Jacket holding Clementine. Details to come.
A girl I grew up with (and used to babysit), Sarah, made these. How adorable is my little family? Sandy has her favorite bus “Tayo” and Clementine has her favorite everything- BREAD!And only cause ya’ll asked, her etsy store is, ironically enough, “TinyClementine”.
Jacket’s dad is being released next week after 20 years in prison (yes, she’s a conjugal visit baby- I’m still waiting for someone to make a documentary on that cycle). I’m going to visit him this week. We met once and had a good rapport. It’s been almost 2 years since I’ve seen Jacket, I figure I don’t have anything to lose.
She’s STILL wearing 6-12 month pants. She wears a 2t top though like Sandy. I’m really getting my money’s worth out of her clothes!
Clementine at her sister’s birthday. I’m probably going to get this one framed it’s so cute.
I interviewed Lauren for a post on dealing with a toddler's anger -
Check it out, and thanks Lauren!
I approached Lauren (She officiated Jacket’s godparent ceremony) to do this one, but if you have an idea and want to be interviewed, email and let me know. I’m always looking for ideas.
Last weekend was Clementine’s sister’s birthday and the party was at Chuck E. Cheese- aka HELL ON EARTH. But I was gonna go. And I didn’t complain one bit. However, Runfostermama parked by my place and her and her sister picked up both Sandy and Clementine and took them for me.
I got so excited I couldn’t even take the nap I needed. I haven’t been childless on the weekend in forever. I ended up just wandering around the neighborhood.
Asia took Sandy this afternoon and Clementine is reveling in having the toys all to herself!
She literally went through the back door. The one without the security guard who would have rejected her. She made her way to the principle’s office and worked her persistent magic. He’s in the wrong class, but at least he’s in a school!
..but, the level of responsibility put on bachelor’s level case workers is mind-boggling. Every step of the child welfare process I’m hit with a "Whoa- you’re in way over your head" moment for them. Not that they aren’t good, some are- but I can see the chipping away of their souls.
Testifying in court as to whether or not someone can keep their baby is about as serious as it gets. And how much training do case workers get for that, a few weeks? No social work degree required. No license or certificate. Nothing that shows that you went through a program where you were screened for your own mental health. I’m surprised I’ve never heard of a case worker committing suicide after court or a case. I hope it hasn’t happened and I hope it never does.
When you’re licensed in mental health (social worker, counselor, psychologist, whatever) it’s not just the classes and experience, it’s also about clinical supervision which is very close to individual therapy sessions. For approximately an hour every week you talk about the decisions you’re making for your clients, how it affects you, what biases you may have, how you could do it better, etc. etc. Absolutely EVERY time I’ve ever made a giant life decision for someone else like testifying in court, calling in an abuse case or having someone involuntarily committed to the hospital- I’ve ALWAYS had a licensed clinician that I talked to privately for HOURS about these things. And even when I’m the supervisor, the ethics handbook requires that in many cases I get outside ‘consultations’ on cases meaning a supervision session from another licensed clinician.
Anyway. Thank GOD I didn’t stumble into foster care case worker right after college. It would have eaten me alive.
Court today for Sandy. Nothing to report and I’ve learned to appreciate the lack of surprise. I’m incredibly grateful that I had an attorney. It even seemed like the judge was happy to see that I had one. Having an attorney definitely made everyone talk and get moving on the technicalities of the case. I think if she wasn’t there everyone might have just waved another court date past with no decision.
Clementine can jump now. If you demonstrate and shout “jump” enough times (like Sandy does), she’ll get both feet a good inch of the ground. Sooo cute. She’s still not walking, but no doubt jumping means she’s almost there.