Peas should be square!

I have decided that if the vegetable growers of America want more families to eat veggies than peas should be square and corn niblets should be the size of an average fork. I came to this realization as I was under the table the other night after dinner. As I was ridding the carpet of as many veggies that I could, I thought of the old adage "motherhood is a thankless job". If that is true than foster motherhood is where thankless daughters must suffer under the table. If I haven't said it recently- thanks mom!

We have had a pretty rocky 1st couple of weeks. This week all school schedules are ironed out and hopefully next week all bus schedules will be up and running. I waited to sign Isaiah up for the bus so he could get his footing a little with the new school. Next week I'm hoping to have him on the bus in the morning with Sam and then they'll ride the bus to Isaiah's school and then Sam will stay on the bus to go to his own school.

I met with Isaiah's teacher yesterday and would you believe it she's originally from Ft. Wayne! The Lord's hand is more evident in Isaiah being in her class but that is a discussion for another blog. She is a strong woman with lots of resolve to help Isaiah overcome his anger and acting out and get him the knowledge he so desperately needs. She is having the same issues at school that we are having at home with the testing and she really gives us a lot of credit for signing up for this task.

Sam is having problems going to preschool, I think that will change eventually but for now when I have to drop him off I have to be sure to allow extra time. Last Thursday I dropped him off and had to drag him out of the car, wrap my arms around him and heave him to the curb. I sat him down to change my hold and he ran away from me into the street toward the car! I was panicked and stopped (thanks mom) and didn't chase after him. Being that the car was parked on a very quiet street and he wasn't in traffic I tried to coax him back to the sidewalk as I walked quickly towards him and grabbed him with all my might and got him back to the sidewalk kicking and screaming. Luckily one of his teachers saw us, or perhaps heard us, and was able to come out and pick him up from me and take him in. I was an emotional mess and the preschool director came down to me and gave me a hug and said, "it's ok mom, sometimes they do that, you're doing good." Well, I don't have to tell you I pretty much lost it and after gaining composure I thanked her and then headed to work. Whew, not my day, after about an hour I got a call at work from the preschool, "Sam is doing great and we just wanted to let you know." That dirty rotten turkey, here I had worried myself that we were making a bad decision and he was perfectly fine. Well, just goes to show that you have to have the resolve and the backbone to follow thru (thanks mom).

We are seeing glimpses of success but they are few and far between at the moment. Sam has added one word to his vocabulary this week -apple! I heard him and had him repeat it for Brad and we both were bursting with pride. Of course Sam kind of gave us a look like, 'you guys know what it's called what's the big deal?' Regardless, we are happy that he is making a least a small step forward. I'm sure the Isaiah will make even more progress as he gets settled in to the routine and we work with some extra help to give him language to explain his feelings instead of pounding on the table when he has to take a time out.

Please keep us in your prayers and if I've neglected to tell you this, Happy Birthday x 4 people, Happy Anniversary x2 people and we love you and miss you everyone!