Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Fortunate

Steven has this week off from work. We scheduled our first post-placement visit for yesterday afternoon.

Steven got to walk Meazi to school in the morning.

Our social worker came after naptime. It seems that we are doing okay, and that we are allowed to keep the children... for now. (I am kind of joking here, but I have to admit that I kind of feel that way. When do you stop feeling like someone can take your adopted children away from you?)

The night before had been a bit rough. Melese woke up four times in the middle of the night, Teddy had to be let out to pee, and I heard Moses puking in the kids room. I bolted from the bed in an effort to get him outside before he puked on the rug. I ushered him out, and then tried in vain to locate the mess. It was 1:00 am, I was groggy and I couldn't find it. I finally gave up and went to bed. The next morning I spent a very long time looking for dog puke. I was just picturing our social worker saying, "Excuse me, what is this substance in the children's room?" That coupled with Mel's fat lip from a clumsy tumble, and a mysterious welt under Meazi's eye from bumping into my camera lens, made me a bit anxious about the visit. Steven assured me that Moses had eaten his own puke, and that everything would be fine.

It was.

We celebrated with Chinese food...

We were having a lovely time. Meazi had us in stitches. Melese feel asleep early. It was giggles and laughs until Meazi opened the fortune cookie that was obviously meant for me....


This made me burst into tears. Meazi looked worried, and once again I explained to her how sometimes mommy cries because she is so very, very, happy.

14 comments:

  1. congrats on your first post placement!

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  2. oh sweet girl. happy your happy. and happy your tired. it's all good.

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  3. Honey those kids are yours. Yours. Well, you share them with the whole world, but you're the MOM.

    I had this day dream that we had plenty of money and could travel and visit all our interweb friends and stay at hotels and rent cars so as not to put them out, and that way we and our kids could be physically present in this wonderful community instead of me being webby present. Sigh...

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  4. What a fortune cookie! You deserve all the goodness, my dear Julie!

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  5. This is becoming old hat - coming to your blog every morning and crying. I hope you continue posting like this even after November ends.

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  6. I love the fortune cookie. How very true. And oh, how I love your dream, Rebekah! Maybe it'll come true!

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  7. sweet post. i understand the post-placement jitters. after a while you don't feel nervous about making a good impression, you start to feel mad that you have to keep jumping through hoops to make others satisfied that you can parent. i understand the reasons behind the pp work, but it grates after a while. congrats for a great day all around.

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  8. i wrote a post two days ago called, "fortunate" about a fortune my daughter got!

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  9. i was doing just fine with this post until i got clicked on the last picture and made it bigger. then i cried.

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  10. that fortune is even better than the cheese in the shape of Africa:) you know, I hadn't had that feeling about someone being able to take Em away for a long time---but for some reason I had it again a few weeks ago. it's been over four years! I think she's here to stay !

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  11. A -very happy for you guys- lurker. I think the ppr do get better with time and it is nice to be able to see how they are doing on regular intervals. We've done 3 now. I am so very happy for you! If you want to see our blog - jaredandamy.com.

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