Introductions - Day 3

This morning was emotional! Daddy and I met Little One's paternal grandfather, we had no idea what to expect.  I supposed on the inside we didn't want to like or have any sympathy for him but when it came down to it this man was still grieving for the loss of his much loved granddaughter and still upset and hurt that his own flesh and blood wasn't strong enough to keep hold of her.  He spoke with love and passion and pain.  My heart was in my throat.  He loves Little One very much and we will make sure that she will always know that.

We arrived at Little One's foster home just before noon and found her watching her favourite, Mickey Mouse.  She was happy to see us and straight away involved us in her viewing pleasure.  She seems so comfortable with us now that it almost feels like we've known her a lot longer than we have.  Even her foster parents say that they are comforted by seeing how at ease she is with us.  Happy days!

The highlight of today has to be the bath and bed routine.  Little One couldn't wait to get into the bath.  She couldn't get her clothes of quick enough.  We had fun splashing about in the bath (obviously Daddy and I weren't in the bath).  I washed her hair as she played and grinned all the way through it.  She didn't even want to get out.  Daddy and I dried her off, got her into her jim-jams, oiled her lovely little ringlets and watched her run off giggling!  She is such a happy child.

That was until it came to dinner time.  Little One was quite tired by this point and refused to eat any of her food.  Daddy and I took the softly softly approach which clearly was never going to work.  It took foster dad to get her eating.  Lesson learned!

Bedtime was amazing.  We thought she'd never settle as she'd be to excited with us there.
At 7.30 on the dot we took her up for a wee, brushed her teeth and took her to her room.  We peeled back the covers and I placed her in her bed.  She didn't move.  I put the covers over her and tucked her in.  She still didn't move.  I kissed her goodnight and then Daddy kissed her goodnight.  She still didn't move.  We turned out the light and closed the bedroom door and that was it.  No tantrums, no calling out, no getting out of bed, no nothing!  If this is what the future holds we are going to be the luckiest parents in the world.

Tomorrow - Little One comes home for the first time (and meets the dog!)