My (gan)green thumb.

Last year my cute Mom sent me a beautiful plant for mother's day. I truly did my best but I'm afraid it didn't make it. Hence, the title of this post. There's been a few times I've nursed it back to *health* but it's now past the point of all hope. So, it sadly sits in our office dying leaf by leaf onto the floor, waiting for us to pronounce the TOD like on Grey's.

Why would this dead plant be significant enough to blog about?

Because we have a guest coming over this week. A guest that will make a preliminary decision about us and our home. A guest that could look at the plant and draw assumptions on our ability to keep things alive. Why would a guest be thinking of us in that light?

Because she's a social worker.

But, my blogees, she's not a social worker checking on Eliot's progress like in times past. No, we're past our follow up stuff with his case.

We're starting afresh. In our own backyard.

It's time! We're *eventually* adding to our couch. I say eventually because this is a beast of a different nature. We're in process to become certified foster parents with hopes that one of the foster children we accept will become part of our forever family. Until then we may have kiddos that just need a place for a short time, and we're happy to love on them as long as we're allowed.

So, that's our news thats been cooking for quite some time. As long as all goes well, we could be ready by summer. (*Adoption time line alert! "Summertime" could mean April '10 or Dec of next year or anything in between, before or after!)

Thankfully, I'm much more adept with chocolate chips than plants.