snuggle time

As foster parents, we were not allowed to sleep with our child.  I broke that rule once when we were traveling and there was two double beds.  So my husband took one bed and T and I took the other.  I always day dreamed about snuggling with my child while falling asleep.  Well,  most of the night I had tiny feet in my back, in my face.  I had no blankets and slept on a sliver on the bed.  The next morning I looked at my husband and said I didn't sleep at all and he said I guess the day dream wasn't everything It was cracked up to be.  Now that T is our son, I cherish falling asleep with him at naptime and reading and snuggling with him at night while he falls asleep. I love to watch him sleep, his breathing, the way his little body twitches and how he snore.  We fall asleep sometimes holding hands.  He will hold my face in his hands and say-"mommy, stop talking its time to sleep.  I know that these days are limited and I am enjoying every minute of it.
It has almost been two months since the adoption went through.  I am trying to reclaim balance in my life and that includes doing altered art again.  I realize that the amount of time I spent looking at other's art was a true form of escape.  I am ready to get glue under my nails and scraps all over the floor.

A baby book

Well, since T came to us at the age of three and half, our baby book is a complicated item to create. We have some pictures of his birth parents and T when he was a baby, about three months old but much of his life is a mystery. I think that is why during the first several months we had T for, when we weren't sure if he would be staying, we tried to provide him with a variety of positive experiences and took tons of pictures.