Poop, Pandemonium & Parenting

If you think foster parenting is all lullabies and angelic smiles… bless your heart.
Our mornings look more like a sitcom written by someone who clearly has no idea what sleep is.
Picture this: a newborn ninjaing across the diaper-changing table, a 7-year-old who insists socks are optional, and a pig judging everything from the couch.
Welcome to Poop, Pandemonium & Parenting.

By 8:15 AM, I’ve already cleaned up a diaper explosion that could qualify as a biohazard, refereed a sibling squabble over the last pancake, and discovered that the Collector (aka husband) has added *something* new to his “I might need this someday” pile.
And somehow, the baby is laughing through all of it.

Tiny Triumphs

The victories are small but mighty. The newborn smiled. The 7-year-old folded laundry without launching it across the room.
And somehow, we convinced the Collector to finally toss those 37-year-old camping maps.
Chaos + grace. It works, even if barely.

Unexpected Humor

Foster life is part heart-stopping, part comedy.
Like when a diaper blowout turns into an impromptu cat bath, or when the baby laughs at the Collector giving a lecture on the “importance of keeping everything forever.”
You can’t make this stuff up.

Why We Do It

Through the mess, the laughter, the tears, and yes, the pig on the couch — we do it because every child deserves love, attention, and a home where their story matters.
And let’s be honest: life would be boring without all this chaos.

Foster parenting: messy, unpredictable, hilarious, and worth every single moment.