The next day, we received not one, but two phone calls for emergency placement. We missed calling back for the first (he came from a big tragedy and spoke only Spanish so I’m
kind of relieved very relieved.
3 year old “Thirteen” (I’m calling her Thirteen after the name she gave the baby doll I bought her.) joined us at 8pm Tuesday night. She’s a trip!
Thirteen seems to be an appropriate name given the amount of things she’s witnessed, homes she’s lived in, adults she’s had contact with, and her, ahem, colorful vocabulary. But she has a tiny attention span, terrible table manners, and wants to use Pumpkin’s pacifier. She’s somewhere between 18mo and 18.
She warmed up to Bingo quickly, gives him hugs and kisses (we’re working on “gentle” with the dog and the baby.) Loves baths AND showers and asks to take one more than once a day.
Thankfully, she’s back in half-day kindergarten after missing all of December, because I might only have patience for afternoons!