<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227</id><updated>2009-12-08T05:25:26.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Desert Cottage Garden</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-1800231152272956881</id><published>2009-11-25T21:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:35:39.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here in front of the fire feeling so blessed that I highly doubt I could even put it into words.  One year ago today a tiny, pale, frail baby boy moved in with me.  (See last year for more info on that) I loved that little baby so much and enjoyed every midnight feeding and diaper change but I alwayss felt like I wasn't supposed to be his "forever" mom.  I was meant to love him, care for him and protect him.  I loved every minute of the four months he was with me.  Last Saturday, he was legally adopted by a wonderful woman who knew from the very first moment she saw him that he was HER baby.  Her family has welcomed him with open arms and they have all been so gracious about keeping me informed about how well he is doing.  The boys and I were able to be at the court house the day of his adoption and it was wonderful to see such a happy family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys have brought more joy to my life than I ever knew existed.  I'm tired, I'm busy but I am also content, happy and fulfilled.  I am amazed each and every day by the strength, intelligence and love these two boys show.  They have been hurt but they are resilient.  They have a future that God has planned and I am so excited to see what wonderful things He has for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine told me that instead of thinking about Thanksgiving as a once a year holiday we should see it as an attitude to hold every day.  We need to think about who we can thank and how we can give.  I love that.  Over the last month, I was challenged to do an "I am thankful for..." post every day on Facebook and I'm actually disappointed that it is ending.  I've really enjoyed focusing on the positive in each day.  I'm going to try to make a different kind of New Year's Resolution this year...I usually do one focused on myself...I  think I'll try to figure out some new way to give back to the community each month.   It's the least I can do after all I've been given.   Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-1800231152272956881?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1800231152272956881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=1800231152272956881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/1800231152272956881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/1800231152272956881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-5062940506361041266</id><published>2009-09-19T13:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:44:36.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two little boys calling me "Mom"</title><content type='html'>In the last seven months, I have been blessed without measure.  I have gone from foster parent to mommy.  We've weathered colds, skinned knees, bruised feelings and trashed bedrooms.  I've learned that it is financially much more feasible to buy plain old bandaids than the cool Handy Manny ones.  The dogs have gone from running for their lives to sleeping next to the boys' beds at night.  I've become adept at getting two rambuctious boys into bed and cozy by bedtime and I've figured out the trick about naptime.  We've manuevered the preschool enrollment process and experimented with Bento Box lunches.  I feel like I've learned so much over the last few months and somehow with every passing day another question pops up.   My family and friends have been absolutely incredible and have embraced our new little family with stronger arms and more kindness than I ever imagined.  My parents have jumped wholeheartedly into the world of grandparenting and the boys can't wait to see "Nani and Owie" again.  I got the call this week that I will be signing "Intent to Adopt" paperwork on Friday.  Over all of those years that God kept telling me to "Wait"...Wait...and wait somemore...I never could have imagined how magnificent his plan would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-5062940506361041266?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5062940506361041266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=5062940506361041266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/5062940506361041266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/5062940506361041266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-little-boys-calling-me-mom.html' title='Two little boys calling me &quot;Mom&quot;'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-6021907669178506161</id><published>2009-06-21T12:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:33:09.238-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day Lessons  Owen Walsh'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day, Poppers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj55NyV8-rI/AAAAAAAABuI/9syRogkd-rY/s1600-h/101_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349846685121837746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj55NyV8-rI/AAAAAAAABuI/9syRogkd-rY/s320/101_1319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj55NZTnG1I/AAAAAAAABt4/ezVpRgEhZ-E/s1600-h/101_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349846678401129298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj55NZTnG1I/AAAAAAAABt4/ezVpRgEhZ-E/s320/101_1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj55M3rdyQI/AAAAAAAABtw/CphM41u4-EE/s1600-h/101_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349846669374376194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj55M3rdyQI/AAAAAAAABtw/CphM41u4-EE/s320/101_1335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wrote this for my Dad a couple years ago, but today seemed like a perfect day to post it and remind him just how special he is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Top 10 things I learned from my Dad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj512zmaEsI/AAAAAAAABto/FixO9VYi8eQ/s1600-h/101_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Giving is always better than getting.&lt;/strong&gt; My whole life, I remember hearing the joy in your voice and seeing the sparkle in your eye whenever you thought of a great gift idea for someone. Spending time shopping with you and watching the generosity you display toward needy people has always inspired me to want to give to others the way that you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;If it’s Irish, It’s Good!&lt;/strong&gt; I appreciate being taught about my Irish heritage. So many people just see themselves as “caucasian” but you always taught me that I have a rich Irish lineage with a great deal of culture and history. Even if the food does taste blah!&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;The Louder the Music the Better!&lt;/strong&gt; I have so many memories of riding in the car with Carmen blasting on the radio and you clapping, singing and banging on the steering wheel. You enjoy music so much that it encourages me to spend time enjoying it too.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Go the Extra Mile to Make something Special.&lt;/strong&gt; This lesson really illustrates who you are. So many times, I have noticed that you take the time to really add special little touches to things. From your amazing breakfasts in the morning to your beautiful garden pinwheels to a surprise flower delivery on St. Patrick’s Day half way across the country.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Have Fun!&lt;/strong&gt; Wow, I thought the last one was the one that really described you but this one might have to beat it! I have so many incredibly memories that it’s hard to pick just a few. You are always the one to come up with some crazy, last minute idea that makes a day. Sometimes when I tell stories to people about my childhood, they just stare at me in awe. You and Mom always included Matt and me in the things you did and I appreciate that so much. I don’t know if you know how rare that is. When you would encourage us to check the “candy tree” outside and delight in our excitement to frosting covered brownies made into Halloween pumpkins and taking all of my friends in the back of the truck trick or treating all over town to river rafting to Leavenworth at Christmas time, I can’t think of any fun activity you didn’t spearhead.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Treat others Well&lt;/strong&gt; Your kindness and generosity are evident in everything you do. Your friends and your family benefit so much from your sweet thoughtfulness. I learned to surprise the people around me with kindness when I see you bring in a beautiful flower for me or Mom when you come in from working in the yard or when you bring home an unexpected latte.