Yep, that's me. I haven't written in here for over a week. Bad Mommy ;)
Today was our new guy's first visit with the bio Mom. It went as well as can be expected. Tomorrow we get to meet Dad. Yippee. I guess we're going to be alternating weeks, so he'll have one visit a week. I shutter to think about what will happen when the reunification caseworker gets into the picture. He already has two TSS's, one mobile therapist, one behavior specialist, one physical therapist, one speech therapist, and from what we can count -- three caseworkers. This is one expensive child!
Things are going well. He is making improvements here, from what we've been told. Of course, we have nothing to compare it to. But we'll take the compliments.
Next week the agency is checking out the potential kinship (i.e. family) placement. I'm crossing my fingers that there will be some red flag that comes up that indicates that he can't live there. But until then, we'll just have to bide our time. He'll be with us for at least a couple more weeks. If this family thing doesn't work out, then we'll be taking care of him for at least six months. I finally broke down and bought the wagon. That will help get us out and about, though I think tomorrow we'll be driving up to the toddler playground! That's one steep hill to get up with a kid in tow!
These are some of the better days of being a foster parent. Let's just hope there are plenty of them to keep me going. I will be heartbroken if he's got to go. But let's not think of that just now. We'll just be happy for the two weeks we've had so far and take it a day at a time. That's all a foster parent can do.
On a cute note, my husband stepped up to the plate and took care of tonight's duties. This gave me a chance to get some work done on the computer (I work from home, but haven't accomplished much the past couple weeks--can't imagine why). He took the little guy out to get our fishing licenses and then gave him a bath and put him to bed. He got to bed a little late and didn't get his teeth brushed or get a bedtime story, but there are worse things in life. My husband said he needed a checklist so he wouldn't forget (to his credit, he was the one that realized what he had missed--I didn't have to quiz him). I can certainly do a little checklist. In fact, we're getting the scheduling icons soon, I hear :) Fun!