.....Yes, we're still alive! We've had a whirlwind of a few months and my blogging has suffered because of it. But here I am to update everyone who is waiting with baited breath (all three of you) to see what's been going on with the Wilhelms!
We still have our sweet little 2 year old boy with us that we've had since March. He's DEFINITELY comfortable with our family and has decided to start showing us his silly, ornery side along with letting his "terrible twos" come out. His favorite word is NO and he likes to color on walls, doors, tables, couches....you know....anything EXCEPT paper! He is OBSESSED with sports balls of any kind and is devastated every day when we make him change his socks and take his coat off. He thinks it's HILARIOUS to toot on anybody he can get to and laughs so hard when we tell him not to pick his nose because it's gross (typical boy). He's just so funny! I don't know HOW a 2 year old can be sarcastic already, but he totally is.
Just a few days ago, his newborn brother came into care as well. While we are so glad to be able to provide a safe place for him and he is the CUTEST, squishiest little guy, I am hurting for the boys' mom and praying things turn around quickly for her. Please join me in that prayer! While foster care is amazing in so many ways, it is equally sad and overwhelming in others.
We were unsure about taking a newborn because we feel like we're old and we really like sleep and we had NO idea who we could find to take care of a newborn while we work, but God provided a daycare, our family and friends have provided clothes, formula and everything else we could need and we've even gotten a few hours of sleep each night :) His sweet little smiles and his little dimple make up for the all-night grunts and poop explosions.
All of the kids love having a baby in the house and I especially love that the 2 year old gets his biological sibling with him. He is LOVING "helping" feed him and bringing me diapers for him and anything else he can do. It's very sweet and I'm glad they get to be together! My older two are the absolute BEST helpers and have done so much to make the transition easier.
So here we are....unexpectedly back to being a party of 6, driving the hot-mess express and walking around like sleep-deprived zombies. If you see my dirt-covered Tahoe screeching into the school parking lot at 8:14am and me shoving my half-dressed kids out the door so they're not "technically late" while empty water bottles and cracker wrappers fall out the door behind them, please just throw up the Katniss Everdeen 3-fingered salute and pray for the odds to be ever in my favor!
