to wait and see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have not told DHHS that we are not interested in fostering, but we have only got one call in like the last 2 1/2 years and we turned that one down. My guess is that we are not at the top of their list right now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do foster again, I know it would be short term, so I guess for right now, I will just say we are on hiatus from fostering and we are just moving along with our new forever daughter who we love and cherish. At this point, we can't imagine life without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being this blog will concentrate on issues that come up around adoption. Adoption was never in our minds when I started this blog. It is amazing how life can take turns we never would have anticipated. Anyway, adoption, and of course stories about Shy and our life together will be our focus. That is until we get another foster placement.&lt;br /&gt;When that will be is anybodys guess!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6343731326445951798?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6343731326445951798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/foster-care.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6343731326445951798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6343731326445951798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/foster-care.html' title='Foster Care'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-8829033819974187354</id><published>2010-12-13T20:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:01:59.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Security Part 2</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;So I did not get asked back for the sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Federal Building the next day with what I thought was all the information I needed, but there was a different guard at the door. This guard wouldn't let me through the metal detector unless I took off my belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't taking off my belt........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't let me in......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I understand the need for security in Federal Buildings. I understand the need to have a metal detector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that if I set off the metal detector I am subject to closer scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem with any of that. But let me go through the metal detector first. If I set is off, then maybe you can start asking me to remove clothing. In any event, I thought about going back the next day. Here was my plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go to the toy store and get me one of those little kids cowboy belts with the cap gun six shooters. When the man asked me to take off my belt, I was going to take that off and put it on his little counter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When DW heard my plan, she decided that it was time for someone else to go to the Social Security office.....Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't argue, it was probably a smart move. So today, she went to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we wanted to do was not only get Shy a new Social Security Card, but a new number with her new name. We can't trust her bio-parents and since they had her old number, we couldnt just change the name. So in order to do what we wanted to do, what is needed when you go is the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Birth Certificate (original with seal)&lt;br /&gt;Adoption Certificate (origianl with seal)&lt;br /&gt;Government document showing her old name (We were told to bring her medicaid&lt;br /&gt;                                            information we had from Foster Care for that)&lt;br /&gt;Social Security Card request form (got that at the office)&lt;br /&gt;The person filling out the request also needed a government ID (DW used her drivers license)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman behind the counter told DW how to fill out the form. She checked all the paperwork and told DW that we would have a new card and number in the mail in 7 to 10 work days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also other good news. While DW was in the office, no one had their cell phone go off, so the guard did not have to jump into action to ensure the safety of navigation within the building. DW did leave her phone on, but she had it on vibrate so even if it did go off, the guard would not have heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing....I have a call into the senator's office to find out why I have to remove clothing prior to the metal detector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-8829033819974187354?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8829033819974187354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/social-security-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8829033819974187354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8829033819974187354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/social-security-part-2.html' title='Social Security Part 2'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-2293666526864467201</id><published>2010-12-08T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:37:53.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Security</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Shy's Birth Certificate arrived yesterday in the mail. We were really excited to see it, and of course we told Shy about it and showed it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to know what store she could spend it at.........(hey its a certificate!! She really is a special child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had been awaiting that so we could go to the Social Security Office and get her a new Social Security number with her new name. We were advised to get a different number by the case worker at DHHS so that her parents would not know her number. They also told us we needed to have the birth certificate to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they didn't tell us was that we also needed to have the adoption certificate with the seal. (we have it, but I didn't bring it). I also had to have an ID with me (I always do, so that was good). We needed to have a certain form filled out (they gave it to me, so I guess I will be filling it out later). and I need to have a Medicaid Card with her old name on it. Well, we only have little printed papers, as they don't issue cards to foster children. She will get a card issued soon, but that will have her new name on it. I hope we are able to find the old one with her old name. Otherwise, I am not sure what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeful that whatever I have will be suffcient. So tomorrow I will be going back to the Social Security Office to talk with the nice lady behind the window and hopefully I will have everything I need and the form filled out correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is for all of you who are going through the process and want the information about how it works. The following is for everyone else who may just be looking for something to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to get into the Federal Building where the Social Security Office is located you have to go through a metal detector and there were three (3) guards there for the building to make sure you didn't set off any alarms. I was asked if I had a belt on. When I said I did, the guard told me I might have to take it off. I told him there was no way I was taking off my belt and then asked him if he worked for TSA because he was obviously at the wrong location. The airport is about 5 miles from the Federal Building. He assured me they were friendlier than TSA. That scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care how friendly he was, I wasn't taking off my belt. Thankfully, the metal detector didn't go off and I was able to continue on to the Social Security Office to tend to my business with my pants still securely fastened around my waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently however, those guards are not good enough for the Social Security Office. They have to have their own guard. Thank Goodness!!! You can't be too safe these days. All those retirees around that office are liable to start a riot at any moment. I was ahppy because I knew if one of the octogenerians were to attempt to cut in line in front of me, I was sure he would handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you walk into that office there is the Social Security guard sitting there. There is also a machine that asks you what you want, you push a button, and it prints out a number for you (just like at the Registry of Motor Vehicles, but not quite as high-tech), but in case you can't read it or figure out how to use it, the guard tells you exactly what to do. (I guess since someone else already ran us through a scanner, he doesnt have to worry about checking us out or actually guarding the office. (I wonder how many credits he gets toward social security for that job?