Well, hej strangers =O)  Actually just been caught up in my own world right now.  I am proud to say that my littlest one - the one that the nurses were ready to write off and label something he isn't is making such amazing progress.  He said his first sentence - mommie buy this.  It was over the H2O vac.  Yes, he is in love with vacumes=O)  Working with him is helping.  He is more communicative, saying words he never did before like when he told me to look at the birds.  But we still have a ways to go...I know this, but I know he'll make it.

 

I was considering closing this down because of everything that is coming at me all at once.  It was a bit overwhelming and yes I know its life, deal with it.  I may hang out here a bit longer....but I'm so dang flighty anymore theres absolutely no telling.

 

Last week the police called to inform me that my son broke a law.  Ok.  In normal circumstances cops totally freak me out, blame it on my youth.  But in a foreign country?  All kinds of things were running through my mind.  I know, I know, stupid movies.  But I have to admit it does make one nervous when they have to deal with the police in another country that is not their home.

 

In our case, because my teen was turning 18 before the meeting, I did not have to go because here in Sweden, you are an adult.  This means, that you are not informed about education - if they are showing up, skipping, or failing, if they get birth control, or if they have an abortion, or anything.  They are adults in the eye of the law.  On one hand, I have no issues with it, on the other I do.  Just because you are 18 does not mean you have the brains to deal with adult situations.  But I won't go into that....mabye that will be for another post.

 

So because he is an adult, I didn't have to go unless I wanted to, and if I did they would not provide an interpreter for me.  Are you kidding me?!  No translator?  So, my husband I spent last week and part of this week trying to find someone that could go with him.  Nada. Zilch.  I of course kept thinking how pathetic we are because we don't have a list of friends to go through...but once again, its Sweden and that too is for another post if I haven't already griped about it.

 

Now my mother-in-law can be a thorn in my side.  But when you are dealing with big stuff, she is the one to have in your corner....she knows people.  One call from her and my translator was scheduled.  The sad thing is that on Wednesday was his birthday and Thursday was the meeting with the cop.  We get up early, butterflies fluttering and headed out.  When we got there, I expected to see him in his uniform, but no, he was in jeans and a t-shirt.  Of course this didn't help me, because I started sweating like a stuck pig.  I don't know what I expected really, maybe a bare room with a bright light shining down on us, and mean cops threatening to beat us or something.  But no....he sat there asked him questions, he answered, my translator - well, translated, all while I was trying to secretly wipe my sweat off.

 

What came down to was that he had a knife on him in a public place which is against the law here.  Having a knife on you here is equal to having a concealed weapon in the states.  Because his record is completely bare, he could only get a lecture or a 800 kronor fine.  But that is up to the prosecutor.  We shall see.  All in all, it wasn't as bad as I thought.  Of course, we won't be doing that again....ever.