Now my son. He is back to his apartment. My, oh my, is what Hubby said about the pickup. Just as I figured the birth mom is still the same person just older. Like my husband said, "It's just not right that people live like that." A run down trailer, no water or heat. and who knows what else. She does have an I phone. I don't have one. She just isn't able to be more than what she is. It's just too bad. Now to keep our son realizing this is the life that he came from and that we have protected him from. I could write a book about what we have been through. I will spare you. It's hard to explain but when this happened this week-end, it was like he was 4 years old again and we had to protect him. Another worry is that he will try to take care of her. I feel bad for her life. But when he refers to her as mom......that hurts. I am wondering if I should ask him not to call her that to me???????
Okay, here are some cuties to help make you smile.
Our little neighbor girl. I heard her crying over balloon that she had just gotten that had burst. Her 3 year old sister was trying to tell me all about it. So, what's a good neighbor to do. I made them all balloon dogs and put them by their door. When I got online here was this picture thanking me on FaceBook.
And here is our cutie pie little great nephew again. His mom said this is what happens when your baby has man hair and takes a nap. This new face is when he isn't happy. He does it when they sing to him. I am a little worried that he isn't eating well enough. Isn't he just precious.
My little bug is in the repair shop. Now it really has a boo boo. My son accidently backed into it. He felt so bad. Same son has a big birthday tomorrow. How can my kids be this old.
Thank you all again for coming to my rescue with great advice about the house and comforting words about my adopted son. I'd probably be in therapy if it wasn't for you. Thanks so much.