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a few minutes I found out the real reason that there is a guard there. There are signs all over the room that say "Turn off cell phones". It really was like flying!! Metal Detectors, no cell phones. I wonder if other electronic devices would have created a problem for the people in the office.  Maybe it was just for the guard. He is rather old, and maybe he has trouble navigating the hallways of the building if there are too many cell phones  in use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, There was one lady who didn't turn off her cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when the guard sprang into action!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me Ma'am, you need to turn off that cell phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, that was a close one. He handled it so well, the woman turned off her cell phone. Thankfully, there was no need for a taser or handcuffs. (I kept my phone on vibrate the whole time I was there, but don't tell anyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I can't begin to tell you how excited I am I have to go back there tomorrow. I will be sure to report back.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-2293666526864467201?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2293666526864467201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/social-security.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2293666526864467201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2293666526864467201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/social-security.html' title='Social Security'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6742408834492000983</id><published>2010-12-02T19:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:45:32.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Well the bio-parents received the notification that Shyanne was adopted. So far, there hasn't been any fall out from it and the more time that progrsses without any fallout, the better I will feel. I still don't trust bio-dad though. I think he is a dangerous man, and that worries me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I don't think he is that interested in Shyanne, but I do think it will be a matter of principal with him and his never ending fight against whatever he feels like fighting. Whether it be his wife or the state or something else, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy is doing great. She had been wanting the doors closed to all the "dark" rooms when she went to bed becasuse she was afraid someone would come and take her. Since the adoption, she has been less likely to ask for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to play school. At her school they have now started using our last name when they call her and she has been testing the sound of that when she thinks no one is listening. I think it is great. She is certainly feeling more like a member of our family, and of course we have felt that way abotu her for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first report card will come home from school tomorrow. I know it will be good. After all, does nyone in kindergarden get a bad report card? Anyway, her teacher has told us she is doing well, so that is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school had a book fair and family night was on Tuesday. We all went to look at the books. WE got a couple of books for Shyanne's classroom and a bunch for her. While DW was looking at the books, shyanne noticed a boy from her class. She told me she wanted to go over and say hello so I told her to go ahead. She insisted I go with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabbed my finger and dragged me over to where the boy was. When we got there she tapped him on the shoulder and said hello. He said hello back and then they just stood there looking at each other. After about 30 seconds his mother said "come on its time to go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyanne and I had ot follow him all the way to the door. she then said goodbye and that was that. So cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough rambling for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hanukkah to all&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6742408834492000983?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6742408834492000983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/ramblings.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6742408834492000983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6742408834492000983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6860717531840941029</id><published>2010-11-28T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T15:42:38.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens Next?</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;We are done with the State as far as Shyanne is concerned. Her parents are not. They will receive a notification sometime in the next week or so advising them that "permanency has been achieved" for their daughter Shyanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not real intelligient people, but it would seem to me they are intelligent enough to know that since it has happened with Shyanne rather quickly that she is probably with us. We are the only family she has been with, and they met us many times through the failed reunification process. They even had our phone number so they could call and talk to Shyanne on the phone. (although she would never talk to them....or anyone else on the phone for that matter) My concern is that the bio-father will be unable to control himself when they recieve this news and will become violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the way he has been in the past. That is what got the family into the situation they are in. I have no reason to believe that he has changed his ways. While he is not a particularly well, or strong man, I am no spring chicken myself. My number one job right now is to protect Shyanne. The problem is I am not sure how to go about doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping yesterday for the holidays to Target, Sams Club, the mall etc and I find myself spending more time looking at people then at merchandise. I keep scanning the corriders and aisles before we go up them. the last thing I want is for Shyanne to see her bio-parents, or for them to see her. It would not be good for her at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to work a little more dilligiently about getting a job somewhere else. I am sure there are some available and if I leave the state, it will certainly make things a little easier, and I won't be quite so paranoid....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6860717531840941029?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6860717531840941029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-happens-next.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6860717531840941029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6860717531840941029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-happens-next.html' title='What Happens Next?'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-1858620631063288252</id><published>2010-11-24T17:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:27:51.