My boys are fine for pictures of the early days of their adoption going online. I don’t mind as they are completely unrecognisable now and they love to look through some of them. I will always regret not having a decent camera when they were little and always being so busy that I rarely found time to take any pictures.
The kids arrived and we just got on with it. They were foster children as a last minute favour placement while we looked for our own family children and we thought they would be moving on. They settled in really quickly and just took over. When social services and the courts decided they were to go up for adoption, it just didn’t seem right to ask them to move on.
It took the dog a while to adjust and I love the picture of her sizing up the noisy thing in front of her. They used to cuddle up with the little one fast asleep in her stomach and I so wish I had managed to get some pictures of that.
There’s not much difference here is there? How much effort does it take to use the spare room for a cat before the kids arrived, and then sleep anywhere you drop once the kids arrive.
Those were the days that the animals were young, fit and healthy.
And the last time that mum was a fit healthy gym bunny with plenty time on her hands that evaporated with the arrival of the boys. I have no photos of me at the moment and I hate meeting people who knew me a few years ago. I look nothing like this now, but you won’t see a pic of me online 🙂
The early days when we had a party with sweet treats, before the days we knew they were laden with bad stuff that send you bananas. Yes, I know that colour is well out of date, those walls are almost white now and the wrecked table and chairs saw the skip long ago.
What that sugar rush led to.
