And now.....

I wait...and wait...and wait....but once i am certified next week....i could get a call at any time that I have a baby waiting.....So think good thoughts for me....

So last week i met with the social worker last week, twice.  The first day was quite easy, a look around the house and a few questions, she was saving the "grilling" for the next day...So she comes back...and man....some of the questions she asked were obvious...the first questions he asked is how would you describe yourself....and i told her what i though, and in Jordonna fashion, as the two hour visit went on, things came up and i wanted her to make sure she put in question 1..LOL...then she asked how my friends would describe me...and off we went...as a social worker i now understand what my clients feel like.  I always take notes by hand because I am getting old and cant remember things, i take copious notes so that later on i can write up my chronos....Holy Crap....when someone is doing that while you are talking, it is so distracting, and i was TOTALLY intimidated..(hint..that doesn't happen very often).  I wanted to know what she was writing and if she was writing what i said or added things....so nerve racking.

So after all is said and done about 2 1/2 hours later...we wrap up...I asked her about how it was for her as a social worker to interview me, a social worker as an adoptive parent.  She actually thought that it was much easier for her because she doesn't have to explain every little detail for me.  We talked a lot about the county and how things work, and for a while it was like talking with a coworker, but that's what i am worried about. My social worker is going to have to be really good and bringing me back, and i have to make a conscious effort to be a parent.

We also discuss being Jewish, and that i didn't think that anyone would ask for a Jewish foster parent, but actually they did recently.  So as we discussed what raising a Jewish child in my home, it took me back to all those years of Sunday School and Hebrew School, my Bat Mitzvah, and i have always pictured that my child would have to do all of it,  because my parents made me...LOL...but it is actually very important to me, and so now I have to set out to find a synagogue that can meet the needs of my small family. 

In discussing what kind of child I would "take" i wanted to say a little white boy...but that would just make life easier for me, and of course i am open but part of me felt a little biased...which is funny because that is one of the things about social workers that drive me nuts...I know whatever child that comes into my life, i will love with all my heart, black, white or polka dot, I will be their mother, because I am the one who will change the dirty diapers, fix up their scraped knee, be told that they hate me when the are a teenager, and cry when they graduate high school....You get the picture...

So I spoke with the social worker about naming the child, of course i know that if they were in reunification i would have to use their given name, and at adoption i would be able to rename them, and that is what goes on the new birth certificate.  I am hoping that getting a baby, would make it so that i could chose a name.  Anyway i know all girls know the names of their children from age 5...but mine have changed over the years...so i took to the Internet..full well knowing that i may not get to chose the name....a few hours later, i have a few names that i like....and go figure they are boys names....cant come up with a girls name...so that probably means that's what i will get...LOL...

So the nursery is coming together slowly but nicely.  this past week my friend came over and drew the tree on the wall, and i painted it.  It looks awesome...better from far away....but that's my painting skills not her drawing skills...so here are a few pics of the room.

 

 

More pics to come....But now i am so frustrated, trying to do more than monkeys and for the life of me, haven't been able to find anything that doesn't cost $40 for two cardboard wall hangings...so i will continue...