so, it's official. our foster son, monkey, is walking like a crazy person. actually, he is walking like any normal person would, and that's the problem. (not really). he's only been here 2 months and he's doing so much more than when he came.
when he arrived here at the marge mansion, he was so behind. but now he's well-nourished, cruising, crawling, babbling, signing, blowing kisses, panting like a dog when he sees the dogs... and walking. my baby who is not officially "my" baby is walking. i know most children eventually learn how to walk, but as a parent, doesn't it feel like you've arrived? like you've accomplished the unimaginable? my oldest, gabe, would say "you're the bomb-dizzle. fo-shizzle." by the way, he's a cutie too. who knew at 3 years old, you could conquer the world?
this blog was created to chronicle our life, but also to keep an account of the process of fostering. who knows where it will lead. but when it's all said and done, i can look back and say it wasn't just my imagination. he grew. he thrived. and we love every minute of it.