Well, we're preparing the boys to leave. They will be going to their grandparents either tomorrow or Wednesday. I am praying it's a good situation for them, there are so many signs of neglect with these little ones, but I'm keeping the faith that things will be better where they're going. They are NOT going to move J's foster daughter, their sister, yet. Hopefully they won't at all. At the very least they will be transitioning her over a long period of time so she will know them.

As hard as it is to not know where they are going or how they will be, I must be honest to say that I'm not going to miss the long nights, sore sore arms, crying and arching of the back trying to feed a bottle, etc. Maybe God was using this "visit" as a way to show me that I don't "need" an infant. It was different when I had Braeden and he was my only one. Having the other kids, especially Liam, who need so much attention as it is, makes it very difficult with a little one who is in such need of a routine, attention, etc. Maybe if it was a newborn right from the hospital it would be different, but then again, maybe I'm meant for older children who have a harder time finding homes.