Good news is that we finally had our first (of 3 ) social worker post placement visits. We had to arrange an early morning appointment because hubby had to go to work and that was the only available time last week. Yes, I filled out the 6 page questionnaire. Check. Printed out a family pic on our printer. Check. Got up 30 minutes before she arrived. Check. Don’t ask me how we both showered, dressed, vacuumed and got the baby ready.
It went well, DH looked appropriately besotted with him and showed off Special K’s attempts to stand up in his lap. She asked about his feeding, sleeping habits, how we were coping. We commented that being closer to the grave than most young’uns gave us more patience and maturity with adjusting to a newborn’s demands. Well, something that sounded like that. I don’t think that statement is entirely accurate, but it sounded good. You know, having a puppy was actually more difficult in a way. At least the kid doesn’t crap and pee all over my wool rugs and chew up my Lululemon. Though Special K did spit up on my cashmere. I shall have to remember to give him the drycleaning bill when he’s 18.
There was a question on the survey regarding the extended family’s reaction. I put down that he was loved and adored by all. I wasn’t kidding. Later that day we received a gift from my husband’s cousin’s IN-LAWS addressed to Special K.
We are so fortunate.