Family Foto Fun Friday "Pets"
Donna over at Double Happiness always has great FFFF (Family Foto Fun Friday) contests. I've never participated because, well, our child isn't home yet. But this week, the topic is "Pets". I couldn't resist.


Donna over at Double Happiness always has great FFFF (Family Foto Fun Friday) contests. I've never participated because, well, our child isn't home yet. But this week, the topic is "Pets". I couldn't resist.
First, a note... this obviously isn't me, but I love this picture and no, I won't be Read a book a week. On second thought, I probably won't get in an article a week unless it's about sleep strategies or how to clean up regurgitated split peas.
able to do this once I'm a mom... but I will be Wonder Woman!
Sleep in. Ever. Ever again. For as long as I live. Goodbye pillow. I'll miss you.
Leisurely walks with my dog. OK, so they aren't so leisurely. She pretty much drags me from shrub to shrub. Yes, we must sniff every leaf or else.
Dinner out whenever we want. Every night if we want to, and yes, I'll have another martini, thank you.
Friday night at the movies. With no notice. 7:10 showing? Nah, let's do the 11:15! Who cares if we're home after 1 am?!?
Let the dog have bad manners. Why isn't it OK to let her beg at the table, jump on us, wrestle with our hands or refuse to drop her toys ( or our laundry, or q-tips, or our parrot ).
Cry for no reason. Aren't moms strong, brave, impenetrable fortresses who can endure any amount of sleepless nights while keeping food on the table, holding down a full time job ( plus one ), and somehow finding time to bathe?
Love Affair with TIVO. No more hours of Lost with no break. No marathons of CSI or Crossing Jordan. Sigh. Does this mean I have to give up Spongebob? No? Thank God!
Unlimited Reality TV. Who says I can't fit in a child, dog, bird, husband, house, job, family, friends, chores, errands AND Survivor, Amazing Race, Top Chef, Project Runway, Apprentice, Clean Sweep, Trading Spaces, Deal or No Deal, and American Idol?
Cookies for Dinner. While I do a pretty good job of eating healthy, my dear husband isn't as disciplined. If he wants cookies, or chips, or nothing, that's pretty much what he has. And it's not like I'm going to cook for just myself. That's crazy talk.
Swearing. Moms say things like Darn it, Oh my Goodness, heck, etc. My dad was a trucker and we share a lot of characteristics, so maybe I just naturally have a trucker mouth.
Speeding. I've already curbed this habit. Something maternal must be happening. I thought about getting a sign that read: "Paperwork on Board", but it might cause confusion based lane wandering, thus creating an even bigger safety hazard.
Obscenely priced jeans. I have so many pairs of jeans that they are stacked in 2 piles on my closet floor . . . Only 2 pair were over $100, but still. Who do I think I am, JLO?
. . . There are many more! I thought of about 10 more while proofreading. I'll have to do it again later in the wait.
Next time, I'll itemize the things that I WILL be able to do once I become a mom. That should be interesting.
I have to run . . . My Wednesday Reality TV is starting!
We're just hanging out waiting.
Some days comfortably, knowing that the next foothold is just a little to the left and up a bit….other days, it seems like we're just barely hanging on by our fingertips, bracing for that feeling of weightlessness as we lose it and spiral downward into whatever chasm awaits us.
The word "wait" has different meaning for us than most in the China adoption process, though. I finally realized that the other night. We had a class at our agency a few days ago focusing on orphanage life and what kids go through before finding their family. It was mostly review of things I already knew, but they had a slideshow, which was interesting. There were picture of the inside of orphanages, the CCAA offices, and medical facilities. While I'm sure they only took pictures of the very best orphanages, leaving out the horror stories, it is apparent that there have been huge changes in the conditions of facilities. Thanks to donations and numerous foundations, such as Half the Sky and Love without Boundaries, better care is slowly but surely finding its way to some of the children who need it.
Anyway, we saw two couples who were in our weekend orientation class back in October. When explaining where we are in the process, I naturally mentioned that we are taking the Special Needs track and, because we are doing things backwards from what most people going SN do (selecting child profile after dossier submission, not before), we have to wait for new special needs profiles to arrive. I made the mistake of mentioning in both conversations that we are still hoping to travel by the end of this year. With both couples, I could see the joy of hearing about our process wash away as they basically heard me tell them that we will have our child home about a year and a half before them. As we drove home, I couldn't help but feel sad for not standing in their shoes first before opening my big mouth. How hard would it have been just to tell them that our dossier went to China almost 3 weeks ago and we are now awaiting our Log In Date? That would have been so simple. Shame on me for not being more sensitive.
