Number 4 is here!

I did it again. I jumped back into the crazy rollercoaster known as fost/adopt. I was officially opened the day after Christmas and on January 31, Teddy came home at seven-and-a-half-weeks-old. He's a pure delight. My three older children 9 and two 6-year-olds adore him. I had forgotten how much laundry those wonderful, cuddly, little things produce. It's a 50/50 chance that dad might get him back, but for however long Teddy stays a minute, a season, or a lifetime I'm going to shower him with love and just enjoy every moment with him. Let's be honest, this is the best this relationship will ever be because once he starts thinking thoughts, walking, and talking, it's downhill from there.