Lullaby needed

The annual block sale at my aunt's house was today. And what a beautiful day! Last year was freezing and wet, but today was perfect. We went to the game store last night and got a new game for D's Gameboy that he could play all day today. He was very very good for the most part. My cousin's boy was there too, and they sat and played their Gameboys together. Afterwards, A came back to our house and played for a couple of hours. Unfortunately for him, this consisted of a lot of bossing by D and being a spectator as D played basketball and rode his bike. I eventually got him to come in and play videogames with me instead of standing around being bored.
We only had one meltdown today which was in fact very similar to actual melting. Amazing since he had such a hard time going to sleep last night. I layed down next to him for a while and rubbed his back, but no dice. I do believe he was trying to sleep, too, and not just goofing. So there was big huge potential for sour crabby boy.
I'm afraid that the no sleeping thing may be a side effect of the Adderall. He also ate next to nothing. He wanted to try Subway, but complained that the half of his meatball sub that I cut for him was too big. So he ate 3 inches of sub, no breakfast since he slept in late, a handful of cheetos and a bite of bagel for lunch, and half a piece of pizza and some salad for dinner. He said he's just never hungry anymore. I suspect another side effect. I offered him things throughout the day, just to make sure he wasn't too distracted or forgetting to eat. He just didn't want anything. Poor baby.
We saw a rainbow on the way back to his other house.

Street sense

Unfortunately, D wasn't able to stay here for Easter. He will have to find his basket next week. I did go to a therapy session last week, though, which was definitely interesting. It was me, D, and foster mom all in together, and it was a review of his goals and progress. One goal being personal safety. So we are working on that. Friday night we practiced stopping at every corner and looking both ways before crossing the street. But, after we rode around in the park a little, some mangey little boy asked if he could ride his bike, and D just handed it over. Nice that he wants to share, but man that's a bad idea. The kid didn't take off or anything, and the two played together until we had to leave. How're you supposed to handle something like that?
On saturday, we bought a dwarf peach tree and a plum tree at Big Lots (!), and planted one of them. Then D played basketball while I finished up and started dinner. I looked out the window, and he had a little audience watching him. The kids next door (probably around 5 and 3 yrs old) had pulled a little lawn chair and baby bike over to the fence and were cheering him on and talking to him. So so cute and funny. So at least he's been able to see that there are friendly, fun kids around here. I don't know if he had even thought about it, but I'm glad anyways.

Liberal family values

I just had to write to my case worker about "my family's traditions and the values they left me with". I hope I can pass them along as well.

Values: empathy; tolerance; compassion; equality; responsibility; dependability; nonviolence and peaceful conflict resolution; importance of education; appreciation of art and creative pursuits; love for and conservation of nature; critical and independent thinking

Teary goodbye

Yesterday, D cried all the way back to the agency. He didn't want to leave and he wanted me to let his worker and his grandma know that he wanted to stay with me. Of course, I had to cry too. I want him to stay with me and not leave either. We have a few little odds and ends in our case that need to be taken care of before they can file it with the court. But, hopefully within the next couple of months he will be able to move in for good.
For now though, he is going to come over every Friday night and go back to his foster family Saturday night. Yay!
Even though everybody says how hard it is to go through the adoption process, it is just starting to sink in that they may be right. Just going to one therapy session with him and yesterday's sobbing were absolutely breaking my heart. I gave him my phone number, but I don't know if he will be allowed to use the phone. Grandma seemed genuinely sympathetic when I dropped him off. I hope she lets him.
sigh