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;I expect to be busy with family tomorrow so I am doing my Thanksgiving post early. I hope you don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thanksgiving we were looking for a decision from a judge that would finally terminate the parental rights of Shyanne's mother and father. It didn't come in time for Holiday, but it did eventually come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 19 for thanksgiving last year. This year there are only going to be 10 of us. Amy, her husband and our two bonus grandchildren. Kari will be coming with her husband and our new grandson. Then it will be DW, myself, and Shyanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how thankful we will all be this year. In the last year Amy was married to a wonderful man who brought along those two bonus grandchildren who we truly adore. Kari and her husband gave us a wonderful new grandson. He is 3 months old now and is doing great. And of course, just last week Shyanne became a "forever" part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our house we have always believed that Thanksgiving was all about family and being thankful. How much more perfect could this holiday be for us at this time. I feel truly blessed. I grew up in a wonderful home where I was always taught that family came first and am still lucky enough to have both my father and mother as well as my only sibling (an older sister) still with us. I married my high school sweetheart. We were blessed with three wonderful biological children who make us proud every day of their life. They have blessed us with three wonderful grandhildren, and as if we weren't blessed enough......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyanne has joined our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I did to deserve to be blessed this way, but I wish I knew so I could pass it along. It is truly a wonderful feeling. More improtantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and cherish every one of them..........Life is Good!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-1858620631063288252?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1858620631063288252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1858620631063288252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1858620631063288252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving_24.html' title='THANKSGIVING'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-5213134192174978610</id><published>2010-11-21T18:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T18:30:17.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOmo3bO18rI/AAAAAAAAJ2o/RG6IpPGS3ms/s1600/DSCN5984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542146486612390578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOmo3bO18rI/AAAAAAAAJ2o/RG6IpPGS3ms/s320/DSCN5984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we had a horse come to the party so all the children would have a chance to ride. Shyanne was a little hesitant at first, but after a while, she agreed to get on and Ithink she really loved it. We also rented a big bounce house with a slide attached. The kids loved that too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished the party off with a Pinata and of course cake. It was a really good time for almost all of the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, there was one there that didn't seem to have such a good time. It was one of Shyanne's biological brothers. Apparently he was feeling a little bit down because he has been at three different places since coming into state custody. the place he is at now is where he is going to be adopted, but the place he was at the last time was supposed to be his forever home as well. I think he just wants to be settled and know that he is at a forever home like his little sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family that has him now is a truly wonderful family. I know he will thrive there and his time will come. He has been with them almost 6 months and once that time comes (the week after next) they can start their paperwork. I am hopeful they move things along quickly for him. He is a good kid and the changes he has been through have not been his fault at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today was a great day. I know it is a day that Shyanne will remember for years to come, and that was the whole idea. by the way, we hemmed and hawed over what to write on the cake. We haven't been secretive about adoption, but Happy Adoption Day just didn't seem to say the whole thing. We settled for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542148641136802706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOmq01dfe5I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/K3OsUbgqxOY/s320/DSCN6002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It really says it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-5213134192174978610?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5213134192174978610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/adoption-party.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5213134192174978610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5213134192174978610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/adoption-party.html' title='Adoption Party'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOmo3bO18rI/AAAAAAAAJ2o/RG6IpPGS3ms/s72-c/DSCN5984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-7017402792000499804</id><published>2010-11-10T20:34:00.042-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:33:43.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Day!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;INTRODUCING SHYANNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539573053030454738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOCEV4E01dI/AAAAAAAAJ2I/hAI1Z4Jb4Yo/s320/DSCN5145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the day after (S) arrived (12/12/2007). She was a little girl who was thin and frail and hadn't really thrived in her short life...but she sure was cute and she was able to smile in spite of everything she had been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539248500419848402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TN9dKbYj6NI/AAAAAAAAJ1A/B2qX5Xwc0BI/s320/100_4083.jpg" /&gt;We truly loved her and she quickly became a part of our family&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538101848290319458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TNtKSfVHXGI/AAAAAAAAJzw/U5PP8kp8fS8/s320/100_4311.jpg" /&gt; She loves making cupcakes and eating them so much that we call her "Princess Cupcake"&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538102456717254386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TNtK155ZnvI/AAAAAAAAJz4/goQEDqsEvFY/s320/100_4573.jpg" /&gt;She also likes pretending she is at the beach, but even more then pretending is being there........&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538103248626602162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TNtLj__TULI/AAAAAAAAJ0A/jZu2IjVgt8A/s320/100_4831.jpg" /&gt; This is the 4th of July 2008 at Sand Beach on Mount Desert Island at Acadia National Park&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538104016953668930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TNtMQuOv9UI/AAAAAAAAJ0I/yBpSVfAbRwY/s320/100_5357.jpg" /&gt; I insisted she be brought up right and of course that meanes routing for the best team in baseball, The Boston Red Sox!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538838586754313058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TN3oWT-3q2I/AAAAAAAAJ0Y/kbYOXTg3Fis/s320/100_5590.jpg" /&gt; The first birthday she celebrated with us was her third. We thought it was going to be the only birthday she celebrated with us. She had an absolutely wonderful time. She had started unsupervised visits with her family and was within a couple of months of reunification. As we now know, that never happened&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538839838521192146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TN3pfLLWbtI/AAAAAAAAJ0g/yT8T6Pucl-E/s320/100_6212.jpg" /&gt; This is Christmas 2008. She had been with us just over a year, and was due to return to her family in just a few weeks. We didn't know how we would handle it, but we figured whatever happened was for the best.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538840898723794370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TN3qc4vWTcI/AAAAAAAAJ0o/RnE38LQUsEk/s320/100_6737.jpg" /&gt; In March of 2009 they had determined that reunification was not going to work. We took a road trip across much of the eastern 1/3 of the country. This is the bat in front of the Louisville Slugger factory in Louisville, Kentucky. We didn't know at this point what was going to happen with her.