I got to see Austin again yesterday.  According to the divorce decree, my “parenting times” have to be supervised.  That’s because I failed to get a new psychological assessment within 30 days from the decree (which came out on  May 8, 2008).  Judge Jay Quam ordered that because Sara (not her real name), characterized me as a nut case.

Nevertheless, now that I’m back (sort of), I have signed up with this organization called “Perspectives” in St. Louis Park.  My first time seeing Austin was in November, just a week or so before Thanksgiving.  The sessions are only an hour long from 3 – 4 (that will gradually increase).

It’s been so tough getting over there from Burnsville because I don’t have a car or license yet.  I have had to rely on others to drive me there.  I’m getting so tired of asking people for rides.  I hate being such a burden.  Yesterday, I got there really late.  I’m supposed to be there at 2:30, but the place is so tucked away and hard to get to.  Since I never drive, I don’t pay much attention and so we got lost.

In any event, it was only 3:05 and I still had most of the time to spend with my son.  I couldn’t believe how talkative he was this time!  He’s really feeling more and more comfortable with me.  We just sat on the floor and watched Ratatouille and he was obsessed with this Wac-a-mole tower thingy.  For almost the entire time, he just kept pounding the little plastic mole trying to hit the bell.  He even asked me if he could take it home with him.

I asked him if he had a tricycle or anything. He told me that he doesn’t but that Taylor (his “sister”), has one AND a bike.  (I wasn’t sure up until then how old she was, meaning, I didn’t know if his mommy had been pregnant again or not.)  Evidently, Austin’s “other daddy” (that’s what he calls him), is a divorcee as well.

I can’t wait for the whether to get warmer so we can run and play outside.