**let me give you a little history on this one. I have been with my Mr since 2006. I met his bio-dad for the First. Time. Ever. When we picked them up on Saturday. Five days ago. With him was his wife of a handful-of-months. He was married to her briefly back in 94. I have never met her either.
When I first brought them in they were at the green stage.
Not quite good enough to eat.
They were quiet, feeling out their surroundings.
Trying to chameleon into the setting.
Within a few minutes, hours, and/or days they hit the yellow stage.
Fitting in nicely.
Tra la la la la.
Manners are used.
Helping is done. What? Shall I voluntarily clean the dishes after my breakfast meal?
Let me sit on the couch and be sociable with my new found daughter in law and son!
Hugs! Big Air Kisses! Muaaah!
Cutesie terms were used frequently (from THEM, NOT By US) like "Daddy Brad" and "Ma"
It's been five days and the brownish discolored stage is settling in.
Yesterday they locked themselves in their room from 8am to 8pm.
Came out long enough to eat the meals Mr made for us and rush straight back into their room behind closed doors.
They're getting a little antsy
And they just came back from househunting and are hoping to be moved to town here on the 1st.
The smelly rotten stage just settled in....
(Mr says for me not to worry, though. It's one thing to Dream about moving from S. Cali to N. Oregon. It's another thing to actually come up with the $$ and do it.
Please be right, Mr. Please)