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Enjoy Nature and Appreciate Beauty&lt;/strong&gt; You were always the one to rush inside and encourage me to come outside and see an amazing sunset or smell the fresh aroma of the rain in a flowerbed. I have always been touched by your connection to nature and your devotion to our land. I often think about the story of the tree that had to be cut to build our house but that stands in the same place in our home and every time I am so blessed by your unique gentle loving spirit.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Work Hard at Something that Matters&lt;/strong&gt; You and Mom have worked so hard to create a safe, loving, warm environment for your family. I am so thankful for both of you and I know it hasn’t been easy. You put your all into things and I learned that you can make a difference in the world if you just keep trying. A couple of years ago, you called me in tears to tell me that a man in your cursillo group had just adopted a child from China. (My eyes are tearing up as I write this) You said, “I am just so proud that you help people feel the way he was feeling today.” I don’t know if I ever told you how much that meant to me, but it was amazing. I want so much for you to be proud of me and I am so thankful that you were able to share that with me.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Love animals&lt;/strong&gt; So many parents don’t let their kids have pets. That was never an issue we had. I don’t remember a time that I ever wanted any kind of animal and you and Mom said “No”. We had dogs, cats, chickens, ducks, peacocks, horses, cows, rabbits, fish, turtles and we probably could add a few species to that list. You have always had such a tenderness for animals that we learned to value and care for them as well. What a richness they add to life.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Love God and Serve His Humanity&lt;/strong&gt; I still remember the day you came home from Cursillo and told us that you had met your best friend and his name is Jesus. That has always touched me and helped me to remember that God is the one that I can always lean on. You have such a servant’s heart and I am blessed and honored to have been able to learn from your willingness to serve others at home, at work or in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Thank you for being the amazing father you are to me. I recently read a book that said that your impression of God is based on your experience with your father. What a powerful message. I thank God for giving me you every day and I am so grateful that he chose to bless me with a Dad that taught me that God is loving, kind, amazingly thoughtful and full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Dad, and I hope you have a wonderful time this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349842991787414210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj512zmaEsI/AAAAAAAABto/FixO9VYi8eQ/s320/101_1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj512iI-o-I/AAAAAAAABtg/gBRa5A-ny4o/s1600-h/101_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349842987100578786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj512iI-o-I/AAAAAAAABtg/gBRa5A-ny4o/s320/101_1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj512fWa52I/AAAAAAAABtY/lL5i5d9eRPQ/s1600-h/101_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349842986351650658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj512fWa52I/AAAAAAAABtY/lL5i5d9eRPQ/s320/101_1300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj5119Xe_PI/AAAAAAAABtQ/lXjECW9mJzI/s1600-h/101_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349842977229307122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj5119Xe_PI/AAAAAAAABtQ/lXjECW9mJzI/s320/101_1298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj511tQ9GlI/AAAAAAAABtI/jUTGfeVITJA/s1600-h/101_1299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349842972906953298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj511tQ9GlI/AAAAAAAABtI/jUTGfeVITJA/s320/101_1299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-6021907669178506161?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6021907669178506161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=6021907669178506161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/6021907669178506161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/6021907669178506161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-poppers.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day, Poppers!'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/Sj55NyV8-rI/AAAAAAAABuI/9syRogkd-rY/s72-c/101_1319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-3167366692522086282</id><published>2009-06-05T20:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:48:14.175-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.  ~Robert Fulghum</title><content type='html'>It is amazing to me to see these two amazing little boys pick up my habits and mannerisms.  Terrifying and incredible all at once.  I watched tonight as M picked all of the toppings off of his pizza and ate them first and then was so impressed as J strolled around the backyard checking on the plants and called several by name.  They are so wonderful, I don't even have words to describe it.  They challenge me to the full extent of my ability and potential and I am loving every single second.  I am so incredibly thankful for my job right now.  I am able to focus on things that will make me a better social worker and a better parent.  All of the things I'm interested in are wrapped up in both my career and my personal life.  It's so great!  I'm going to a second training tomorrow on the "Nurtured Heart Approach" to parenting.  I went to the first one the night before the boys moved in and I'm so excited to get a refresher.  I'm not the type of person who picks one style of anything but I've really been able to incorporate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; from this philosophy.  The main focus is helping kids to build their sense that they can succeed.  The founder of the approach uses the example of how trainers trained the amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; to jump out of the water-----training &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; to jump over a rope suspended above the water was relatively easy -- once they found the right approach:   Make it easy for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; to succeed&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, reward success, no matter how small. To make it easy for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; to succeed, instead of putting the rope above the water and trying to persuade the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; whale to jump over it, the trainers started by laying the rope on the bottom of the tank.&lt;br /&gt;Then they watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; very carefully. When they saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; cross over the line (or even get near it in the beginning), they gave him a reward. Rather quickly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; learned that if he swam over the rope, he would often received a reward.  Then they raised the rope off the bottom of the tank, rewarding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; only when he swam over it . Eventually, they raised the rope above of the water. By that point, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; "knew" he would often receive a reward when he had to cross over the line, so quite naturally he began jumping over the rope. Simple, right?  It makes a huge difference with kids when you put all your focus on praising and rewarding their successes and allowing natural consequences to deal with their challenges.  I use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of attachment parenting tools as well;  we practice a lot of eye contact and I use "the thinking spot" or "taking a seat" which is basically a quick timeout right next to me.  It does nobody any good to use a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; to discipline kids who are traumatized by too many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;separations&lt;/span&gt;.  Love and Logic has also had a huge impact on the way I interact with the kids.  It also leads to some of the funniest moments...   In the midst of a tantrum, J (2) said to me, "No, you're the bummer!", M was trying to get me to give him chocolate milk and when I said "No", his response was "I love you to much to argue". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite thing that has happened over the last month is watching the development of empathy in both boys.  I easedropped yesterday as they were outside playing near their little swimming pool and they were upset to see the bugs that had landed in the water.  Both boys were gently picking up each bug and transferring it carefully to a nearby sunflower leaf.  It was amazing to hear them use the words they have heard me say to cheer on the little bugs who were struggling..."You be ok.  I know this is hawd" and Good Job!  You awe weally twying".&lt;br /&gt;The second most exciting thing is that they are telling on themselves!  When a cup of milk spills, I now get an "oops, I spilled the milk" instead of blank stares and blatent refusals to take responsibility.  