Updates may be erratic, but I will try to at least update once every couple weeks. No promises are being made, though. If you notice it's been a while since I've updated, though, you can comment or message me, and hopefully that will get me to work...
I wake up suddenly, and for a moment, I'm not sure why. But then I hear it again. The cry of a nearly 2 week old baby.
Next to me, Percy is still asleep, apparently oblivious to the noise coming from the room next to ours. For a moment, I consider waking him up to go get Calliadne--technically, it is his turn to get up with her anyway--but that wouldn't accomplish anything, really. I'm already awake, and it's--I glance at the clock and sigh--6:25, so not much chance of getting more sleep no matter what I do. Might as well let the one of us that can get a little more sleep. Instead, I whisper "You drool when you sleep," in the doorway and walk into the nursery.
Calliadne stops crying almost as soon as I pick her up. "Hey little one," I say softly. "How about we go get breakfast started?" She blinks her hazel eyes at me and coos in response.
When we get downstairs, I put Callie into her bouncy seat and set it on the kitchen counter. She watches me contentedly as I take a bottle of premixed formula out of the fridge and put it into a bowl of hot water to warm up. "We'll start with your breakfast, Miss Callie."
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(Hey, btw, this is what I meant by bouncy seat. Also, the baby in this picture is actually pretty much like I imagine Callie to look (except that this baby is quite a bit older than Callie is at this point in the story, and this baby's hair isn't quite red enough). Since you can't really see the eye color in this pic, though, think something like this but a little greener:)
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While the bottle warms up, I get started making pancakes. Callie is far too young to laugh, or even smile yet, but I swear she giggles as I add a few drops of blue food coloring to the batter. "They taste better when they're blue," I tell her with a wink. "Apparently."
While I wait for the first pancakes to cook, I find myself staring at the calendar. It's December 23rd, so 12 days ago, Callie came into our lives. Less than two weeks ago, Percy and I were thinking we may not be able to have kids, and now we have a foster daughter.
At the same time, nothing new has been found out about Callie's parents. We've decided to give them another week to come forward, and if they haven't by then, Percy and I will start the process of officially adopting her.
