Not often. We just got off the phone with the family of my foster daughters. This is the grandparents and their older sister in the midwest. At the end of the call I sent them up to brush hair and teeth, wash faces and hands, and get into their pajamas. I set up the next call with the grandmother and then I come up the back stairs (near their bathroom) only to hear them completely giddy and playing together in the bathroom. It's not a big bathroom--there's JUST enough room in there for the two of them. But it's already 8:30pm and I want them to get to bed. I jokingly yell (over the sound of the fan in the bathroom) "Girls! I'm going to start timing you!". Lena happily yells back "How much time do we have?". I respond "15 minutes!".

I then hear them hurrying each other and laughing and helping each other and laughing. They're happy because they just spoke to their family; but they're happy... and I love it.

Tomorrow we'll try to call their grandmother here.

Right now I've got to get those little buggers to bed, return a call to a fellow foster parent, then make some time for my little peanut. I think he feels a little lost in the shuffle. I'm really grateful that we have one-on-one time two full days/week during the school year. No girls. No daddy. Just me and my peanut. I'm looking forward to alot of days laying on the lawn and dreaming up stories about clouds shaped like dogs. ;)