Soooo sooo amazing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this poem and I'm going to print it out and put it on my fridge.  Whether this is for another month or forever, I don't want to look back later and think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my child to raise all over again,I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.I'd finger-paint more, and point the finger less.I would do less correcting and more connecting.I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.I'd do more hugging and less tugging.-- Diane Loomans, from "If I Had My Child To Raise Over Again"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-3167366692522086282?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3167366692522086282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=3167366692522086282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/3167366692522086282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/3167366692522086282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-worry-that-children-never-listen.html' title='Don&apos;t worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.  ~Robert Fulghum'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-1655117473577940688</id><published>2009-05-06T20:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:20:34.955-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing life'/><title type='text'>Living, Loving, Laughing</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I've had a chance to sit down and blog. Obviously. Anyway, the boys have now been here 2 1/2 months. They have settled in and so have I. I am tired but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rejuvenated&lt;/span&gt;. I am extraordinarily busy but calmer than I have felt in years. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332913639186685810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SgJQsymO33I/AAAAAAAABr4/FOW5YHuOYFc/s320/101_0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have been able to realize through these wonderful boys that each day is one I need to treasure. It may be just an average day but it is one that I will never have again. These kiddos will never be 2 and 3 on May 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; again and I will never by 35 on this day again (Thank you Charlie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Appelstein&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332913634550083426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SgJQshUx72I/AAAAAAAABrw/m___D24zojc/s320/101_0441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For the last several years, I've felt stuck. Nothing ever changed. Same job, same house and pets, same great friends and family. Things were good but lacking in something I could never put my finger on. With the addition of these wild children, my life has gained passion.   I am loving rolling down hills at the park, flying kites, searching the sky for colorful hot air balloons, singing songs and having tickle fights.  The boys have developed a huge interest in watching our seeds sprout in the garden and enthusiastically help me water every night.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332913645698971698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SgJQtK24eDI/AAAAAAAABsA/ZzUIVjaDdtM/s320/101_0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My job is suddenly much more exciting, my house is loud and full of life and my relationships have all taken on new meaning. I am looking forward to each new day with gratitude in a way that I had almost forgotten. Often people will say to me "you have your hands full!" and I just want to reply, "full of blessings".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332913651272913058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SgJQtfn0EKI/AAAAAAAABsI/TC58tJA4nfs/s320/101_0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;**The boys picked the first beautiful peach geranium stem (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AAAHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!) and brought it to me to wear in my hair (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I have a small scar on my leg and it must have worried M because he went and got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;band-aid&lt;/span&gt; and gently put it over the scar. I said "oh thank you! I bet you are gonna be a doctor when you grow up". "YEAH!" said M. Then he starts gagging. Horrified, I said, "What's wrong?" "You said I could be a doctor when I throw up" said M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332913655193283650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SgJQtuOgLEI/AAAAAAAABsQ/3UYilPk0_08/s320/101_0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-1655117473577940688?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1655117473577940688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=1655117473577940688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/1655117473577940688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/1655117473577940688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2009/05/living-loving-laughing.html' title='Living, Loving, Laughing'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SgJQsymO33I/AAAAAAAABr4/FOW5YHuOYFc/s72-c/101_0448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-3278585919355379510</id><published>2009-03-18T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:39:23.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 boys</title><content type='html'>If someone would have told me a month ago that I would be parenting two toddlers, I would have told them they were nuts-completely certifiable...   And yet, here I am.  Waking up to the sweet patter of little feet and sleepy voices asking if it is time to watch Thomas (the Tank Engine) and coming home from work to hugs and squeals and water fights in my backyard.  It is amazing to me to see how well things are really shaping up.  I don’t know how long these boys will be here but I am enjoying every single minute of it.  Foster care has been so amazing.  I think this is what I was born to do.  There is no better feeling than to know that I am providing a safe, warm, comfortable, fun place to be for a little one (or two) who has been scared and hurt.  One of the things I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; become passionate about is getting the boys outside.  Helping them learn to watch things grow and start to wonder about the beautiful things they see.   It brings such a smile to my face when we are in the car and they get so excited about the hot air balloons in the morning and the moon coming up at night.  We planted potatoes this week and they loved digging in the dirt and playing with the water.  They are adventurous and active.  They are sweet and polite.  They burp and excuse themselves.  They love shooting hoops and climbing ladders.  They are completely obsessed with bananas, baby carrots and green beans.  They seem to be relaxing more and more each day but still frequently ask “I wake up, I see you?”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of what these sweet boys have been through, I can’t help but wonder why.  Why are some kids born into situations that are harmful and hurtful and desperate while others begin life in a world filled with joy and nurturing and positivity?  My faith tells me that regardless of the circumstance, God can use it to create wonders but I can’t help but question the whys.  I am so incredibly blessed to have an amazing family and a group of friends who are as close as family.  I am so thankful for the support, encouragement, babysitting and offers of assistance.  I cannot thank you all enough and I feel such immense gratitude for all of the blessings God has given me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-3278585919355379510?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3278585919355379510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=3278585919355379510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/3278585919355379510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/3278585919355379510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-boys.html' title='2 boys'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-7639449091921366953</id><published>2009-02-26T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:54:30.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>I read this statement today.  I think this is where joy starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christians today like to play it safe. We want to put ourselves in situations where we are safe 'even if there is no God.' But if we truly desire to please God, we cannot live that way. We have to do things that cost us during our life on Earth but will be more than worth it in eternity.""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-7639449091921366953?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7639449091921366953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=7639449091921366953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/7639449091921366953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/7639449091921366953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2009/02/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-4961794495113235964</id><published>2009-02-26T18:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:10:41.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 boys 2 and 3 years old...</title><content type='html'>So, two new little guys moved in with me today. They are two and three year olds who have been removed from their parents due to their inability to keep them safe. I got a call about them yesterday afternoon so I spent the early morning doing some kiddo grocery shopping. I don't believe coincidentally, I had already planned to take today off. Luckily, I found some spiderman comforters on sale and a couple matching trucks (anything to avoid the "I want that struggles :) ) They are adorable. Such good boys. Wild, active, jumping, into everything boys but also please and thank you, covering their mouths when they cough, counting, chatterbox, smart boys. We went over to Erika's house and the boys played with Jayden for a couple hours. They had a great time and I thought for sure they would crash out for a nap but no such luck. I'd probably have a hard time sleeping too in a completely new environment without anything familiar. I'm so glad they have each other. Erika sent us home with several great toys from Jaydo's playroom. We came home and my wonderful neighbor, Lyn, dropped by with a brand new sandbox with a lid, sand, sandbox toys, a road rug and 15 matchbox cars! She'd already dropped off a Thomas the Tank Engine train set and a car seat this morning. The boys absolutely loved the sandbox and cars when they got up from pretending to nap. They've spent the evening chasing the cat, taking a bath to get the beach worth of sand out of their hair and learning to pet the dog "gently". They ate a whole thing of macaroni and cheese and then were looking at the pictures on my refrigerator and kept saying "Yook, Jayden!" They were so excited to recognize someone. After their bath, I got them dressed in their new matching Mickey Mouse pajamas and they were so excited. The two year old said, "My Mickey pants? Tank you" and jumped up and down. I about cried. Tomorrow, I'm going to a pediatric appointment with Baby K and his new momma to introduce her to the nurses and doctor. I'm so glad she is open to including me in his life. He is such a special little guy and will hold a piece of my heart forever. My friend, Deb, volunteered to watch the boys while I go to the appointment. I'm sure they will have a blast playing with Levi! They start daycare on Monday but I'm so glad to be able to keep them close for the first couple days. Please pray for wisdom, patience and energy! I think I'm going to need an extra helping of all three!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-4961794495113235964?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4961794495113235964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=4961794495113235964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/4961794495113235964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/4961794495113235964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-boys-2-and-3-years-old.html' title='2 boys 2 and 3 years old...'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-528973694996274200</id><published>2009-02-13T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:14:00.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is hard'/><title type='text'>Baby K is in his new home</title><content type='html'>I knew this would be difficult and people keep asking me if I really want him to go to the new family. I don't. I wish things were different. But they aren't. And that is okay. It isn't easy but it is okay. In my heart, I know this is right. I often tell my clients, "just because something is hard, doesn't mean it's the wrong decision". I believe that sometimes the best choices are the most difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read something by Corrie Ten Boom, a survivor of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Holocaust&lt;/span&gt;. Ten Boom said that when she was a child she asked her father how she would ever do what God had for her to do. Her father's response was, “When you go to travel, when do I give you the train tickets or the money for it, three weeks before?” She said “No daddy, the day that I go to travel.” And her father said “That is what God does. You don’t need to be...have the power to be... But the moment that you have to the Lord will give you everything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am smiling through my tears because I know that this child was with me for this time for a reason. I was able to love him, feed him and cuddle him at a time that he needed someone. He taught me that I do have the patience, endurance and love to be a mom. He also taught me that there is so much more important than career success. I will forever value my relationships with my family and friends to a greater extent because of what this child has taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time that I struggled with worry about the life he will have if he isn't with me. I am so thankful that because of my faith, I can know that God has a plan for him that is better than anything I can ever imagine. I'm not saying that I don't wonder or even start to fret but the bottom line is that God knew him before I did and made him resilient enough to rebound from his difficult start in life. He alone helped him route the small amount of nutrition he was getting into the places it had to go for him to be able to overcome. He is in control and I'm not. I am so thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says, "We hath not a spirit of fear, but of power, of love, and a sound mind. And the Holy Spirit is there always, to do the job, to make us ready." I know that on my own, I can't do this. Thankfully, I don't have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-528973694996274200?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/528973694996274200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=528973694996274200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/528973694996274200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/528973694996274200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-k-is-in-his-new-home.html' title='Baby K is in his new home'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-6749498253434654929</id><published>2009-01-22T21:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:18:32.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tidbit of news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The little one is so incredible. He is now rolling over, giggling at my horrible singing voice and has the cutest cheeks you've ever seen. His social worker said today that they have located a family for him. She didn't tell me anything else but said she'd call me in the morning to fill me in. Surprisingly, I didn't immediately have a pit in my stomach or a pang of jealousy. A low grade sadness that what we've shared in the last two months is coming to an end. But what I do feel is a joy that is unspeakable that the tiny, scared, bony baby that I brought home 2 months ago will soon be joining a family as a healthy, chubby, laughing little boy. I know I will probably be a mess when the day finally comes but I am so very glad I have the opportunity. A very wise foster/adoptive mom once said that at times like this, she likes to think of the quote from Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem, In Memoriam: 27, 1850:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hold it true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whate'er befall;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel it, when I sorrow most;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Tis better to have loved and lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Than never to have loved at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't agree more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-6749498253434654929?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6749498253434654929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=6749498253434654929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/6749498253434654929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/6749498253434654929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2009/01/tidbit-of-news.html' title='A tidbit of news'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-2891657542058138207</id><published>2009-01-01T22:32:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:14:09.