Quick post to give you an update. We have recovered from the drama that was the beginning of this month.
We had the opportunity this weekend to do Respite Care for two boys ages 10 and 11. Respite is the foster care word for giving foster parents a break. It’s also a word meaning “Scott and Kelly get to borrow children to do cool things with that we might look weird doing without children.” Really, foster parents take on a lot when they take children into their home, so the agency says you get two weekends off a month and we (the agency) will find childcare for you (oh and pay the childcare givers).
So we had these boys for a couple hours last month and then all weekend this month. WE HAD A BALL.
- - We played Lego Batman 2 on the Xbox. FYI: we do that even without children; that’s how cool we are [Scott's note: "Cool" seems like such a strong word].
- - We made a fire in our fire pit and roasted marshmallows and hot dogs.
- - We tried to blow up a bar of soap in our microwave. FYI: Don’t trust a 10 year old when he says it turns into a fluffy cloud. Maybe we had the wrong kind of soap. The house smelled like burned soap for several hours.
- - We read stories. We played with real Legos.
- - One of the boys took a “shower” outside under the water hose. The water was really cold. They other said he would prefer a bubble bath inside with warm water please and thank you.
- - We went swimming at my mom’s house.
- - They tried to teach me how to throw a football. FYI: I’m not so good at that. But Gwen Dogg is really good at catching the football and hiding it in the bushes.
- - We had French toast one morning – they didn’t know it could be homemade.
- - We ate a whole box of Froot Loops in one sitting.
- - We had mint chocolate chip ice cream.
- - We taste-test Oreo Cookies vs. the Target brand – thanks Heather!
We were really touched by how loving and polite these two boys were. They said “Yes Ma’am” and “Yes Sir.” They gave hugs and even asked about Jesus. They put their dishes in the dishwasher. They didn’t interrupt when adults were having conversations. The boys had tons of questions and were so excited to do everything.
When we explained that our little dog Mr. Tumnus is “a bad dog” because he begs for food from the table, chases cats, and sometimes potties in the house, they replied, “He is not a bad dog; he just makes bad choices.” Later that night that same boy was scolding Tumnus for not adhering to their “bargain.” Tumnus was only supposed to eat the outside of the hotdog that got burned over the fire and leave the inside for him. I told them not to trust a dog’s bargain. I think Tumnus ate at least 3 hotdogs, chips, and a cheese stick that night.
We discussed multiple times that eating grape seeds would not cause grapes to grow in your stomach, unless maybe you ate some dirt and a Starburst.
We discussed that despite what Jim said there are NOT sharks in the swimming pool.
It was a great weekend. Maybe next time we can borrow girls and go see Disney Princesses on Ice!