Counting Chickens

Some times, during the journey, it's hard not to count your chickens before they hatch. You start planning your life - move here, buy this house, find that job, take the trip of a lifetime... and then you remember that you moving would be a huge paperwork pain in the &$%, a new job would just add more stress and how many tickets would you need for the trip?!!? And then you (I) get annoyed at the insecurity of this whole process. I know why it's like this and on an intellectual level somewhat understand it's need to be so, but it's still annoying!



Paperwork has been filed on the cuddler's biological parents. It may be a few months before the first court date and there is expected to be a fight or not... there are extenuating circumstances that could make it blow either way. In the meantime, the cuddler is chattering away and growing like a weed. He's finally figured out what to do with the train tracks and the trucks and cooks up a mean wooden steak with white onion. All the bottles were bagged up last week and we're pondering when to get him a toddler bed. (He's been attempting "crib break-outs" in the morning) He's getting older and more bonded to our family. I worry about what would happen if he was to return 'home'. Would he wonder why 'mommy' isn't there and where she is and where is Lala and Keavy and why isn't he going to the 'home' he's known longer than any other? Would he suffer pretty severe emotional repercussions? I worry more as each month goes by.