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s really important'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 wasn't a bad year---not the best but definately not the worst. I am filled with gratitude, peace and hope as I look forward to the coming year. It's amazing to me that no matter what happens, good or bad, when paired with time, God's hand is so evident in everything. I don't beleive that God plans or causes bad things to happen to us but I have been blessed to witness His amazing ability to mold the outcome into blessings. Because of that, I can exhuberently look for His miracles this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My resolutions are to exercise more, spend more time in God's word and try to be more organized. If I'm not mistaken, they are pretty similar to last year's. Oh well... I'm a magnificent mess. I'm okay with that. I do want to really focus on simplifying my life. I don't mean making things easier necessarily, I mean figuring out priorities and doing what is really important. I'm hoping to be more able to let go of the things that either don't matter in the grand scheme of things or that I truly can't change anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if this post is disjointed, every few minutes I have to get up and put the baby's binky back in his mouth. It's interesting. He's so very tired but relies heavily on the small green rubber pacifier to give him a sense of calm and ease about falling asleep. He doesn't really need it, he often falls asleep without it but at night when he's really tired, if the binky falls out of his mouth, his eyes pop right open. He falls asleep just enough to relax a bit and loses the binky and his hold on sleep simultaneously. I can't help but think about what I rely on that is a false sense of security. What is my pacifier and what kind of true calm is it keeping from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, enough deep thoughts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286571225921501426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SV2shUDaOPI/AAAAAAAABm4/fc96iy_ev_M/s400/c21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286571224422443074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SV2shOeAaEI/AAAAAAAABmw/UJfqElhWP2Q/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286571231514803826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SV2sho49PnI/AAAAAAAABnA/FFyz-B0ft8g/s400/c22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286571230226604690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SV2shkF04pI/AAAAAAAABnI/8N-uBlATpxA/s400/c55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was wonderful. We played in the snow, relaxed in front of the fire and relished time with wonderful friends. I've got tons of great pictures of the Little One but can't post them due to confidentiality. Just know, he's doing so well! He's now 10lbs 6oz and smiling up a storm. He rolled over today for the first time while playing with his baby gym! It's been beautiful the last few days and we went to the park with Erika, Jayden, Tammy, Ro and Maya. What fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286574400505122562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SV2vaGTIDwI/AAAAAAAABnY/V9RrAWSf8GM/s400/100_1379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286574395334779458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SV2vZzCa4kI/AAAAAAAABnQ/DbQ2_Vrrqzk/s400/100_1360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286574404763831650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SV2vaWKezWI/AAAAAAAABng/LQgWKMcdJmw/s400/100_1395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286574406007038034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; 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It's looking like decisions will be made soon. He so deserves a safe, loving, permanent family. He is such a wonderful, sweet little guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-9180741419298963374?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/9180741419298963374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=9180741419298963374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/9180741419298963374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/9180741419298963374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2008/12/ten-pounds.html' title='Ten pounds!!'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-7937776259231228137</id><published>2008-12-16T14:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:58:35.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SUgjtyUW1yI/AAAAAAAABlg/IXojAtC2Lyg/s1600-h/dec16082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280509832600147746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SUgjtyUW1yI/AAAAAAAABlg/IXojAtC2Lyg/s400/dec16082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were blessed with a snow day today so I'm sitting in front of my fireplace listening to the Little One snore. He's wrapped in several layers of fleece and looks very comfortable. He's been with me for three weeks as of yesterday and let's just say it doesn't look like his case is going to move all that quickly. He gained 6oz last week (he's now 9lbs, 6oz) and has another weight check scheduled for tomorrow. This whole process has been interesting to say the least. It's been so good for me to adjust my expectations and relinquish control of things. I tend to want to plan, know things in advance etc.  That is pretty much impossible when you are doing foster care.   We've got a very busy schedule this week including three visits with his mom, a pediatrician's appointment Wednesday to monitor his weight, homevisits with two different social workers (now that is just weird), a WIC appointment (also to monitor his weight) and a developmental evaluation. This is in addition to my work schedule. I am every so thankful for my flexible, supportive job! I won't be posting any identifying pictures to allow the Little One and his family their privacy but here's one of his sweet little hand while he's sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280509843834590562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SUgjucK21WI/AAAAAAAABlo/LZ4kGfrNPhU/s400/khand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are heading to Jemez Springs for Christmas next Tuesday and I can't wait to hunker down in front of the wood stove and watch the snow fall in the woods!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-7937776259231228137?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7937776259231228137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=7937776259231228137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/7937776259231228137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/7937776259231228137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day!!'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SUgjtyUW1yI/AAAAAAAABlg/IXojAtC2Lyg/s72-c/dec16082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-56396593643083958</id><published>2008-12-03T21:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:34:59.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another  15 ozs</title><content type='html'>Little one had another appointment with his pediatrician today and had gained 15 oz in the last week.  He's finally on the growth charts!  It's really amazing to see the transformation from bald headed, skin and bone, translucent skin and listless to an inch of soft strawberry blond hair, rosy cheeks, full belly and smiles in only 10 days.  I really thought I'd be more exhausted but I feel great.  Tired, a little scattered but peaceful and energetic.  I also wondered how I'd feel about caring for a child on a daily basis without knowing what the child's future held.  The truth is, I wonder but I don't dwell on it.  I hope and I pray for positive decisions and wise choices but I know that I am doing what I can do.   I've also been pleasantly surprised by the amount of support I've gotten.  People are just jumping over each other to love on this little guy.  He's been blessed with material items, snuggles and prayers from friends and family all across the country.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree.  In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall.  ~Larry Wilde, The Merry Book of Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-56396593643083958?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/56396593643083958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=56396593643083958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/56396593643083958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/56396593643083958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-15-ozs.html' title='Another  15 ozs'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-1226750784498494007</id><published>2008-11-26T20:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:26:25.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 lb in 36 hours</title><content type='html'>The little one had an appointment with his pediatrician today and had gained a pound since he was weighed Monday evening!  It was so sweet, 2 doctors and at least four nurses came in to see him because they'd been so worried about him.  Three of the nurses burst into tears when they heard his progress.  One nurse looked at him and said to him, "thank you for reminding me why I work in Pediatrics".  He's already making quite the impact on this big world.   I'm so thankful I get to know him for this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-1226750784498494007?