Hoooraaayyyyy!!!!!!

Dionte and I had a frustrating trip to our new therapist this morning. Dozens of phone calls and coordinating faxes and permissions granted were still not enough for us to be "treated" today, as I am not yet his legal guardian and couldn't sign consent forms (which is what I thought most of the hullabaloo had been about in the first place). I was pretty upset and annoyed, because the whole point of starting him at a new place was so that we would already have something in place before he came to my house to live. That and the heat and the frustration of not knowing when I WOULD be able to sign such things led to a slightly embarrassing and emotional visit to the adoption agency today to find out what was going on and vent a little bit.
Then this afternoon I got a phone call from his adoption worker saying she heard I had been by and she wanted to see how I was doing. I told her fine, and she said she wanted me to feel better than fine, and what was I doing on Friday?
WE HAVE A COURT DATE!!!!! FINALLY!!!! We will be going to court on Friday morning. Yes, this Friday! to get consent to have him placed in my home that day. He will, in fact, be coming home Thursday night so that we can get up early enough to be spiffy and at the courthouse bright and early (for him).
After this, we will be in "supervision" for at least six months, with our case worker checking in with us and making sure we are doing ok. I'm going to take a week off from work to hopefully help ease the transition a little, and we'll see how things go. I'm very excited!!!!

Super Kid

After last weekend's struggles, I wasn't sure what to expect for our latest visit. It turned out to be really good. Friday night we went to see Common at the Tastefest, and our evening ended pretty badly. We left without eating anything and after seeing only a couple of songs. He had to go to bed as soon as we got home (he didn't want anything to eat), and he hates everybody and everything, but still wanted me to hang out with him in bed.
I have been laying down with him after lights out, usually 'til he falls asleep. I'm not sure if this is gonna turn out to be setting us up for bad times ahead, 'cause of course I won't always be able to do that. For now, though, it is a nice time to chat and cuddle.
Saturday night, our friends came over for dinner, swimming, and sparklers. We had a lot of fun and he was really good for the most part. He is so nice to babies, and hung out with baby Charlie for quite a while. He also was using his mask and snorkle to go underwater which he has been a bit hesitant to do too much.
Sunday, he slept in until 12:30! And we had a wonderful day. Very happy and fun and silly and cuddly. He ran around all day with a towel tied around his neck making him Super D. I guess he needed to catch up on his sleep. Another good thing was him taking Miles outside when he got obnoxious. I told D I was sooo proud of him for doing that instead of hitting or kicking the poor dog. Hug hug what a great choice. Later, when they were playing with a toy, Miles bit him, and he picked up a magazine and started to give him a whack. But, he stopped and said, "No! I'm not gonna hit you, I'm gonna put you outside!" Woohooo for positive reinforcement.