Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Droolia Roberts

On the day of our first social worker visit it was raining. I should have known something was going to go awry. I had fed him prior to our scheduled meeting to make sure he would be happy but as soon as Amy arrived, Gus started screaming. He's usually quite calm and content but at that moment, he was crying and crying. Turns out I had to change his diaper because it was "Ethnic Food Night" down there if you know what I mean.
Even after he was changed and clean, he continued to cry inconsolably. We decided to just start the interview despite the wails. Amy was very nice but seemed a little distracted because it was so loud. To her credit, she didn't make me feel like a horrible parent. In fact, she offered a few suggestions to help calm Gus down. Eventually he stopped and the rest of the visit went smoothly. Of all the days!

For those curious, she asked about:

- his height and weight
- how he was eating
- where he sleeps and his schedule
- how we were doing (both individually and as a couple)
- doctor visits

All in all not too bad. David said it's probably good that Gus was crying when she was visiting because it showed her how I handle the baby when he's upset. I'm on the fence about that theory but hey, only 3 more visits to go!

Speaking of being a bad parent, here's a photo series I call, "Things On My Baby's Head"

Rattle
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Onesie
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Burp Cloth-----

Pacifier
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Wiimote
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Pocahontas Ballpoint Pen



Please don't call Child Protection Services.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Ya'll got Ya'll's Work Cut Out For Ya'll

Let the indoctrination begin!
OK, it's been a few weeks since an update but that's because we've been busy with Gus and his numerous needs. They are not kidding when they say being a stay-at-home mom is a full time job. He is now 8 weeks old and doing great! I have to say, despite sleepless nights and diaper changes, I thoroughly love being a dad. He gets cuter with each passing day and is beginning to give back a little with semi-smiles and not-so-blank stares. From total newborn infant dependency he's slowly but surely leaving the fog of nothingness and emerging into the bright light of consciousness... I hope he's not a bully.On the adoption front, we are going to have 4 visits from our social worker before the adoption can be finalized. I know it's necessary and for the good of the baby, but it still makes me a little nervous. The good news is, we've managed to keep Gus alive for 8 weeks so we're doing something right. Tomorrow is her first visit so I will talk more about that later. Wish us luck!

here are some more pics of Gus' antics: