A Little Denial

...goes a long way.

My brain is ignoring the calendar on the wall. The one that, if all goes according to plan, has four more weeks till my kiddos leave.

The thing is that we are having so much fun lately. Everyone has loosened up. Curly is laughing and not planning every minute of the day. Sister has declared herself a "big girl" and is trying all sorts of new tricks. Both LOVE "the baby," even though I am pretty sure the 2 year old "baby" would argue that term if he had the words.

Curly, not knowing this move is as soon as it is, is so excited to plan summer camp (he'll get to go for 2 weeks), a trip to Sea World with our new friend (but we have no weekends left together), and craft nights being introduced at story hour (we'll get to make a couple). It's taken six months of hard work to get the balance that is feeling safe and happy in a foster home even though you really still want to live with your mom and dad. A balance that will be jostled in the next few weeks until the bunk beds are empty again.

Until then, we are planning on enjoying every bit of the sprinkler in the yard, the Easter candy that remains, the "list making" of games that we play at dinner time to share with Mom and Dad, and forgetting that we will soon have packing to do.