Is this the calm before the storm?

Little one has now spent two nights with us.  Both nights were fraught with tears come bedtime.  Last night was worse than the night before, 40 minutes of throat-scratching, ear-shattering, choking-inducing screaming.  But, finally, she drifted off.  Despite the drama getting to bed, Little One slept through the night both nights and we actually had to go in a wake her up at 8.30am each morning otherwise she would have slept longer.  That has got to be a good sign, hasn't it??

Little One and daddy are now registered at the same doctor as me.  We had the usual, people looking at the three of us and wondering who's who and what's what.

We've been meeting more friends and neighbours (with loads more waiting their turn) and Little One seems to be coping really well.  We haven't had any tantrums, other than bedtime, and no crying for her foster family.  When you go through the adoption process you hear so many horror stories about what to expect, thankfully we have not experienced any of this, not yet anyway.  If it does come our way we are prepared but if not, happy days.

It's very cold and snowing outside so we're limited to some of the activities we can get up to, although we have sampled the local library and softplay centre.  At the moment we are having fun, learning more about Little One's little quirks and bad habits. We've had some right belly laughs watching her.  I can't wait for us to all grow together.