Less than 4 months later a friend of mine Nancy W. who was social worker with DHS asked if we could take a couple of sister. They were already in a foster home but the family decided they wanted the girls moved. So we said yes, heck when you have 4 what's 2 more. Evidently I wasn't thinking too clearly on that day. Six kids in a 900 square foot house, I must of hit my head on the washer door. So on March 15,1994 two little blond girls walked into our lives. Keeley and Logan were their names and Keeley was a force to be reckoned with. As she came into the house, the first words she said were, "You can't hit me, my mom said and I'm gonna tell". I thought to myself, no wonder the other family wanted them to leave. Man what a brat, what the hell did I get myself into? But the only hitting we soon learned was by Keeley. Slapping, punching and kicking if you got in her way. That was until she went up to Heidi and decided a punch in the stomach was in order. Heidi being the original baby and feeling like her life was being invaded by all these brats as she put it, let go with a punch of her own. That, for some reason caused Keeley to calm down. Her anger subsided a little and life went on. And my pile was getting higher, 2 steps closer toward the top.
But now we needed to look for a larger house. Our perfect little started home was getting smaller by the child. So we listed our home and the search was on.
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