Today was too short on time spent with Henry. Jeff witnessed Henry and Karina getting into an argument. Apparently, Karina threw something down on the ground in a fit. Henry picked it up but then Karina decided that she wanted it back. Henry wouldn't give it to her so she came at him. Sigh. Oh, and he had scratches on him this morning. Wonder how he got those. I'm quite sure it wasn't from Bitsy.
We dropped Henry off at Grandma and Grandpa's house around 5PM. Henry was busy as usual.
Robert, the fellow from the agency who ran tonight's session, called me in the afternoon to say: (1) our new family specialist is Allison...OK that's specialist number 3 whom we gone through (and yet never met), and (2) we are behind on the paper work. A bit frustrating to hear considering that it was Robert who told us last Monday to hold onto our paper work and give it to our family specialist. I informed him that our paper work was done (97% of it was done the first night)...if a family specialist was ever to meet with us. The good news is that Allison is going to keep the appointment that Julie (our second assigned family specialist) set up for Tuesday.
When we arrived, I had to remind Robert that our paper work was done. He almost said hold onto it until tomorrow, but I suggested to him that he take it (already). Luckily, he is a notary, so we didn't have to track down the receptionist, who is also a notary. A couple papers required signatures in front of a notary.
We had "Article 9" training this evening. Basically, it tells us what the foster children's rights are and what we can and cannot do in terms of discipline. Some of the examples of "real" cases were incredibly disturbing.
Foster children have a right to confidentiality, so a foster parent cannot reveal to anyone that the child is a "foster child" unless the person to whom they are speaking is the child's case worker and/or doctor. So if a neighbor asks on our walks, "Who is this?" We say, "This is our child." If the neighbor replies, "I've never seen that child before. How did you suddenly get a 3 year old?" We just have to say, "This is our child." End of story. This applies to our friends as well. Consequently, a person who knows us will have make an inferential leap about the child's status if a child is placed with us. We will never reveal the child's history or status as a foster child.
We learned a lot of acronyms. Or perhaps it is more accurate to say that we heard a lot of acronyms. Jeff was pleased with the session. He felt it was more substantive than the first two sessions. We had to take a test at the end of the class. Of course, we went through a pre-test that was identical to the actual test. To pass, one had to get 80% of the questions answered correctly.
Henry was very cute when we arrived to pick him up. I had a Chipolte vegetarian salad with guacamole. Henry pointed to it, wanting some. I asked him if he wanted guacamole. He repeated "guacamimo." Close enough. He ate about 3-4 bites of the guacamimo. According to my parents, he ate A LOT of food this evening. Potatoes, ham, turkey, yogurt, and pea crisps. In his PJs, you could see the roundness of his little belly. Haven't seen that in awhile. Maybe he's getting ready to shoot up tall again. He was getting very disorganized before we left. His coordination gets way off when he is tired. He didn't fall asleep in the car, except for the last 30 seconds of the ride.
I spent some time on the computer with him before bed. He likes "Beako" or "Beaker" from the Muppets. Jeff took him to bed. He said it didn't take long for him to sack out. That's all for now.
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