By the summer of 1995 it had calmed down a lot. The trips to the hospital were in the past and the trips to the prosthetics office were frequent. Trying to fit Mac with yet another leg. But life went on. The kids played, swam and just had a great summer. According to the State of Michigan foster care guidelines, a foster home could have no more than 8 children under the age of 17. So we couldn't take anymore kids for a while. No problem, I had enough on my plate, or so I thought.
Erik played hockey for the high school team. One day around the first part of August we got a call from a coordinator who finds host families for foreign exchange students. He wanted to know if we would be interested in hosting a 17 year old boy from Sweden. He was a hockey player, a goalie. We talked it over, asked the kids what they thought. Everyone agreed. So mid August Martin came to spend the school year with us. What a nice boy with a great sense of humor, and one heck of a hockey player. It was a great experience for not only Martin but all the kids as well. The year went great and in the summer of 96 his parents came over to meet us and take their boy back home. We were sad to see him go, but we had a friend for life.
Around that same time our adoptions for all the girls were in the final stages. Shannon and Logan's would be right after the first of the year and Lyndsay and McKayla's would follow a few months later. All of our children were under 17 so we were done. To us 8 was enough. So I got my laundry in order, well kinda. I decided the older kids could do their own downstairs. Ha, you thought I told them they really had to do it. So I did get a lot of exercise running up and down the stairs. I tried really hard to keep the pile low, but with 8 kids, it was impossible.
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