I was looking back on my blog and I realized I never posted pictures of our Easter eggs. This might possibly be because we didn't actually make them until a week after Easter, but you need pictures, anyway.
The kids colored the eggs and then picket out
temporary tattoos to decorate them.
I think we'll use the tattoo idea again. They were a little tricky to get on the curve of the egg, but generally it was a pretty easy way to make them extra fun for the kids.
I've had a lot of people sympathize with me over the struggles of falling in love with a child in my care and then having to give them up. Many have told me that they could never be foster parents because of this.
But giving a child back to a family who has worked hard to prove that they can provide a safe home for that child is not what I consider the hardest part of my job. Truthfully, I feel like that part was a piece of cake. I had a good cry and now I'm ok.
The hardest part is hearing about a little girl who has been sexually abused. Reading about how they moved her to a relative's house and there she was abused again. So she was moved to a foster home and a foster sibling was abusive. So they need a home for this little girl and her younger brother. Most of the resource families are full can someone take her in?
And I can't. That's the hardest thing about being a foster parent.
We got some big cupcakes from Costco. The ones that are each the size of four cupcakes. I cut them in half, which resulted in the frosting being on the side. This was apparently not good enough for Liam, who threw a tantrum. When I tried to show him how I scooped a little frosting with my fork before eating from the cakey side, it made things much worse and we went from fussing/crying to screaming/flailing.
This is so confusing to me. I didn't even realize that it was possible to be unhappy while eating a yummy cupcake.