Boys, that is.
I am seriously out-numbered.
John is upstairs as I type, asleep in his bed. This is the second weekend he has spent with us and we can already see that he is getting more comfortable with us and relaxing a little bit. We took him shopping this evening for bedding for his room. It was fun letting him pick out the stuff that he liked and getting to know him a little better.
He is 16 years old and has been in foster care for six years. This is the sixth home he has been in and we plan on it being the last.
Tonight, he called me Mom.