A visit from the social worker

The last couple of weeks, Susan has been spending countless hours filling out paperwork and figuring out what we need to do to move the adoption process forward. Today, all of that work took on a new dimension when our social worker drove down from St. Paul to do a home visit. Unfortunately, we had not counted on her arriving so quickly (it's a two-hour drive, minimum), so neither of us were home when she arrived. I was actually on my way home from an Early Childhood Family Education class with Mudpuppy (our soon-to-be two-year-old--tomorrow, in fact), when I got a call from the social worker who said she was at our house and one one was there and could she please get in because she really had to use the bathroom! How embarrassing (for us, I mean). Things went much better after that. She had each of us tell our whole life story (well, almost), interviewed our kids briefly, and asked a bunch of questions about our adoption. The hardest part was trying to remember the dates when various things happened. Now all we need is some paperwork from the kids' doctor, and one last letter of recommendation (provided by none other than Minnesota's teacher of the year!), and we should be about done with the home study.