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1226750784498494007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=1226750784498494007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/1226750784498494007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/1226750784498494007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-lb-in-36-hours.html' title='1 lb in 36 hours'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-3386731573899663352</id><published>2008-11-25T11:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:56:54.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure to Thrive</title><content type='html'>I'm taking care of a tiny, little baby boy who was born about two months ago and only gained 1 oz. since birth.  He is really adorable and is eating very well (4oz every 2-3 hours).  I was worried that he might have reflux or something that would make it difficult to keep his formula down but no sign of that so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently children normally grow at a rate of about 30 g (1 ounce)/day in early infancy (birth to 3 months) and this then slows to about 20 g/day from 3-6 months and to only 12-15 g/day in later infancy (6 - 12 months). Older children grow even more slowly, with toddlers (1-3 years) growing, at about 8 g/day, and preschool age children at about 6g/day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for strength for this sweet baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-3386731573899663352?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3386731573899663352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=3386731573899663352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/3386731573899663352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2008/11/child-proofing-my-house.html' title='Child proofing my house'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-6757689904105722072</id><published>2008-11-21T20:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:02:03.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Foster Care</title><content type='html'>Since being licensed to do foster care, I've been moved to pray for the children and their families.  Due to my work schedule, I haven't been able to accept the situations presented to me so far but I know that prayer is the most important thing I can do anyway....  I found this list today and wanted to share it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foster Care Prayer Requests&lt;br /&gt;Pray for the children entering foster care today, that they find an appropriate, kind and loving foster family to care for them until their birth families or relatives are able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for the sibling groups of children entering foster care today, that they will be placed together in one foster home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for all the foster children in care, that their first foster home is also their last foster home, as multiple placements rob children of stability and love which is required to build the self-esteem needed to grow into responsible, caring adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that more singles, couples and families become foster parents. More experienced and caring foster homes are needed to enable Division of Youth and Families Services to make appropriate placements that keep siblings together, make the first foster placement the only foster care placement, and assure each foster home is able and willing to meet the special needs of their foster children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that all children in out-of-home care will quickly return to a safe home or find an alternative permanent and loving home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for God's intervention with all families to enable them to successfully complete programs for recovery and allow the reunification of foster children to safe and caring birth families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that the federal, state and local governments, will see the plight of so many of our children and families and work toward prevention and increasing services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that God blesses all the caseworkers and staff who make decisions daily which have a huge impact on the lives of children and families. Their job is a thankless one, requiring walking a thin line, in that they are continually criticized for being too intrusive, removing children too quickly; and for not acting quickly enough, whenever a child is abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a family reunification is unlikely in a reasonable time period, we pray that God's hand guides the judges at termination of parental rights trials to make their decision in the child's best interest. God bless the judges who must decide whether or not children return to birth families or become freed for adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for all those children whose birth families are unable to care for them, are freed for adoption, but have nobody willing to give them a forever home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that foster and adoptive families and their children receive the support and understanding of their communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless those who put idea into action and make a positive difference in the lives of children, particularly children in foster care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-6757689904105722072?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6757689904105722072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=6757689904105722072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/6757689904105722072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/6757689904105722072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayers-for-foster-care.html' title='Prayers for Foster Care'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-4760457596462874467</id><published>2008-11-15T15:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:51:37.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Adoption Day</title><content type='html'>November is National Adoption Month.  Every year, our Children's Court opens on a Saturday to finalize as many adoptions as possible to bring awareness to the need for foster and adoptive parents in the United States.  Right now, there are over 500,000 kids in foster care in the U.S.  Some of those kids will be reunited with their biological parents but others will need adoptive families. In the United States, there are currently 129,000 children in foster care waiting for adoptive families.  In New Mexico, we currently have 350ish kids waiting for forever families.  Today, we finalized 5 adoptions through our agency and 42 adoptions in the county.  They are all incredibly important and reason to celebrate but one was especially close to my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was a preteen who I have been working with for about a year and half.  In that time, she was devastated by saying goodbye to her biological mother, disappointed by a family member who turned out to be an inappropriate placement option for her, felt rejected by an adoptive family who had become pregnant after her placement with them and confused by two chaotic short term fostercare placements.  This child is not easy but she is amazing.  She can be self-centered and controlling.  She is also bright, determined, caring and funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Earlier this summer, I was doing the bible study, "No Other Gods" by Kelli Minter with some wonderful friends.  Here is an excerpt from my notes from August 14th...  "I've come to realize that I have made my work a god in my life. I sometimes feel like if I don't fix something, it will stay broken. If I don't make things happen the way they should, everything will go awry. I live under an amount of stress that I don't think God wants in my life. I finally understand that when I go overboard fixing things for people, I may be getting in the way of God's plan for them. He is probably teaching them (and me) something in the struggle. This may not make sense to you but it is HUGE for me. In the meantime, I have a client, we'll call her, Ann. She is 12. Her mother made a voluntary adoption plan for her earlier this year and I placed her with a family. This family became pregnant immediately after the placement and chose not to continue with the adoption. This broke Ann's heart and created a sense of responsibility in me that was overwhelming. I felt like I was the only one that could/would figure things out for her. I couldn't sleep, I was always worried about her. I received several inquiries from families who were interested but none of them seemed right. For the last several months I've been reading a blog I found online written by a mom with a large family.  I found her blog this spring when I was searching for information for a client. I was so interested on how in the world this family was thriving and loving and living. We'll call them "the Smith family". During this time, because of this study, I'm slowly realizing the depth of my misperceptions regarding allowing work to be a false god in my life (according to the bible, an idol is something other than God that we set our hearts on , that motivates us, that masters and rules us, or that we trust, fear or serve).