8/13/05

Today, my Aunt brought over her kids. I love those kids, so much. Just seeing them grow, is so rewarding. I remember when we first got them. (There foster childern) And, Baby Tru was so tiny at 9 pounds, when he was 6 monthes, and he had to have a bottle every 3 hours. Then he got stronger, and started crawling around, and now he can stand up by himself, and kinda walk. He takes just a step, then sits back down. I almost cried when I saw him stand up all by himself. And Nation, He was just so quiet, and so reserved. He bearly ever spoke, and I remember sitting with him trying to get him to say anything, just one word. And now he doesn’t stop talking and telling you stuff. When he says "Owie’ I just swell with pride, because I taught him that word. And, I taught him to say my name, even though he doesn’t say it right. It’s Annie, not Nannie. But it’s still so adorable. And, Imagine. She just..is so brave now, It took me so long to coax her to go down this little tiny slide at the park. And, now she’s running around going down every single slide all by herself. And she even get’s all offended when I ask if she want’s me to go with her. And, she can get dressed all by herself now. And she can even shop by herself. My aunt started her out early. She loves pink, everthing has has has to be pink. And, when she turned three a couple weeks ago. How she proudly tells everyone that she is not two anymore "I’m this many!’ and she holds up four fingers. (But she’s three. She can’t seem to get her pinky to go down to well.) I just wish I could be there more, and watch them grow. Even though I am. They are the only thing really that makes me forget about how much I miss Jo. *Sigh* I just love those kids soo much. It just makes me want to cry that, they might have to go back to their family. I don’t know what I would do..