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538841976747953058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TN3rbosVi6I/AAAAAAAAJ0w/MnbeDwWP7bk/s320/100_7597.JPG" /&gt; We also visited Dallas where there is a place called "Sprinkles" that makes cupcakes even Princess Cupcake couldn't believe!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539252987791870514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TN9hPoJbCjI/AAAAAAAAJ1Q/ccxG4Atz_4g/s320/cupcakes.jpg" /&gt;She is lucky enough to have two older sisters who wanted her to be their flower girl. This is her on (K)s wedding day. Is she the most beautiful flower girl you have ever seen?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539250428511881874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TN9e6qFhipI/AAAAAAAAJ1I/4yc4nuvd2Bg/s320/shyanne%2Bthe%2Bflower%2Bgirl.jpg" /&gt;Halloween 2009. By this time, Parental Rights had been terminated once, but there was a second hearing. Soon Parental rights would be terminated again and we would be awaiting the appeal to the state Supreme Court. At this point, we had decided that she belonged with us and we would adopt her when the time came..........It just took ages to get there&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538844032881327874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TN3tTUYu_wI/AAAAAAAAJ04/je98D70AiE0/s320/DSCN2167.JPG" /&gt; Then came Christmas 2009. The final TPR had come and now there was an appeal before the State Supreme Court. We were awaiting that decision. It wouldn't come until July.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539255199140622082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TN9jQWEDLwI/AAAAAAAAJ1Y/9yOYdl1BbdM/s320/shyanne%2Bxmas.jpg" /&gt; The decision had been made to adopt and we were just awaiting the State Supreme Court to reach a decision. It was definitely time for a trip to Disney World. This is after we visited the Bippity Boppity Boutique where Shyanne was transformed into a Princess. This was followed by dinner in cinderellas Castle. What a great time she had! We did too!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539568691573820562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOCAYAYiDJI/AAAAAAAAJ2A/bGDoO4Cerr4/s320/DSCN3604.JPG" /&gt;As we said, she was the most beautiful flower girl. Here she is at (A)'s wedding this past September.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539566141025833394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOB-Di2gUbI/AAAAAAAAJ1w/PK6pbp2jCME/s320/shyanne%2Bflower%2Bgirl.jpg" /&gt; The first day of Kindergarden was truly a great day. She was so excited about going to school and the best part is that she still loves going to school. She loves learning, and best of all, she is doing very well&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539573053030454738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOCEV4E01dI/AAAAAAAAJ2I/hAI1Z4Jb4Yo/s320/DSCN5145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came today!!!! Adoption Day!!! Here are a few pictures from today. No, we weren't in court. They had a special "National Adoption Day" (a few days early) at the local Children's Museum. It was great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOHdYZW4xdI/AAAAAAAAJ2Q/ZstleAOTNfk/s1600/adoption%2Bday%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539952427835901394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOHdYZW4xdI/AAAAAAAAJ2Q/ZstleAOTNfk/s320/adoption%2Bday%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOHdcy1pDvI/AAAAAAAAJ2Y/uMqqesxxepI/s1600/adoption%2Bday%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539952503395258098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOHdcy1pDvI/AAAAAAAAJ2Y/uMqqesxxepI/s320/adoption%2Bday%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOHdhzPFrqI/AAAAAAAAJ2g/fo52VuaFwDo/s1600/adoption%2Bday%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539952589401337506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOHdhzPFrqI/AAAAAAAAJ2g/fo52VuaFwDo/s320/adoption%2Bday%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a wonderful day. One of the best of my life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-7017402792000499804?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7017402792000499804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/adoption-day.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7017402792000499804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7017402792000499804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/adoption-day.html' title='Adoption Day!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/TOCEV4E01dI/AAAAAAAAJ2I/hAI1Z4Jb4Yo/s72-c/DSCN5145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-2832465459007770798</id><published>2010-11-10T19:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T19:50:28.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOHOOOOOO    YAHOOOOOOO   YAAAAAAYYYYYY    WHOOOPPEEEEE</title><content type='html'>and anything else you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our county they will be celebrating National Adoption Day this coming Monday. There is a Children's Museum where the festivities will take place. There will be a few adoptions that will take place and then the children will be able to play in the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many adoptions?........I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I mention it?.........(S) WILL BE ONE OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right!!!!!!!!!! Monday.....this coming Monday.....November 15, 2010!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be our Adoption Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the call this afternoon. They finally got everything they needed at the court. They wanted to know if it was ok if they included us in the National Adoption Day ceremonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!!! Of Course we will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One small detail. I had to tell my boss I wouldn't be in New Hampshire as expected on Monday. He is a great boss and is of course ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be working this weekend to get together some pictures. I can't tell you how excited we all are, but Jimmy Buffet was right, and to my beautiful little (S), I say.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Monday it'll be all right&lt;br /&gt;Come Monday, Ill be holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-2832465459007770798?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2832465459007770798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/wooohoooooo-yahooooooo-yaaaaaayyyyyy.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2832465459007770798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2832465459007770798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/wooohoooooo-yahooooooo-yaaaaaayyyyyy.html' title='WOOOHOOOOOO    YAHOOOOOOO   YAAAAAAYYYYYY    WHOOOPPEEEEE'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-6689693542227641218</id><published>2010-11-01T21:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:59:08.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Away For the Week</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;This week I am in Oklahoma City. I just got to town today, and will be leaving first thing Friday morning. I know that (S) is missing me, and I am certainly missing her. We will both be fine though. She did talk to me on the phone a few times today so that is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really isnt a big phone talker so that she talked to me is really a plus. I am hoping she will continue to talk to me while I am here. I wonder when she will become a big phone talker....or is it just a big texter these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when my older children were teenagers. The girls  were always on the phone. It was one day when I was at work and couldnt get through to the house that I insisted we had to get call-waiting. At that time, it was something new and there was an extra charge for it. They also didn't have caller id. When that first came out, I didn't want that either. I saw absolutely no use in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I gave into that too. When I think back, there were a lot of technological advances I really didn't see a need for at the time they came out, but I wouldn't be without them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things like cell phones.....texting.....a phone that takes pictures......an FM radio in the car (am was enough). electric windows in the car.......HD television.....GPS......email.....DVD player (heck, a VHS tape player)....laptop computer.......wireless access.....I still dont have a smart phone.....I am sure there are more I can't think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I certainly went off on a tangent there. Anyway, I know (S) can't read this yet, but if DW is reading, please tell (S) I miss her....oh, I miss you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-6689693542227641218?