Last weekend Raylan ended up in the ER with breathing problems, and then he was at home for a good part of this week, with Amy and I taking care of him on Monday, and my mom taking care of him on Tuesday and for most of Wednesday.
On Wednesday Amy and I had a meeting at our house with our new caseworker from our foster agency and her supervisor. It was scheduled to be a relatively routine home visit to just check in, doing a quick home inspection, and make sure that we were up to date on everything. Without a child currently placed in our home, we thought it would be relatively quick and uneventful.
And the actual home visit did, in fact, go well and was pretty routine. When our caseworker asked us what questions or concerns that we had, the only thing that we expressed was that we just hadn't been getting any calls for placement. We asked if there was anything else we could do to help facilitate a placement, and we were told to just be patient- that these things go in cycles. We'd been keeping up with our training classes and whatnot, but we hadn't had any calls about a child since July.
Well, we said our goodbyes, and there was a knock on the front door a minute later.
I looked around, assuming one of them had forgotten a phone or a purse or something.
Instead, they had just gotten a call from CPS about a little girl in need of a placement.
We spoke with them for a few moments and quickly agreed.
A couple of hours later, we had a little foster daughter in our home who is about a year and a half old.
We are really happy to have her (truly, truly happy), but we had been planning to leave for vacation the following day for an anniversary trip to Santa Fe, New Mexico. My mom and dad had been scheduled to care for Raylan, and we were planning to fly out Friday and return sort of late on Monday. Instead, we quickly cancelled the trip, and started scrambling to get situated with our new little girl. We had to arrange a doctor's visit, set up daycare, shop for some toddler supplies, get some little girl clothes, and get our new kiddo adjusted to life with our family.
We're not allowed to do anything to give away her identity on the internet, so I'm blurring her face out and I'm not going to use her name. Maybe I'll have to eventually giver a fake name. Or just call her Kiddo.
But she's very sweet.
Raylan really seems to like her. He gets a little jealous for parental attention, but he doesn't seem to take it out on her, really. If anything, he seems a bit annoyed with us.
He's doing extremely well, though, all things considered.
Our little girl was in a bit of shock for about the first day and a half after she got to our house. She didn't move or make many sounds at all during that time.
Then she started crawling and walking (while holding onto things) and babbling and laughing.
On Friday we met up with Raylan to his fall festival at his school (it was at the end of the school day, so he was already there). Grandma and Papa came, too.
|Raylan makes Halloween art while Grandma, the Kiddo, and Amy look on|
After the fall festival we walked over to El Mercado and all had dinner together. It was nice.
Another benefit of our cancelled trip was that we were able to make it to Spencer's first birthday party at Ramsey Park! It was a lot of fun.
Raylan had a blast eating cake and playing on the playground. Our little girl was a little shy, but eventually warmed up to people and seemed to have a good time.
Kit and Shelly put on a nice party. They may have set the bar a little high for future events, but at least Spencer won't remember this one! ;-)
|Amy, Raylan, Kit, and Spencer show off their Halloween birthday spirit!|
|On da slide!|
|Raylan decorated this birthday party pumpkin all by himself!|
|our little girl, having fun on the infant slide|
I got a call while I was taking a quick bike ride, though (a substitute for going to the gym), and Mom had tripped over a plant while she was out for a walk with Dad. She banged herself up pretty badly, and ended up having to go to the ER to go get checked out.
It was sort of a scary deal.
It turns out that she is mostly okay, but she has some bad bruises and soreness, and had to get a glue suture on her eyebrow.
Given that she hit her head, though, things could have been much worse, and we're all just glad she's (mostly) okay!
So Saturday night was pizza and a little bit of beer. Amy and I were okay with the fact that we were celebrating our birthday at home, taking care of Raylan and our new little girl.
It felt right.
On Sunday we got up and went out to breakfast at Kerbey Lane and then played around in the back yard a bit.
|Raylan sharpens his big brothering skills by handing out some high fives|
Everyone was friendly.
It was a good time!
|He's the hero Austin deserves...|
|Is that candy over there?|
|Trick or treating or trunk or treating: Raylan can figure out the|
mechanics so long as there's candy involved
A little different than the one we had planned, but a good one, nonetheless.
We're still sort of getting settled in with our foster daughter, but she's really cute and sweet, and we love having her here. She's a joy to have around.
That's it for now!
Have a great week.