Girls clothes up to the attic and boys clothes come down.....

So I was intending this week to write a blog about Izzie turning 2 or our eventful week of the first broken bone of our children, but then we were thrown back into this journey. Before I dive back into this whole thing let me go back 6 days.
We celebrated Izzie's 2nd birthday last weekend. We didn't throw a big party, but all that girl was pumped about was the cake. She sat at the table staring at her cake for probably an hour. It was so cute. Izzie is seriously the funnest two year old I know. She is very independent and loves her siblings. I am waiting for the stinker to come out like it did with her sister, but so far I just am loving watching her dance, build and play with the kids on the street. I can't wait to see how the Lord uses this sweet little girl that is growing up right before my eyes. 

Then Thursday rolls around. Today was appointment day. I was dreading it. 

Dentist- 10:00 Allie

Dentist - 10:30 Jake

Ortho appt- 1:30 (directly during the nap times of my two youngest)

Off to the dentist we go. This will be Jakes first dentist appointment so I was unsure of how he would react to the whole thing. Thankfully Allie went first. I get Jake set up in the corner with a school workbook, izzie on a chair with my photos on my iPhone. Allie got cleaned. 

Jakes turn. He goes to the next chair, Allie gets set up in her chair with a workbook and Izzie starts to walk back and forth to their chairs. Jake was a trooper. He got his X-rays, teeth cleaned without making any fuss, as if he had done it 10 times already in his life. Deep sigh of relief from me. 

We walk out of the dentist office without anyone crying, pulling on cords they weren't supposed to, or refusing said dental work. Score. 

We of course had to make our way to starbucks next door for a celebratory hot chocolate and milk steamer, but it couldn't of happened without one of them dropping them on the way out making us have to get back in the line to get another one (thankfully they gave it to us for free). 

I'm looking at the clock and we have one more errand to run before the ortho appt. I'm realizing I didn't pack lunches and now we have no time to return home. I start off for my new favorite lunch spot for sandwiches when Izzie falls asleep in the car. Chick Fil A drive thru it is. We rush to doctors appointment I unload the kids, wake up izzie and walk into office. "Oh ma'am this isn't the right doctors office. You need to drive down the road.....". Load. Back in the car. Drive. Unload. Enter doctors office 5 min late. 

As you read monday was court day, but what also happened was Allie broke her arm falling off her skateboard. She has been such a rockstar through the whole thing. Actually she said to me today. "Mom I really like having a broken arm because everyone keeps asking me how I'm doing and its kinda fun having people care about me". I hear ya girl we all love to know that we are cared. She has been in a soft cast until now. Today was hard cast day. Rob and I have been selling hard casts to her like crazy, since we are going on a week beach vacation on Sunday and were not wanting her to be sad about how annoying it was going to be in the pool and on the beach in a cast. We arrive to the orthopedic doctor and find out that they have these new cast/brace things that they mold to your arm and can be removed and worn in the water! Seriously a gift from God in my book. Allie then looks at me with her sad eyes and says "mom I really want the cast that my friends can sign". Oye. This girl doesn't get the negatives of the cast since we have been selling her on all the GREAT things. Well now we are in a pickle. I look at the doctor with the, listen here doc we need this amazing new thing you are offering but we need to sell it hard. He looks at Allie and says "Oh you know what? My friend had one of these and you can buy these cool silver pens and your friends can still sign it AND then you can have it when you are done!" SOLD. 

Is this not so cool? So heres my brave girl who never flinched or batted an eye when they manipulated her broken wrist. The mama left one happy lady. 

So its now 3:30. Jake and Izzie are so over playing Eye Spy in every doctors office we come to. Me? I'm starving. I have yet to eat my lunch and I am not one that does well hungry. I knew we were hitting our limits. 

We walk out to the car load up and I look back at my kids surprised at how easy the day had gone. 

3:50 - We head home, walk in the door, unload our junk and I head to the table to eat the salad that has been waiting in my car since 12. Allie is begging me to do this craft I had promised all day. Exact words "Allie as soon as I finish this I promise I will pull everything out and we will craft the rest of the day." Well people never promise anything. Hear me? Anything. I take one bite into my sandwich and I see that I had a missed call/voicemail. I listen to it. "Hello Ms. B****, We have a 2 day old baby boy waiting here in the office and we are really looking for a home for him. Can you call me back and let me know if you can take him. Thank you". 

Flood of emotions ride through me. Another baby? We leave sunday for a week vacation, where would he stay? Are we ready yet? Could this day get any busier? Okay Lord what are we to do? 

I call up Rob as I always do and explain to him and remind him that we may have a friend (an awesome one at that) that would maybe, possibly, take him for the week since she is also a foster mama, but I have to check with her. His response, "yeah sounds good". yikes. 

You see I really didn't think it would work with this vacation coming up and my friend being as busy as she is, but after talking with her, and her talking with her hubby they accepted! 

4:00 I called worker back and said we would love to have him. 

I look at Allie and tell her I'm so sorry, but we actually have to pick up a little because a new baby is coming. She didn't act mad or frustrated just said ok mom and started helping to pick up. My heart wanted to burst.

4:30 - worker called, 'can you actually come pick him up at the office?' my thoughts.. really you want me to load up my three kids that already have been drug around town all day? perfect. alrighty lets go. 

5:00- we arrive at DSS and wait in the parking lot for baby boy. I start praying to have my heart ready and willing to start loving on this boy. 

 Kids are pumped because I surprised them with putting a movie on in the car. 

We had been sitting for about 10 min when Izzie recognizes where we are. The last time we were here it was for baby Joys visit with mom. She starts looking all excited and goes "P here! P here!" A name she called baby joy by. No No I tell her she's not here we have a new baby to love. The longer we wait she says "come baby P, come come." My heart is so sad. 

About 20 minutes later worker comes and hands me new baby boy. We strap him in, sign papers and off we go. Izzie looks over at baby "baby P!" No little lady not the same baby... 

 6:30 we finally are home no dinner yet for the kids, yet not one complaint from anyone. we had dinner, fed baby, and tucked our three in bed. 

I finally sat down to take a breath and snuggle this bundle. 

Ok Lord I hear you it doesn't matter how busy I feel You make me able to push through and do more. As I look at this beautiful chunky cheeked little boy I'll be honest it makes me long for baby joy and opens up wounds that were little by little started to heal. I look at him and makes me wonder about her, but I want to be able to love him fully as I did her so I start to pray. Pray for a new heart, an open heart. One thats willing to cry and be torn over because thats what he deserves. Someone to fight for him and to love him as hard and deep as they can.
I lay here in bed looking at the bassinet that only stayed empty for 3 nights that is now filled with a new life, a new sweet breathing, squeaking little boy and I am thankful, overwhelmed, excited, scared, filled, heart broken and everything in between.
Round two. Lets do this.