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6689693542227641218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/away-for-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6689693542227641218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/6689693542227641218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/11/away-for-week.html' title='Away For the Week'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-2591710367492939470</id><published>2010-10-30T18:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T18:30:42.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Prints are In</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;I called the Probate Court this week just to check and see exactly where the process goes from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Federal prints are already back. I am not really surprised by that as my work requires some federal background checking anyway, so they have all the info they need on me anyway. Tehre is still the state results that need to come back for me, and borh have to come back for DW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that DWs are going to take a little extra time as she really doesnt have very well defined prints and they are unable to submit them to the automatic system and instead have to have them done by hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, once the Probate Court gets them back, they will call us to set up a date. It is not looking like we will make National Adoption Day ceremonies here in Maine, although we are not totally ruling that out. If DHHS had just moved a little quicker to begin with we might be done already. Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do about that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking at pictures trying to pick out what I am going to post here when the adoption is final. There are so many pictures we have from the last 3 years, that picking out a few to show everyone is proving to be difficult. I will get through it though, I am sure......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats about it. I have to go to Oklahoma, so I won't be around next week, but you can be sure I will be checking with the Probate Court when I get back. I will check in here from Oklahoma as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-2591710367492939470?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2591710367492939470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-prints-are-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2591710367492939470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/2591710367492939470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-prints-are-in.html' title='Some Prints are In'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-8144741781877432720</id><published>2010-10-25T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:13:01.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasses</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;(S) got glasses today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had noticed that she was having some trouble seeing so we took her to the eye doctor, and sure enough she is far-sighted and needed to have glasses so we got them today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insists they make her look ugly and that couldn't be further from the truth. She actually looks quite cute in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a deal with her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has to keep them with her at all times. She doesn't have to wear them, but they have to be with her. For most of thetime tonight she realized it was easier to wear them then to try and remember where they were every time she got up. Of course we didn't make it easy either as we constantly asked her where they were and reminded her that she wouldnt have this problem if she wore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also were able to show her some writing that she couldn't pick out the letters unless she had her glasses on. After seeing that, she seemed a little more likely to want to put them on. Especially when she was looking at books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will take her time to get used to them, but I know she will also do better in school with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she really does look cute in them..........AND IT WON'T BELONG BEFORE YOU CAN ALL SEE PICTURES OF HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  We are hoping that we will hear from the Probate Court in the next couple of weeks and have a date for her adoption hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-8144741781877432720?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8144741781877432720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/glasses.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8144741781877432720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8144741781877432720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/glasses.html' title='Glasses'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-5319557111336292919</id><published>2010-10-21T21:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:15:32.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Progress</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;We got a call Wednesday morning at 9:00am from the CW who advised that she had the paperwork back from the State Capitol and we could now go to the Probate Court, fill out some paperwork and get on with the next step in adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We needed to meet her at the courthouse and she wanted to know when we could do that. Now I was at work, and I thought DW was at home, but I wasn't sure. I told her we could be there whenever she could do it. What worked for her? She said she could meet us there in an hour if we could make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her we would be there. Then I called DW and told her. After all this time, we weren't going to do anything to delay things any longer. So by 10:00am we were at the courthouse. We filled out paperwok, signed papers, took an oath or two to get some of our signatures notarized and we received a fingerprint card from the clerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We immediately went to see our friend who works at the local city PD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't been around for a while, DW does not have very good fingerprints. It took us an extra long time to get our fostering license because of it. Every time we sent in finger prints we got a notice back that they weren't good enough. We finally had to get a letter from our friend who is a detective saying that was the best there was. Thsi meant that they had to go through a different, and longer, process to do the background check on DW. The fongerprints are so bad that our detective friend says DW could have had a very lucrative career in crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to see him right away. He took the best prints he could and included a letter advising that was the best that was available. We are hoping to avoid the multiple trips to get fingerprints taken so that they will go right to the other process for the background check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call came at 9:00am and the fingerprints were in the mail at the Post Office by 12:00 noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So........we are another step closer. It is now in the hands of the State Police, maybe the Federal authorities, and the Probate Court. We are not real hopeful that the fingerprints will go quick enough to make for an extra thankful Thanksgiving, but maybe, and if not, we are least confident that we are moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we already know it, the State will finally acknowledge that (S)  is part of our family.......&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-5319557111336292919?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5319557111336292919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-progress.