Saturday, September 15, 2007
Neither of us had experienced anything quite like it before. An officer led us into a little room at the adult detention center. There was a huge machine with a screen and a glass pad where she rolled our fingers and thumbs to get good fingerprints of us. There's a new way of doing it now--no ink, no mess. We felt a little bit criminal amongst the orange jumpsuits and security officers. It was our last step in this whole foster care licensing process (except for one more three-hour class we have to take to learn how to strap a car seat into a car). Once our background checks come back, we'll finally have our license, after several months of classes, interviews, and home inspections. They're very thorough. I'm glad. There are a lot of weirdos out there. We've learned a lot and feel semi-prepared for what we're about to get into. A little excited. A little apprehensive. Way blessed for the families we grew up in.
We thought we should take our own mug shots since they didn't take any. :) After several failed attempts at keeping a straight face, we were finally able to snap these pics.