Foster Further

 This all just happened so I'm writing while the details are fresh in my mind.  I had to take one of the older boys to visit a school. It was a last minute thing and James, who's going through a mommy-love phase, was upset. I said he could come with me which sent the girls, Jane and Kate, into an anxiety spiral about being left behind. I promised that when I got back I'd take them out next.  Two hours later I'm back and, as promised, I load the girls up to get their bangs cut. Normally it's something I do but this was an excuse to go do a special girly thing. After their haircuts we went to walk around the mall.  Walking in the mall: Jane becomes increasingly over-stimulated. She can't keep track of where she's going and is constantly walking into people or objects. She begins hopping and flapping when we walk by stores with lots of colors or objects she likes (e.g. Victoria Secrets, but that's a whole other post). Her speech is high and squeaky or freak...

 It's been two weeks of nonstop turmoil and major decisions on a national scale and within our own home. I'm still mentally adjusting to the new no-contact policy we'll have towards birth family. So much to say--none of which  have the energy to recapture here.  Instead, I have a completely rude observation to make that will only be detrimental to my future parenting and which I should excise from my thoughts immediately.  You know that annoying sitcom TV character sidekick whose only function is to cheer on the lead character? You know how in tween shows (Full House, Saved By the Bell--from back in my era) that person was completely annoying? They wore a vapid look and made overly-enthusiastic comments once per minute in a squeaky voice? Think Kimmy or Screech.  That's Jane.  Imagine you're putting out a snack which you do every single day and it's the same old snack they've had, literally, hundreds of times before, e.g. grapes, apple slices, pretzels. Ima...