(7) Homestudy August 2012

Finally, the dreaded day we had been waiting on.  When you read about Home Studies online, they appear to be the most awful thing ever.  You are asked to open up your home to a social worker to examine everything about you, your family, your past, and your home.  This was the part of the process I had come to dread until I talked with our social worker on the phone one evening before she came to our house.  I told her I was nervous and asked her a few questions regarding things I needed to prep before she came.  She was so kind to tell me that she was only coming to find all of the good things about our family so she could write a report about us
for the American and South Korean governments.  This was a big relief because I was thinking she was going to come into our house and look for all of the "dirt" on our family.  

We had 2 Home Study visits by an amazing woman who really helped us answer many of our questions.  She interviewed me, Jeremy, and our son individually.  She also looked through our house and interviewed Jeremy and I together as a couple.  She asked us questions about our childhood, our relationship with our parents and siblings, our marriage, our education, our reason for adopting and much more.  She asked our son questions like what he liked to do for fun, how he was disciplined when he got in trouble, if he could count and if he knew his colors among many other things.  We found this part of the process to be extremely helpful.


Ok, so as I was reading what I have written so far, I am going back and forth in my head on whether or not I should tell the "funny" story of what happened during our Home Study.  Well,I have talked myself into it to give some comic relief to some of you reading this right now.  :)  Of course, we wanted everything to go perfectly during the Home Study and you know it is naturally not going to happen.  The lady is interviewing our son and he is insisting that he show her where his bicycle is in the backyard.  They proceed to go outside and remained out there for a little while.  When they came back in, she was a little red faced as our son quickly asks Jeremy and I why our little dog always gives our big dog a "hug"?  Then our son proceeds to "hump" my leg and demonstrate what he was talking about.  Wow!  That's all I can say to that.  We just tried to laugh it off and tell him that the little dog just loves his big brother.  ha!  What are the odds of a social worker being at our home at the exact same time our dogs decide to get "friendly" with each other and my child witnessing it?  Pretty much a long shot that would only happen to us.  What do you have in life if you don't have humor?  ;)