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5319557111336292919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5319557111336292919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-progress.html' title='More Progress'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-7660232310122783289</id><published>2010-10-20T12:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:46:36.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Table 5</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;So DW and I went to a PTA meeting last night at the school. The PTA provides babysitting service for those meetings, so we brought (S) along and she stayed and played with the other kids that were in the babysitting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the meeting was all over, we picked her up and went to the car to start the short ride  (3 miles) home. In spite of it being such a short ride, we did learn a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               1. There are 5 tables in her classroom. (kids sit at all 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               2. There is a boy in her class that is obviously the class clown, and he&lt;br /&gt;                                   makes her laugh with his antics&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                               3. The boy in question sits at Table 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                4. (S) used to sit at Table 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 5. Apparently (S) did a lot of talking and laughing at Table 2 and wasn't&lt;br /&gt;                                     getting her work done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 6. (S) now sits at Table 5 with some different children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(S) assures us that at Table 5 she doesn't do any talking and she is able to get all her work done. She also assures us that the little boy at Table 2 still makes her laugh. I can't wait to hear more at teacher conferences next month. It should be very interesting&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-7660232310122783289?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7660232310122783289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/table-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7660232310122783289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/7660232310122783289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/table-5.html' title='Table 5'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-5242247166683797123</id><published>2010-10-15T13:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:25:29.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News / Bad News</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;So a lot has been happening, but I have been sick and not really in a mood to write. So let me try to get you all caught up.....There is good news and bad news. The good news first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....We are expecting to get our signed papers back from the State Comissioner of Health and Human Services some time next week. At that point we can take our paperwork to the courthouse and get the fingerprint stuff as well as get a court date set up. We are getting more and more excited about that. We should be done with our adoption process sometime in november. Adoptions are done every Wednesday so we are keeping our fingers crossed that our Wednesday will be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good News.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wednesday was (S)'s 5th birthday. (would have been nice if it was her adoption day huh?) She has been with us for close to 3 years now and this was another great milestone for her. She so much likes being the center of attention and thinks she is just "all that" whenever there is something special happening for her. This Sunday when we have her friends over for a kids party I am sure she will be the same way. We will be playing "Pin the Tail on the Donkey" and we have pumpkins for all the kids to decorate. Cake and ice Cream too of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not So Good News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....DW got a call from the CW. She wanted to inform us that (S)s bio-dad was on the "hunt" again. There was a time this summer he and bio-mom were supposedly trying to grab the two older boys, but they weren't around so nothing happened. The police couldn't arrest them because they were nowhere near the boys, even though bio-mom said that was what they were doing there. So now we have to keep our eyes open and stay more alert again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DW went to school to make sure they were aware of the situaiton that was brewing and to give them a picture of bio-mom and dad. The school has been fairly helpful in the past and they assured her that only DW or I will be allowed anywhere near her. That is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, since that day, (S) has been impossible to get to bed at night. she has been saying she is scared of the dark and wanting any doors to any dark rooms closed. She has been insisting to sleep with the light on and wanting either me or DW to sleep next to her in bed. We make sure that we don't have the conversations about her bio-parents or what is happening around her, but she must have this instinct or some sense that these things are happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when she wouldn't go to bed I got her on my lap and asked her exactly what was bothering her. She said she was scared of the dark and I asked her why. She said she was afraid that something bad would happen, and I asked her like what. She then said she was afraid that someone was going to take her away. I assured her that mommy and daddy would never let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let her fall asleep in my lap and then when I put her into bed I stayed there with her for a few minutes to make sure she stayed asleep. Unfortunately she keeps getting up during the night. I know that the "ritual" that will take place in court is going to make things better for her. She knows that will make us her "forever" family, and she needs that now more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-5242247166683797123?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5242247166683797123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-news-bad-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5242247166683797123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/5242247166683797123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News / Bad News'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-396606873714543903</id><published>2010-10-09T18:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T18:53:40.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Days</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;DW had to work today, but it was a "home day" for (S) and I. (S) refers to days when there isn't work as "home days". WE used to call them the weekend, but we like the sound of home day much better so in our family, that is what they are called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(S) and I put tatoos on our arms. I got Pluto and (S) got Daisy Duck. Unfortunately I have a little too much hair for this type of tatoo and mine is just about gone. (S) still has hers though. I think next time I will have to put it on the bottom of my arm where there isn't as much hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got a visit from (A). She was out running errands and had to stop by to pick up the last of her items from the wedding. She had some jars here and a bridesmaids bouquet that my bonus granddaughter (T) carried during the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we played Candyland a couple of times. (S) was happy when she won, but gets very upset when she loses. That is something we have to work on. She is at the age where she needs to learn how to lose. I think she will get better as time goes on. And I learn how to play Candyland better. I really am not very good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had some popcorn together. We watched some TV and relaxed for a while and then it was time to go to the store to get a veggie for dinner. (S) chose green beans. She lvoes them. We also stopped at the donut shop and each of us got a donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home it was about time to start making dinner so it would be ready when DW got home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our day. WE enjoyed our time together even though I am not feeling well. (I have a cold).