Home Study, Part I

Today marked the first official Home Study Visit for our adoption.

It went great - our social worker continues to be fantastic and sweet - and the kids cooperated. I won't bore you with the details, but here are the highlights:

Simon was in the midst of showing off for Miss Therese (when he says it, it sounds like "Mystery"), and he put some sunglasses on. He told her she could call them shades, then put them on and said, "Look, I made you black!" I'm sure it appeared that we have chosen completely inappropriate ways to explain the race of our new brother to our kids, but whatever. And yes, he did pull out the "Whatever!" to lots of laughs.

I had to feed Taly lunch during the visit. I should point out that it is a bit scary to feed a "Baby-Led-Weaning" baby lunch in front of a social worker. Baby-Led weaning is not mainstream, and child care professionals tend to get nervous when you give an infant a whole plum. About 10 minutes after Therese asked if there was a choking risk to my reassurances ("Not at all!!"), Taly gagged on her plum. Great. Then I was playing with her and she fell and hit her head.

Other than the apparent racism and general endangering of our children, I'm sure we were quite impressive - the picture of perfect parenting. Oh, except for the time when she asked me how I handle stress and I may or may not have used the expression "freak out." She promised not to put that in the official report.