Henry took a nap. While he did so, Jeff took down some Christmas decorations. And I filled out paper work. Lots of paperwork for the foster care/adoption. Who lived in my house as a child at various intervals of age? How did my family express themselves when they were angry, sad, stressed, frustrated, happy, etc.? Do I feel education is important to child development? How would I describe my husband? How did we meet? What do I like best about him, and what do I wish I could change? What would he say about me? Why do we want to do foster care/adoption? What will be most difficult about having a foster child in our home? Etc.
We also had "road work" (i.e., homework for class). One bit of homework involved reading a hellacious story about a 14 year old who had been sexually abused by an uncle for several years and by a grand father who abused her as an infant, physically abused by her father who thought that she enticed the uncle, and then was given drugs and alcohol to use by her mother. One of the questions to ponder is: What steps does this family need to take in order to be reunited? My feelings are: Are you fill-in-the-blank kidding me? Reunited? Her family is poison. Poor child. All four of the adults should be thrown in jail indefinitely. I suspect at this might not be the answer that the agency wants to hear.
We then headed to Grandma and Grandpa's house for the Eagles-Cardinals game. While my parents and Jeff watched the game, I took Henry outside. Henry guided me through my parents' side yard, out a gate, around to the front of the house, and to the mail box. He pointed at the mail box and said "mail." Must be something he does with Grammy b/c Jeff and I never take him to our mailbox. He was a bit disappointed that there was not mail in the box, but we looked several times nonetheless.
We came home. Henry had another nap. Jeff took the dogs for a walk because it was dusk. Henry woke up about 5 minutes after Jeff left and called out for "Daddy!" I got his jacket and shoes on him. We then started the trek to find Dada. We stopped by the horse corral. Dakota visited us. I was a bit hesitant about Dakota b/c our last encounter about two nights previous ended with him turning his back on us and lifting up his tail and dropping a load. I suspect he was annoyed that we just wanted to pet him and didn't bring any food offerings with us. Since that encounter, Henry has mentioned poop several times in the context of talking about horses. Dakota was fine. He spent a good deal of time smelling me. Henry pet him on the head. We left on a good note, I think.
We ran into Jeff, Hal, and Swanee on their way back from the walk. Annie came barreling over to greet us. Luke gave Henry a kiss. Luke is the Ridgeback pictured above. He is a big fellow.
When we came home, Henry played with Bitsy and tried to give her a hug. Not the best idea b/c Bitsy's idea of loving interactions are...unique...and usually involve drawing blood (at least with me). I have no doubt that she thinks that she is being loving. Anyway, she didn't scratch Henry. I guess that they have some sort of special communication going on.
Had a nice dinner. Managed to sneak some asparagus into Henry without much protest.
After dinner, it was play time again. I read some more from "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix." It has taking us a lot longer to get through these books ever since Henry started walking.
Henry had a bath. Before the bath, he ran around in his diaper trying to climb into his crib. Apparently, he knows the word "crib" as well. We had our computer time. And then it was time for bed. He and Jeff are passed out in the rocking chair at the moment. That's all for now.
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