&lt;br /&gt;So that was our day. Not much real exciting to report. Just a normal relaxing Saturday at home together. It was nice. Days like that are always noce. Tomorrow DW does not have to work so it will be a home day for everyone. Monday will be too. That means two home days in a row with the three of us togethee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love home days. DW (S) and I all enjoy them. Not sure what we will do, but we will enjoy it. I guarantee it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-396606873714543903?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/396606873714543903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/home-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/396606873714543903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/396606873714543903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/home-days.html' title='Home Days'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-3250720863413347794</id><published>2010-10-07T20:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:40:56.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Signed Papers Today</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;So today we went to the Mystery Mansion and met with the CW. She had received the first package back and it was now time to complete package 2. And what did package 2 include????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signing of the adoption agreement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are that much closer. Now that adoption agreement has to be signed by the State Commissioner of the Department of Health and Human Services. Once that happens, we can go to the Probate Court where we get fingerprinted (AGAIN!!!) and get a court date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one thing I didn't know is that even though we were a foster parenting "adoptive resource" , and had been the planned adoptive parents of (S) for over a year, we were still only considered to be foster parents. Now we are an official "adoptive placement" for (S).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that there was a distinction, but it really doesn't matter at this point. we are what we are, and we are yet another step closer to adoption and that is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....on Tuesday of next week, I am going to call the woman at the State Capitol that got everything moving this quickly from last Friday and see if she can't help us. I am kind of doubtful as to whether she can actually move the Commissioner along, but I will ask nicely anyway. I certainly need to thank her for the help she provided this last week. After all, in less than a week, she accomplished what the people in the local Mystery Mansion couldn't accomplish in 2 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Bet!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking lobsters for the adoption party. I think we will need to have a bounce house too. And maybe a Ferris Wheel!!! (I don't think we actaully have room in our yard for a ferris wheel, but you have to admit it would be cool) How about a clown? Probably not, they can be kind of creepy. Any other ideas out there? We are getting closer. We need good suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-3250720863413347794?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3250720863413347794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-signed-papers-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3250720863413347794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3250720863413347794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-signed-papers-today.html' title='We Signed Papers Today'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-4861813509869722152</id><published>2010-10-05T14:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:27:22.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Even Seems to be Working</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I spoke with the woman wwho said she would help, I got a call Friday morning from our CWs supervisor. She seemed to be more concerned with protecting herself, her case worker, and the job they were doing then with helping move things along. She even told me that Packet 1 was ready to go back to the state capitol and it had been fixed. I told her that packet one had been originally sent to the capitol and was all set almost two months ago yet she insisted that things were moving along and I just had to be patient with the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done that for the last two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called the woman back on Monday (yesterday) and told her that it was nive that the CWs supervisor called me, but what I was really looking for was for someone to help move the process along, not someone to defend how slow the process is moving. She said she would see what she could do to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon I got a call AND an email from someone i the office at the capitol that packet one had all been approved and signed off and was headed back to the CW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IMAGINE THAT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even though I was told 2 months ago that there was no way to move the process along, one email, and two phone calls later, we have accomplished in 2 days what wasn't done in 2 months!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to call the CW to make sure she knows that I know the packet was signed off and sent back to her, so she can go onto the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I will keep you all informed as the process continues. Hey, I will probably invite everyone to an adoption party soon too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-4861813509869722152?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4861813509869722152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-even-seems-to-be-working.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4861813509869722152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4861813509869722152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-even-seems-to-be-working.html' title='It Even Seems to be Working'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-8854514522148817223</id><published>2010-10-01T07:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T07:14:37.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its All in Who You Know</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;and it pains me to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't be that way. People should be treated the same no matter who they know, but unfortunately, sometimes not knowing anyone gets you shuffled to the back of the line, or the bottom of the stack, or placed on hold and given the run-around because someone just can't be bothered with doing their job properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are "hundreds of kids who need forever homes",. I used to think that meant a home they could live in and a family they could be with forever. It is seeming more like they call it that because when they get one it seems like it takes forever to process. So one reader suggested I write a letter and send it certified mail. I thought that idea might have merit so I went to the home page on the web of the Mystery Mansion to look for names and addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, right there in the head honcho's office is a name of a woman I first met over 25 years ago. I didn't know if she would remember me, but I figured what the heck, I might as well give it a shot. I sent her an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembered me and within hours I got a call from the child services director's office. The woman there says she is going to help out. I am excited that maybe we will move forward. I would appreciate a baby step at this point since we have gone nowhere in over two months, but it still shouldn't be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These offices suffer from bad press all the time. They need to create their own advocates from the general public. Who better to advocate for them then a foster parent like myself who is involved in the process. Instead of treating me (and I am sure many others) in a way that would help their cause and create a positive advocate for them, they just do things to make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't be who you know that gets things done, but for this moment, I am glad it may have turned out that way......At least for (S).