An Hour After "The Return"

The innocence of a child is a wonderful thing, especially when it benefits me.

Why, just this afternoon Kayla had to correct me when I said she was going to her mom’s home later on. “No,” she said. “We’re going to Heather’s house.”

“Oh, are you at your mom and daddy’s house now?” I asked.

“Yes,” both she and Christopher replied, loudly.

Aaaah, gotta love it.

If only Heather knew, right??

I made some shoes for Kayla and tapped them to the wall so that Kayla knows what shoe goes on what foot, and also made her a nice red hand so that she can learn which hand is her right hand. She really liked that and called it to my attention when she was putting on her shoes to go back. She made it a bigt production, making sure I helped her put her shoes on the wall, and making sure they matched. It was awesome.

Christopher, just like Kayla, is starting to make a big production of things when I’m helping him. It seems like every time one kid is getting attention the other one is screaming for it also. It leads me to believe that when they’re at home they don’t get any attention at all considering how they’re fighting each other for it when they’re here. Between J and I we can’t seem to keep up. The kids ask for something and are surprised when they get it, or if we say no they’re not exactly crushed, but expect it as though that’s all they ever hear.

Just this morning when J took Christopher to get a picture of his school Kayla went into the bedroom to watch Dora as if she’s used to being completely alone and in a room watching TV. I was a bit surprised, actually. She didn’t say a word, just closed the door as if it were expected.

When I opened the door and joined her, she seemed surprised and asked what I wanted. When I said I just wanted to watch Dora with her she grinned real big and started playing. We ended up playing until J and Christopher got home.

It’s just weird how things are going, and the things that I’m seeing. I don’t like what I see, but I’m powerless to stop it. What option do I have but to let them go back to their mother and be neglected?