OK, hmmm, where did I leave off. That's right, some random guy in a cowboy hat was walking a steer down the street . . .
And then on Friday I prepped for our last homestudy home visit with the social workers from the adoption agency. I went through and organized our papers again. Yes, I did this several times, each time double checking that I hadn't forgotten something. I reread and revised and reprinted our autobiographies again. I straightened up the house. Our visit went really well. Our social worker just looked through our papers to make sure everything was complete, signed and notarized. Then Brian and I were each interviewed separately. We were brought together again to review the "what happens now" part of the process. And finally, we were given a huge, empty scrapbook and a booklet of instructions of what to include in our profile.
Let me tell you, I'm just slightly overwhelmed by this project. I've done scrapbooking. I've got a room full of stuff. We have plenty of pictures to choose from. And I have no idea where to begin. Or how to write a "Dear Birthmom" letter. Any ideas?
In other weekend events, we did a little babysitting on Saturday afternoon and evening. Our friends wanted to go to a college basketball game sans the little bundle of girliness so we volunteered to watch her. She is 8 months old and we had a great time with her. So did Molly. And she had a great time with Molly.
Yesterday we went to the casino with my parents. What better way to spend a rainy day in the Valley of the Sun? My dad used to really enjoy playing blackjack, but he hasn't done it since his accident. We talked him into it yesterday. I sat with him and placed his bets for him while he did the playing. We started at an empty table with just the dealer, and it was a table of regular height. The dealer told my dad that there was a low blackjack table if he was interested. However, my dad is of the opinion that the players at the low table aren't very good players and that would mess things up for him. His opinion seems to have served him well. At the end of our time he had won about $200.
And so here I am . . . Monday morning. I didn't get called to work today, but I do have tutoring this afternoon. The kitchen has been cleaned, laundry is in process, and I have a few errands to run. All the while mulling over in my brain just how to get started with our profile . . .
Oh, and I'm getting a cold too. Boo.