About That Leather Upholstery...

About That Leather Upholstery...

...apparently infants really do spew when you shake them up like a warm beer. More on that in a moment. 

This post is brought to you by kymber who asked for a Queen/M&M update in the Everything Update post comments. This is a first. I've never actually had a request for a post before. How could I refuse?

Now, back to our special request programming. 

M&M is doing just fine. Personally, I think she is nothing short of amazing. She has had a developmental delay evaluation, given the fact that she was born  premature. The evaluator concluded that she is well within normal ranges and requires no special treatment or developmental plan. That really is outstanding considering where she started in this life. Hopefully one of these days I'll get to share the rest of that story with you all. 

On a more somber note, we got a good news/bad news call from the CPS case worker yesterday. The good news is that the case worker is not optimistic that the bio parents will get their act together and complete their requirements for reunification with M&M. That's hurdle number one for us getting to adopt her starting to tip over. 

Unfortunately, the bad news is that hurdle number two may be bolted to the tracks and layered with bricks. Apparently, the bio parents are reading the writing on the wall so to speak and are beginning to realize that they are being found lacking. One of them has a family member out of state who is allegedly licensed as a foster parent who has indicated that they would like to pursue adopting M&M. CPS is required to review this person's home study and determine if they are a viable parent. If so, they get first dibs. 

Needless to say, this would be emotionally crushing for both The Queen and I if we were forced to return M&M to that family, even the extended family. Right now, we are just trying to focus on giving her the best care we can and relying on our faith to help us come to terms with the possibility of losing her. 

According to the caseworker, it will be about three or four months before they will be ale to fully vet the family member. The suspicious, reptilian, conspiracy theorist part of my brain is yelling rather lousy that this is just a ploy by the bio parents to game the system by having a family member engage in a sham adoption. The rational part of me isn't putting up much of an argument at this point. 

Enough of that garbage for now. It's the system we are stuck with unless we want to shell out a minimum of $20,000 (which we don't have) to go the traditional newborn adoption route. 

Let's talk about projectile vomiting in a luxury SUV. The other night, The Queen was delivering me back to the office after dinner to pick up my car. M&M was safely strapped into her car seat behind The Queen. I was in the front passenger seat. The road we were we on was not terribly bumpy; however, I turned to look into the backseat just in time to see a two foot long jet of steaming baby puke coat the really nice blanket my sister...the devil had crocheted for her as well as the leather seat and middle seat center console. 

Nice.

While we are on the subject of baby puke, I have to come up with a new description for guacamole. You see, baby puke is generally the same color as the formula. Ergo, guacamole cannot be baby puke. I have noted, however, a disturbing similarity between fresh guacamole and fresh M&M dirty diaper contents. Somehow, I don't think The Queen would appreciate me referring to one of her favorite foods as baby turds though. 

On that pleasant mental image, I bid you all good night and sweet dreams.