PB update.

The horse costume has gone into retirement. People have wanted me to take a picture of him in it, but it actually makes me SO SAD to put it on him, I can't really find it in me to do that.

He had his 4 month check up today. BM didn't come.. she said her bus leaves too early. Do you know how many comments I wanted to make?

Oh. And his case worker was fired. The one that said that she  " just don't want to get involved." when I would go to her with some concerns. I am pretty sure THAT IS HER JOB.

I am not disappointed by this news.

Anyways.. he was a little trooper. He is just over 16 lbs and in the 75th percentile for height. We spoke with the doctor about some of his eating issues and things. Doc said, that because of where he is in his development, we can start introducing a bit of rice cereal into his formula. I was really kind of set back, as WIC pretty much makes you sign a dotted line in your blood that you will NEVER give a child anything prior to 6 months.
I am not sure if this is to prevent people from sharing a malt from Dairy Queen with your 2 month old... but when Dr. said that, in my head I questioned him. My mom was a WIC nurse, they are some smart people there. But, my doctor seems pretty darn with it, too :)  I am going to do what he says, but I also want to run it by my mom, cuz that is how I roll. I make most decisions after getting 32 peoples input.

Oh- and yesterdays visit was a big ol' tranny mess.. and PB came home HOURS early. BM had a tantrum, threw a stroller (thankfully without him in it) threw her coffee.. and had some not so nice things to say to the visitation worker. 

And home he came.

Have I mentioned lately how much I wish I had a crystal ball? Have I mentioned lately that in one month she may get him back. Barf.

Traci starts her foster care classes this weekend. She is from a little town up north. This is gonna blow her mind. LOL

Speaking of my mom (I was, wasn't I?). She sent an email today saying "We don't care if what you are doing is un-traditional or not, we love you and want you to be happy.. .NOW CALL US." I emailed her telling her I would call her tomorrow. I don't know what it is with my family and their god forsaken fear of phones. Or is it communication in general. Ah. Yeah.

Okay, I am finally going to put this computer down, say a prayer that PB in some miracle of miracles wont wake up tonight, and I am going to smoosh up next to my fiance. ahhaha. Fiance. I can't even say it without a horrible fake french accent.

I have a heart on.

For real. I do. It's Valentines people... GET WITH IT! I stinkin' LOVE this holiday. I think because there is so much glitter and everything is pink and red. We brought big pink and red cupcakes to PB's daycare teachers. They were scarfed up in a matter 3 min and they gave Traci the plate to bring home. Now I have a fear that they are starving and I want to make them a nice stew or something. I brought a big red velvet cake into work for the girls. They didn't scarf as much... but it was probably because they were each on their 8th bag of dip stick sugar things.. where you lick the stick and then you dip it in sugar. If I only had a nickel every time I did that. Hardy harhar.

Anywhoooo...

I feel like I have hit a brick wall with blogging. I want to share everything and not have fear. Show you pictures, tell you details... but I dare not.

In reality I am a big mess.

I am looking for another foster family to cling on to and to take residency under their wing. I feel as if the caseworkers and the agency in general are looking at me thinking... Get OVER it. Just DO WHAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO DO.

Side note...

I JUST got a call from daycare that PB has his two bottom teeth in. um. HE IS THREE MONTHS OLD. He has not complained or cried or anything. He has been his happy self!!!  I FREAKED on the phone. The teacher was laughing at my reaction.

HE IS OLD NOW. oi oi oi.