The Making of M.O.M.

Ah! Friday already! It's been a long week in the Beaver house as we have readjusted to what life looks like after a last minute week long trip out of town. To say we've a had a few meltdowns is an understatement.

So, instead of dwelling on the meltdowns, let's focus on something funny, what do you say? Welcome to this week's edition of Das Not Funny! Friday. What is Das Not Funny! Friday? Well, I'm so glad you asked. Each Friday I compile all the funny things my kids have said or done into one funny as tarnation post. It's called Das Not Funny because our second daughter, Ashlee, usually says "Das not funny Mommy!" whenever I giggle at her unintended humor. Thus, this blogapolooza was born. Won't you join with me and create your own Das Not Funny! Friday post? You don't have to have funny kids or kids at all to play. Just tell us all about the funny stuff that happened to you this week (or that you saw someone else doing but please keep it anonymous as to not embarrass them, that is, unless you mother them). Then, link back here to this post. After you've done those two things enter all your info into MckLinky (Oh yay! A new linking system! Woot!) Let's begin, shall we?

After arriving home from our insane trip late Sunday night I asked my friend Grace to come over on Monday morning so that I could go to my women's Bible study. I like to ~~torture~~ bless Grace like that.

While at Bible study I get the following text from Grace, "Ashlee just ran through the house yelling, 'Gwace! Help! Ders a croc-dile poopin' in the baffroom! I can hear him in da air vent!"

Then, upon arriving home I find out that the kids highlighted the dog's head accidentally on purpose. I also found out that Ashlee (who was suppose to be using the bathroom) was found stark naked in the bathroom putting post-it notes on the wall with chapstick.

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While at my Dad's one evening, I thought it would be a great idea for my Dad to help Lucas shoot his beebee gun. Lucas is all about guns and I knew it would be the highlight of his trip. So, my sister filled up a styrofoam cup with water and set it just on the other side of the driveway, about 10 feet away. My Dad sat behind Lucas and began showing him how to aim. It went something like this:

Grandpa: "Okay, Lucas. Look at that cup of water. We are gonna shoot it and make it peepee."
(As a sidenote, clearly my Dad raised me and knew innately of my kids' obession with bathroom behaviors.)

Lucas: *giggling* "Otay, we gonna make da cup pee!"

Grandpa: "Okay, are you looking at the cup?"

Lucas: (Looking at a bug about 6 inches from him) "Ooooh! Let's shoot da bug!"

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My uncle has a horse farm and on it my cousin and her family have a small pony called Petey. To say that my kids LOVE Petey would be like saying that it would be convienent for them to breathe. Love is a bit of an understatement if you catch my drift. Since we stayed at the horse farm while we were there, Luke lovingly took the kids each and every morning to see Petey. All week Elizabeth referred to Petey as a "she." I gently reminded her that Petey was indeed a "he" but she didn't seem to catch on. Then, one afternoon after we had ridden Petey until he was about to pass out, Elizabeth and I took Petey brushed him, watered him and were leading him back to his stall. Suddenly, Petey decided to prove to Elizabeth that he was, indeed, a boy. She took note and said, "Huh? I guess I know now that Petey SURE IS a boy. Wow!" Sometimes seeing is believing.

So there you go folks. Das Not Funny! Friday from your's truly. Won't you join me? I'm guessing that MckLinky works very similarly to that other linking system I used previously. In fact, I'll try it out first to see. Happy Friday everyone!

All three social workers came by this morning (our licensing social worker, Aaron's social worker and Baby Girl's social worker). I found out that Aaron and Baby Girl's cases will be taken to Adoption Committee together on July 28th or 29th. That, of course, is contingent upon Baby Girl's Termination of Parental Rights (TPR) case being heard on July 23rd. If all goes well on the 23rd, her case will be approved for adoption along with Aaron's.

After Aaron's case goes to adoption committee I will meet his social worker at the clerk of court and file all the paperwork needed to legally change his name and make him an official Beaver. Then they hold the paperwork for 10 days (just some rule they have) and file it all after the 10 day mark. Once it is filed, he is legal! Woopie!

Baby Girl's case will not move so swiftly. When and if her case is heard on the 23rd the DSS attorney then has to draft the TPR petition. That petition goes to the judge that heard the case. Once that judge signs the petition Baby Girl's birth mother has 30 days to file an appeal. Now, don't think that drafting the TPR petition and the judge's signature is a quick thing either. I've heard of it taking as little as 6 weeks and as long as 2 years. (Yes, the 2 years was an exception, but it has happened in our county. SO frustrating!)

30 days after the judge has signed the petition, and if birth mother does not appeal, then Baby Girl would be legally free for adoption. All that would be left would be meeting the social worker at the clerk of court once more and then the 10 day waiting period (that is assuming that we were approved for her at adoption committee).

Whew! I inteded for this to be a quick update, but I guess when you have so much red tape, you're dealing with the legal system and when you are referencing adoptions, quick posts are an oxymoron.