Well, the call finally came last night around 6:30. After months and months of preparation, training, medical exams, blood work, trying to locate fire escape ladders and being fingerprinted by the police the little foster baby finally made it. We expected a newborn we had all newborn stuff, yet we now have a happy, funny, sitt'n up, big noggin 7 month old.
The kids took to him like a new toy, taking turns holding him and trying to feed him his bottle.
We'll wait to see how the changed family dynamics effect W and K.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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