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-8854514522148817223?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8854514522148817223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-all-in-who-you-know.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8854514522148817223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/8854514522148817223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-all-in-who-you-know.html' title='Its All in Who You Know'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-3366010496630737845</id><published>2010-09-28T19:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:25:15.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding is Over......The Mystery Mansion is Silent</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was beautiful. (A) looked absolutely gorgeous. OK, I am a little bias, but she really was gorgeous. Everything went off without a hitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Chinese Food on Thursday, a Bar-B-Q on Friday, and the wedding on Saturday. A few people for dinner on Sunday night, and the last person left was my son (B) who went back to Alabama this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father made it up here, got to see his great grandson and was able to stand up a couple of times and dance at his grandaughter's wedding. How special is that. This was no easy feat. He is not a well man and the trip alone was an arduous trek for him. He made it here and back and I can't begin to tell you how happy that made all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was all well and good....now onto the business at hand...the adoption ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are keeping track, we found out on July 22nd that the TPR appeal had been denied by the State Supreme Court and that (S) was available for adoption....Since then, we have filled out some paperwork, but nothing has changed. Over 2 months and we are nowhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten tired of talking to the CW and her boss. I called her the boss' boss today and left a message for her to call me. I didn't hear back, btu I will give her another day or two. Then, I don't know what happens next. I guess I will have to call the head of the Department of Health and Human Services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think a state office that comes under that much fire and scrutiny would be looking for advocates. Who better to advocate for them then the foster parents and social workers that are on their side. Unfortunately, the way they oeprate, no one wants to be associated with that organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they wonder why they are viewed so poorly.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-3366010496630737845?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3366010496630737845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/wedding-is-overthe-mystery-mansion-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3366010496630737845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/3366010496630737845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/wedding-is-overthe-mystery-mansion-is.html' title='The Wedding is Over......The Mystery Mansion is Silent'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-1179106086442749007</id><published>2010-09-23T08:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:34:04.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people like visitors, some don't........I LOVE THEM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B) came home on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad, and my big sister and brother-in-law will be arrriving today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DWs little brother and sister-in-law along with our niece and nephew will arrive today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father-in-Law and his girlfriend arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DWs other two brothers arrive. One brings a wife along with our niece and nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DWs Uncle and Aunt arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A)s new -in-laws will be arriving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else lives locally....the plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight.....Chinese Food for the visitors (only about 15 people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night....Bar-B-Q for visitors (about 35 people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night....Wedding (about 100 people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday noon....Small Brunch for a few remaining guests (I have no idea how many)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday...Stragglers leave and "Life goes On and On and On"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there will be plenty to blog about, but I don't know when I will have time, but I can assure you I will be having fun!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-1179106086442749007?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1179106086442749007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/visitors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1179106086442749007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/1179106086442749007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/visitors.html' title='Visitors'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657401083028342251.post-4723472269370157767</id><published>2010-09-21T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:44:27.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding to the Family</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;We had a visit last week from the cw and we are not getting any closer to adding (S) legally to our family, but that hasn't stopped the clan from growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be adding 3 new members to our family on Saturday. (A), my oldest bio daughter is getting married on Saturday. Family is coming from all across the country (well, Georgia, Florida, Massachusetts, Alabama, and Texas anyway) to witness the event. The good news is we don't only get a new son-in-law and uncle for (S), but she is also gaining a niece and a nephew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is because (A)'s fiance comes with 2 BONUS grandchildren for us!! (T) and (H). (T) is 14 and (H) is 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited but alas there is so much to do, I am not sure there will be much blogging going on. On the other hand, there will be plenty of things to blog about, so I will either find time, or get behind and have to catch you all up on everything that has happened after the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all good news though. It has always been about family with us, and what better celebration of family is there than a wedding? Well, maybe an adoption is just as good, but we will have one of those at some point this year too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to go bake brownies for company and then do some more cleaning and I am sure DW will be coming up with plenty more for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my son (B) is the one who comes from Alabama and he got here today. It is so good to see him. Since he lives so far away we don't get to see him often enough....glad your home son! Tomorrow we play golf together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657401083028342251-4723472269370157767?l=fosterfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4723472269370157767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/adding-to-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4723472269370157767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657401083028342251/posts/default/4723472269370157767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/adding-to-family.html' title='Adding to the Family'/><author><name>cloudmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16880857751492052933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x9onFuzD5FQ/SUK246AtQOI/AAAAAAAACys/8MApAuDr-SA/S220/drinks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
