Bananas Foster

So far, foster care seems to be rather like the dessert that shares it's name.  It's a bit like playing with fire; there is definitely a possibility of getting burned and ending up with a big, hot mess.  You must be a little crazy, bananas even, to get involved in something so sticky and easily flammable.  But, then again, it is extremely sweet.
We have two more little Bananas with us this week, a one and a three year old.  Doubling our number of children in an instant means scrambling over some learning curves pretty quick!  J and I are certainly getting a good sleepless-night bootcamp for when Mister joins us. And I'm fairly certain that in a just world all foster parents would be given a steam-cleaner upon certification.
But so far we have had the huge honor of getting to love and cuddle four seriously adorable babies, and the interaction between them and our Littles has been fun to witness.  Little One is like a happy mother hen, tucking each one under Her wing.  Missy is defending Her position as the Family Baby with a sword, some nunchucks, and a potato gun full of rabid piranhas.  But having a lovely time with our new friends, you know, other than that. 
I can't say there haven't been any messes made.  But J and I have always had a sweet tooth, and so far we haven't burned the house down. So I'd say it's going well overall.