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, I was sitting outside in the backyard doing my biblestudy before work and realized the damage of my selfishness and attempt to control. I cried out to the Lord to take this situation. I admitted that He is the only one who knows where this little girl needs to be. I am powerless. I do not know what's best for her. I immediately felt a sense of peace. It was like the Lord was saying to me, "Megan, I've just been waiting for you to get here". As I was getting ready for work, I thought, I wish a family like "the Smiths" would send their profile. They seemed to really get what older kids need. They seemed to be the type of family that would stick it out no matter what. Later that day, I read "the Smiths" blog and there was a post about the fact that they had moved around the kids' rooms and there was an empty bed in one of the rooms and that if they ever adopted again, it would need to be a teenage girl. I about fell out of my chair. I literally wept. I knew in my heart I had to email them and just ask. Would they be interested? I sent an email that evening and by the next morning, they'd written back and said they were shocked, considering it and praying about it. Hope! I felt like I was going to sing. I just kept praising God. God was moving in ways that I could not even have imagined. After a few days, the Smiths said they felt that God wanted Ann to be in their home and they were interested in proceeding. I'm telling you, I couldn't stop praising the One who knew exactly where Ann needed to be.  Walls I worried would be insurmountable were crumbling. I am shocked, humbled, amazed and so incredibly blessed to be witnessing the miracle the Lord is creating for Ann.  Please join me in thanking God and asking for his peace, wisdom and grace. Please pray that Ann will be able to open her heart and be vulnerable. She is an incredible kid who has had so much disappointment in her life. Please pray that I can step back and observe the mighty hand of Ann's true Father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we finalized "Ann's" adoption by the "Smith" family.  God is good.  She is home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-4760457596462874467?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4760457596462874467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=4760457596462874467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/4760457596462874467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/4760457596462874467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2008/11/national-adoption-day.html' title='National Adoption Day'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-4982595546465023052</id><published>2008-11-09T07:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T08:27:58.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Thessalonians 1:3</title><content type='html'>I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; my foster care license on Wednesday. I don't know how long it will take for a child to actually be placed in my home.  I am relying on God's impeccable timing and trusting that He will use every minute to prepare me for my next steps in this journey.  I want to purge everything that would not be "child friendly" from my life and my home because I want my home to be a sanctuary of warmth, safety and security.  Since I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the copy of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;homestudy&lt;/span&gt; last week, I've been caught in a thought process that surprised me. Of course, I'm nervous and excited but mainly I've felt moved to pray. Pray for the state of our world, pray for our NEW PRESIDENT, pray for my friends and family, Pray for myself but above all---Pray for the little boy or girl out there who is in a less than optimal situation. There are approximately 500,000 kids in foster care in any one time in this country. Estimates are that three times that number are being abused/neglected in their home environments every day. The chances are good that the child who will soon be placed in my home is even now surrounded by chaos, danger, abuse or neglect. I work with these kids every day but it is so incredibly different to be on this side of things. Specifically, I am praying that God will be with this child in whatever their current circumstances. I am seeking God's miraculous intervention for protection, resiliency and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My devotional this morning is Psalm 91:4-7&lt;br /&gt;He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nor&lt;/span&gt; the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thousand&lt;/span&gt; may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-4982595546465023052?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4982595546465023052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=4982595546465023052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/4982595546465023052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/4982595546465023052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-thessalonians-13.html' title='1 Thessalonians 1:3'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-7990713176342570269</id><published>2008-10-26T18:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:55:31.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is officially here...</title><content type='html'>So, last Sunday evening I spent time in my garden picking tomatoes, eggplant and onions.  Everything was lush and green.  This week, Albuquerque had at least two nights that hit 28 degrees.  I know it is October but I still wasn't expecting it.  Within a week, the morning glories have shriveled, the peach tree lost its leaves and the veggies are dead.  My Dad is coming for a visit on Tuesday and I was really hoping he'd be able to see the yard before everything turned brown.   For some odd reason, my family seems to only visit when it's the cold season.    But oh well... I'm usually a very  "glass is half full" kinda gal so I'm trying to focus on the delightful crisp temperatures, the joy of my fireplace in the evenings and the cozy down comforter covering my bed.  I'm also planning some home improvements while it's too cold to garden.  I hope to paint the living room, kitchen and hallway and put in new flooring throughout before my heirloom seed packets arrive in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have a meeting scheduled to meet with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homestudy&lt;/span&gt; social worker (it's so weird to say that cause that's usually me) on November 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to be licensed as a foster parent.  The questions and second guessing have given way to a profound peace and bubbling excitement.  I am really looking forward to drawing on the fun, secure childhood my parents provided and the knowledge and skills from my education and career path to give a child a safe, stable home for however long God chooses to use me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-7990713176342570269?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7990713176342570269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=7990713176342570269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/7990713176342570269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/7990713176342570269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-is-officially-here.html' title='Fall is officially here...'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-7795745849455544010</id><published>2008-09-29T20:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:33:24.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Thank you to everyone who has been so incredibly supportive of my newest adventure-Foster Care! The piles of paperwork are done, the fingerprints are submitted, the doctor signed my clearance and my electrical outlets are covered. My home visit was today and now the worker just has to write up the report. He said that I should be licensed within the next couple weeks. Please keep praying and know that I am so incredibly thankful for your friendship and support (All 13 reference letters brought tears to my eyes!). Yesterday, I was second guessing/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;overthinking&lt;/span&gt;/being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pessimistic&lt;/span&gt; and out of the blue a waitress started telling me about how she had been in foster care between the ages of 2-4 and now at the age of 24, she wants to find her foster mom and thank her for the huge impact she had on her life. She didn't know me, she didn't know my thoughts...but God did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...strangely enough...my fortune cookie today said "Children will play an important role in your life". As if they already don't... I know this is probably going to be the most difficult thing I've ever done...it's going to tax my patience, skills and faith...It's going to force me to step outside of myself and completely lose my false sense of control. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-7795745849455544010?