How has it already been a month since my last post?! Goodness, so much has fit into so little time. We still have our new little guys. There have been some big adjustments; urinating in the bathtub instead of the toilet, rages at school, threats of the alternative school - yes for 5 and 6 year olds; what?...just keeping it real. It has been a roller coaster for sure. And then of course our oldest, Emileigh graduated from physical therapy school, moved home (in the midst of the craziness) for 3 weeks, and has moved on to her first job in Indiana. Caroline moved back to Mississippi State University for her second year of college, Ali swooped in for one day from Rhode Island on her way back to school in Arkansas, and Collin and Elizabeth are plugging away in their happily-married-bubble. :) Whew. I think that is all.
Oh yeah, and then came Sunday. The new boys are learning how to gel with Jocelyn, Ellie Grace, and Benjamin. They all run and play together and are acting more and more like siblings. So Sunday afternoon they are all playing and one accidentally slams a door on another's hand. One of the fingers was bleeding and we had concerns that the finger was broken. We made the decision to play it safe and run him to the emergency room for an x-ray. Long story short, it was not broken. The ER doctor bandaged the finger, gave him some pain meds and sent Scott and T on their way to Sonic for consolation slushies. After all coddling and attentiveness Scott just spent on this kid, they pull into the driveway, and T sighs and says, "I love Mama." Gotta love it.
I, being the ever-diligent foster mom(I hope this reads as sarcasm), email our case worker with the details of what happened along with the doctor notes from the ER thinking that was the end of that. Hahahahaha. She emailed me back Monday morning to inform me that it was required that she report us to the child abuse hotline. And that there could possibly be an investigation into the 'matter.' Really. For a squished finger. Obviously, I was a little upset and called Scott at work to let him know what was happening. A few hours later, a sheriff's car pulled into our driveway. I was shocked that a deputy would be sent to question the boys. I walked out to meet her and it turned out that she was only delivering standard court papers for our boys. Always before, these type papers had come via the mail, but whatever. Benjamin has been a little afraid of law enforcement since we have been home, understandably so with him being from Ukraine. I thought this was the perfect opportunity to introduce him to a deputy and after I explained his situation, I asked her to talk to him for a few minutes. She was great and talked to him and then showed all the kids her car. They wanted to see her blue lights on so she asked me if that was ok. I told her of course! She said sometimes people are concerned about what their neighbors would think but I told her ours already think we are crazy so go for it. As soon as she flipped them on, here comes Scott pulling into the driveway, with a sheriff's car sitting there, with the blue lights on, with all of us standing around her. He also immediately thought it had something to do with the report to the hotline so was greatly relieved to see us all smiling and getting a 'tour' of her car. What a day.
We still have not heard anything further about the report or about an investigation. Also, the squished finger is doing well.
Stay tuned. I am hoping we have big news around the corner.
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