My new little bundles of joy

As of this weekend I am a foster mom. It’s something I have been interested in for a long time but have had trouble figuring out the right way to do it. After all, I live by myself in a one bedroom apartment. This creates some difficulties and shapes how people perceive my ability to mother. Finally, though, someone was willing to give me a chance. Little Curtis and Clarice, brother and sister, are staying with me until a suitable adoptive family can be found.

The first night was a little rough. Actually, it was pretty damn horrible, what with the screaming and all. I didn’t know that crying could be so LOUD. I got a ton of very helpful advice from people yesterday and last night went MUCH better. In fact, we all slept for six straight hours. I am going to be honest and say I am still dying and could use another couple hours of sleep, but it was such a huge improvement that it’s okay.

Curtis: part boy, part devil

Clarice: A bundle of sweetness