With Photographs

Almost done. Almosts done. Almost done.

All is fairly well. Huckle is with us, we're pressing the adoption, and once we're out from under the state's thumb, I'll feel a lot better.

I am very disappointed in our agency. We have another new SW (the third since Huck arrived and the sixth or so overall), and this one is a dingbat. She's just Shocked! By! Everything! And after (only!) a year, I'm not in the mood for wide-eyed optimism, total inexperience, and an affected baby-voice.

If you want to know how batshit crazy the state has gotten and/or why many families are being put under a microscope, I'll post links to a few articles from Texas newspapers once I re-find them. Or, you can search Texas Foster Care and the state's spokesman, Patr1ck Cr1mm1ns, in google or google news. Stuff from late last year to this year. Should you do that, you might notice there is one very outspoken critic of the state. Well, guess which agency she's from... And the state spokesman's responses are classic bullshit. At one point, in one article, he says that the placement department gets accurate information on all children to potential foster homes. Sure.



Did I ever mention that one of the reasons Huckle only lasted a week in one foster home was because the fparents had been told he was a 18 month old hispanic boy? And when Huck and his SW arrived, the fparents were very surprised to see a blonde haired, blue eyed three year old? And how, when they explained that they were only interested in hispanic children (as adoptive placements, which is what Huck's placement there was supposed to be), the SW called them racists?

Whatever. Almost done. Almost done. Almost done.

Anyhow. Once Huckle is adopted, I'll have a lot of things to say. For now, photos.





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