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Winter catch-up

December was busy for us. Actually, at the end of November when we returned from a trip to Orange Beach for Thanksgiving, Dave took off for a work trip to Las Vegas, and I got a call from DCS looking for placement for a tiny newborn baby girl. I said yes! She was two weeks old. She'd been in foster care since 9 days old but the previous homes were full and could only keep her temporarily. She was tiny, barely 7 pounds, with bright red hair. This was an interesting experience for me, having a newborn that I didn't give birth to! She was for the most part a very easygoing baby. I put her on a 3-hour feed schedule immediately because I knew how much she was eating (not breastfeeding has its benefits!).

Dave came back and we all settled into a routine with a new little one. She just kind of accepted whatever love and attention we could spare her, and was happy with that. She had visits with her biological parents a few times a week, though they didn't always show up. I also got to go to court for the first time with one of our foster cases, although my presence was not necessary and absolutely nothing happened or was decided. It was still interesting to see how the process works (and why it is so, incredibly, frustratingly slow and tedious).


Also in December, we of course celebrated Christmas. It was pretty low-key except we were doing respite foster care for a baby boy we'd had as an emergency placement a few months before. He was a handful, he screamed all night. Not normal baby crying either. SCREAMING. So that was rough. Otherwise we had a nice holiday.




Lucy & her friend Madi went to a school dance together

One of Lucy's Christmas gifts was tickets for her and a couple of friends to go see Kinky Boots in St. Louis. We had a huge ice storm a day before, but we persevered, and the roads were fine in Illinois & Missouri, just terrible here in Indiana. Lucy loved it so much. I thought it was entertaining, at least. But seeing how happy Lucy was made it all worth it.






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