Well, we’ve been “handed off” to the Adoption “arm” of Social Services. I understand that this is the final stage of the adoption process. However, “stage” is some what of a misleading term. We have been told that it should take only another one-hundred eighty days to complete this process.
Tomorrow morning I have to take the kids to see a psychologist. I think this is part of the fact gathering process. Since we are adopting them from the State we will eventually negotiate a monthly stipend for each child. It was a bit amusing (a couple of months ago) when the first adoption lady came for the initial home visit. She took pictures of the children’s rooms, the kids our home, etc.. Then she tells us a bit about the process (they make it all sound so easy, haha). She says to us, “Now understand, that this will be a negotiation and we will begin at $0.00.” So I replied, “Well, I understand that this will be a negotiation and we will start at $1 million per child per month”. She laughed, we laughed. Then without thinking what she was saying says, “Well, that seems a bit high maybe we could meet in the middle somewhere.” GREAT!! I said. Deal. All of us laughing. hahaha
Then she lets us know that the fire department will come by to do an inspection and that we have to have a written escape plan. (you know, like the ones on the back of the doors in hotels). She also lets us know that the Department of Health and Environmental Control will come by.
So I went down to the Fire Chief’s office and met with the guy to find out what they will be looking for. Smoke alarms in each child’s room and a fire extinguisher mounted on the wall (both up stairs and down stairs). No smoke alarms required in our room (we can burn to death). So we’ve gotten that done.
I also went by DEHEC and found out that we need to have those safety plugs in the electrical receptacles and safety latches on the cabinets where the cleaning supplies are stored. Also have all medications locked up.
We’ve gotten all that done. But the funny thing is, we keep our down stairs flashlight in the cabinet that is “safety locked”. We asked little Porter to get it for us the other night, so he goes in and unlocks the cabinet and gets the flash light and brings it to us.
I’m thinking, “What kind of parent has to lock their cabinets with a four and six year old? And what kind of four or six year old sticks their finger in electrical sockets?!” I figure if they are that old and are doing that kind of stuff then maybe Darwin was on to something.
So we continue to jump through the hoops. I won’t say we are happy to do it but we will do whatever is necessary to get through this grueling process.
But please understand, we also understand that (typically) agencies like this are understaffed and over worked. They see some pretty terrible things. We understand that they are really just looking at boxes on a sheet of paper and making sure that when their boxes are checked off they pass it on to the next desk so they can get their boxes checked off. I think you have to have a desire to help children and families to stay in a job like that.
Maybe by next school year we can all have the same last names… instead of having three different last names!
Sigh. Pray for us and this ongoing process.
UPDATE TO THE UPDATE
This morning I took Lindsay and Porter for their psych evaluation
(jumping through more hoops). They were each in with the Dr. for a little
over an hour.
When he finished up he came out and told me that this is a “no brainer.” He
also said that both kids are very intelligent (pointing at Porter he says)
this one is exceptionally intelligent. “They may end up moving him ahead in school.”
On the way home we stopped at ChickFilet to grab a quick lunch before
bringing Lindsay to school. There was a police car in the drive-through
line. So my exceptionally intelligent son asks me, “Dad, did he come here
for a doughnut?” ROFL
Just another day in the life of parenting. lol