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7795745849455544010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=7795745849455544010' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/7795745849455544010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/7795745849455544010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-1502150778100343256</id><published>2008-09-21T10:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:58:46.174-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Content'/><title type='text'>Stepping out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248509327685497554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SNZzbP0EstI/AAAAAAAABfo/fchhs3bfags/s400/100_1257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The garden is in full bloom but there are signs that Fall is here. Some of the leaves are fading, the roses are slow to flower and the tomatoes are plentiful. I love this time of year --the temperature is perfect, the holidays are just around the corner and I can just sit back and the garden is established. I tend to dread the slow approach of winter however-the thought of all my beautiful, carefully tended plants breathing their last is always difficult for me. Some just hold their breath til Spring but others are no more. For any overly involved gardener, that's a rough time. I saw this quote today though that put it all into perspective..." &lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/to_be_interested_in_the_changing_seasons_is_a/206659.html"&gt;To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.&lt;/a&gt;” George Santayana ~~~&lt;br /&gt;My desire for this week is to see the beauty and embrace each day. To be content and full of appreciation for this season whatever tomorrow brings.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248509312123674530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SNZzaV12H6I/AAAAAAAABfI/W3EuliMEAWc/s400/100_1247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SNZzm2Mj2lI/AAAAAAAABfw/YV25SmPbyQ4/s1600-h/100_1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248509526967310930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SNZzm2Mj2lI/AAAAAAAABfw/YV25SmPbyQ4/s400/100_1258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SNZznRu0mEI/AAAAAAAABf4/bBSQ7NgiolU/s1600-h/100_1261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248509534358771778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SNZznRu0mEI/AAAAAAAABf4/bBSQ7NgiolU/s400/100_1261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SNZzal6c2MI/AAAAAAAABfQ/yToHnH_wfsg/s1600-h/100_1248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248509316437956802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SNZzal6c2MI/AAAAAAAABfQ/yToHnH_wfsg/s400/100_1248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SNZza466i5I/AAAAAAAABfY/25ANpw2jiPg/s1600-h/100_1254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248509321540176786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SNZza466i5I/AAAAAAAABfY/25ANpw2jiPg/s400/100_1254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SNZzbI0JdvI/AAAAAAAABfg/MpwPYpJ7Sgg/s1600-h/100_1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248509325806761714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SNZzbI0JdvI/AAAAAAAABfg/MpwPYpJ7Sgg/s400/100_1256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358113276734993227-1502150778100343256?l=abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1502150778100343256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358113276734993227&amp;postID=1502150778100343256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/1502150778100343256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358113276734993227/posts/default/1502150778100343256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abqcottagegarden.blogspot.com/2008/09/stepping-out.html' title='Stepping out...'/><author><name>lavendergardener</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315308632104120806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08849550645632436929'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SNZzbP0EstI/AAAAAAAABfo/fchhs3bfags/s72-c/100_1257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358113276734993227.post-520458732864773002</id><published>2008-09-05T08:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:11:57.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quandaries'/><title type='text'>Quandaries...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SMFGm1PDMfI/AAAAAAAABdY/vpZ9BIMikns/s1600-h/100_1230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242549074175144434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SMFGm1PDMfI/AAAAAAAABdY/vpZ9BIMikns/s400/100_1230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SMFGnViG0UI/AAAAAAAABdg/o0OO0yUoHdE/s1600-h/100_1229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242549082845008194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SMFGnViG0UI/AAAAAAAABdg/o0OO0yUoHdE/s400/100_1229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SMFGnppc9bI/AAAAAAAABdo/a4U-IiKKQYs/s1600-h/100_1228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242549088244528562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SMFGnppc9bI/AAAAAAAABdo/a4U-IiKKQYs/s400/100_1228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last spring, I was thrilled to find seeds for lime green zinnias. I bought purple, pink and the lime green ones and planted the seeds very carefully. I had a pattern of color in my head that I just knew was going to be great. Well, nothing happened. Okay, not nothing, but only the purple and pink ones. My vision was not to be. Bummer. Then, all of a sudden this summer- Waa LAA! (Is that how you spell it?) A great lime green zinnia. Okay, Lord, I get it. Wait and You'll do it in your timing. Did I mention that it came up in a completely different area than I planted it? Again, Okay, I get it. Your ways not mine.  Things may look completely different than I had planned but can still be just as beautiful.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SMFGn_OaM6I/AAAAAAAABdw/Y_e9Y16HmH8/s1600-h/100_1233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242549094036681634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SMFGn_OaM6I/AAAAAAAABdw/Y_e9Y16HmH8/s400/100_1233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I see this one. Soooo amazing. The picture doesn't do it justice. It is the only white morning glory with purple stripes. It completely stands out and completely fits in. The purple is the exact same color tone as the Russian Sage it is climbing. You may be asking, Megan, Why are you reading so much into the flowers in your yard? There is a method to my madness. Okay, maybe not a method but a reason. As long as I can remember, God has spoken to my family through flowers. When my Mom lost a dear dear friend a couple years ago, the Lord gave her an incredible hydrangea bloom that this friend knew she wanted. When I was a kid and my precious dog passed away, a single daffodil bloomed above where she was buried the year after she died. I'm not getting all foo foo or anything, but I do believe that God speaks to us in ways that only we can understand. That's how well He knows us and how much He wants us to get what He has to say to us. How incredible is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SMFGn0oPTnI/AAAAAAAABd4/LhEgqdXvToA/s1600-h/100_1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242549091192229490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEpSy1W2XzE/SMFGn0oPTnI/AAAAAAAABd4/LhEgqdXvToA/s400/100_1238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am confused right now. Not upset, not sad, not agitated. Just contemplative. For several years, I've been playing with the idea of foster care. I've always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; that I would adopt some day. I remember as a little girl that some of my dolls were biological children and some joined my doll family through adoption. I'm sure at the time, I'd have probably described that in a much less PC way but you get the picture. I've also worked with kids and families for my whole career so adoption and foster care is not something foreign to me at all. I always assumed that I would meet Mr. Perfect and have babies and adopt some babies and live happily ever after. Well, I do feel like I am in the happily ever after but the first two wishes just haven't materialized. So what's a single girl in her mid 30's to do? I have never been one of those people that think, "Gee, I think it would be great to be a single parent". I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; strongly that children need two parents. But then I see so many kids that don't even have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that know me well, know that the theme verse for the last several years has been, "Wait for the Lord". I have been. Not patiently but willingly. In the last several months, I've been feeling a tug toward foster care-maybe that is my path. I don't want to step for a moment outside God's will for me and I do not want to not step out in faith. 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