I have mentioned that we have a girl that is a foster family that we had taken in. They had spent the weekend with us many times, but went to their other foster home during the week. She had always told us some things that she didn't like about her foster mom, but she had lived there. This past weekend, her social worker had her move in with us. I was pretty excited. Since my sister is away at college, I'm the only kid at home so I spend a lot of time out with my friends. But now, there is another 17 year old girl, an 19 month old, and a 3 month old at my house. In two days our house went from calm to crazy. It's not a bad crazy. I can definately get used to the baby falling asleep in my arms. I have always wanted a younger brother or sister, but they work just fine. They are the cutest little boys ever.
We went to get her around noon on Saturday, and she was so excited when we got there. We decided we needed to be professional movers because we fit 3 peoples things into the back of a truck, and there was a lot! Tons of diapers, clothes, more diapers, a stroller, and lots of toys. We got her moved into my sisters old room. Between the baby lotion that my mom had and what she had, we ended up with 8 bottles... so I think we are good on that for a while!
I really am looking forward to us hanging out. There is just one thing that bothers me. I feel REALLY bad about leaving her at home to go hang out with my friends. But everyone keeps reminding me that she does have 2 kids to take care of. I just wish she could still have the freedom that I do to be a teenager.
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