So this morning was our first post-placement visit with our social worker. Hubby spent yesterday cleaning and we had the kids fed and wearing clean clothes by 9:30 this morning. Noah and Natalie had met her about a year ago when she did our home study visit. We explained to Wendemagegn and Beza that this was just someone coming to meet them and see how our family was doing.
She rang the doorbell and hadn’t been inside the house more than about 90 seconds when a ball came flying over the stairs, courtesy of Noah.
Then I hear “Freeze!”
I look up and Noah is peering over the wall upstairs – pointing a gun at the social worker. Not some bright blue and orange nerf gun but a very realistic looking silver TOY gun. Apparently courtesy of Grandpa yesterday at the Phoenix Police Museum.
We’re all about making good first impressions!
Noah’s probably never seen me run up those stairs that fast, eyes bulging.
Either the social worker didn’t notice, or she wasn’t phased. She said nothing and the rest of the visit went great.