However badly I feel for this exchange, I still feel justified in throwing my own little pity party. Yes, our timeline will be different, but I also feel a little sad for missing out on the bonding that these dossier groups will experience. More than this, I am super sad that we need to wait for the next set of special needs files to arrive at our agency. They are expecting a new batch in April, but by the time they are translated and ready for "parents in process" to review, it will be sometime in May. Because there was a chance that we wouldn't make the May 1 deadline and didn't want to put in a request for a child (I know which one, too) and wind up heartbroken, we decided to wait. At the time that didn't seem so bad. Now I know I just didn't understand yet. Thinking about the waiting is like a bruise. You know it's there and that it hurts, but you can't help but touch it to see if it hurts any less than 5 minutes ago...and yes, it still hurts. In time, it will hurt less and then finally not at all. The band aid is a smiling, crying, scared little face thousands of miles away. I know that this mini-wait that I am going on and on about is the first of many delays for us…much like the families in the Non Special Needs track, just a different flavor and not as sour. Down the road, we'll face more delays that are affecting Special Needs families such as Pre Approval, Travel Approval, and even new paperwork exchanges in between these that add another layer of waiting. New bruises to poke at. The paperwork itself was a breeze for us, despite some delays, but this waiting…I don't know how the NSN families are conjuring the strength to do it.
So, while I hang out on this cliff edge for a while, bear with me. My pity parties will hopefully be few and far between. After all, time really does fly if you let it. Before long, I'll be saying I have too much to do before we travel and NO ONE will feel sorry for me, I'm sure.
As an update on Shawn's hockey tournament up north, it didn't go so well. They only won 1 game and Shawn said the skill level, even his, did not live up to expectations. Poor thing. He did have a great time with his brother and family up there, and hopefully we'll get to see them again soon under different circumstances (maybe warmer and different). In his absence, I've been enjoying some "girl time" with my Polli. We had good times and got a lot done around the house. She is a great helper, especially when sorting laundry or making the bed. Also in Shawn's short absence, we had one day of almost 70 degree beautiful spring weather, 2 days of torrential downpours, and one day of snow flurries!
I'm hoping that we can call ourselves that someday. Once he is home and well adjusted, one of the first things I would like to do is get our son on skates. For those who don't know, Shawn is an avid hockey player and we both were at one time avid spectators. I was a huge minor league fan when I was in high school and beyond. You might even say I was a team groupie. A good friend and I used to wait outside their team bus, loiter near Thai Heaven, where they often ate their pregame meals, and were fan club members.
My big claim to hockey fame is the puck that hit me behind my ear and knocked me out during a game. How cool is that? I still have the puck as proof. I also collected hockey cards for a few years, which, when hobby turned to obsession (just one more pack of Upper Deck Premium and I'll quit), I thankfully set it aside. I still have albums full of cards that will never be worth more than a few cents each….Guys who were once pretty good in the NHL but lived in the shadows of well managed sensations…who are now running the Zamboni at their local rink and playing pick up games with regular citizens. From my years of painstakingly pricing and cataloguing cards, I did come out with a few gems. Stashed away, I have a handful of rookie cards that will make for nice heirlooms.
So, then I met Shawn, and in our first conversation at the bar (yes, we met in a bar…don't judge me) he divulged that he played hockey as a kid in Minnesota. This was only a few years after my hockey days, so I was enamored. It wasn't until years after we married that he started playing again, but once he made the decision to buy gear and join a league, there was no looking back. He's been playing ever since. Ironically, his middle brother and family moved to Alaska and now almost every member of their family plays, including my sister in law, Kristen. I'm jealous. I would love to learn to play, but I'm too fragile. Shawn jokes that I would need a full body cage just to go out on the ice.
This brings us to today, when Shawn boards a plane for Fairbanks, Alaska, to freeze his butt off in the tundra to play in a tournament with his brother. This is what a brotherly bond is…still good friends after so many years of beating each other up and wishing each other dead. Can we really have an only son? Probably not. When he's 35, our boy will need this bond. Regardless of what so many only children say, I want this for my son.
Although I won't be there for the tournament, I'll hopefully get updates on the scores. Why did I choose not to go support my husband you ask? After all, you would think airfare to Alaska from Seattle would be cheap. No. Small airport in the middle of an iceberg equals big ticket. Round trip for one is in the 600's if you're lucky. For a few days in a cold stinky ice arena, I'll pass this time. While I would have loved to see Cade & Taylor, who are growing up all too fast not to see when we can, I can't justify burning my vacation time right now. I'll need all the paid time off I can get sometime this year (hopefully).
So, wish my hubby luck as he plays a marathon of games. Here is a pic of Shawn and his brother after a game during the same tournament 4 years ago. He has none of that hair now, but the brotherly bond has endured. Good luck guys!
In advance of bringing home our child, I wanted to take a minute and thank our friends and family for referring to him only as our son. Not as our adopted child or Chinese baby. Please don't refer to his birth parents in China as his "real" parents or that we're not having a baby "of our own".
Yes, right now there is a lot of talk about China and adoption, but it is purely in discussion of the process that we are going through. While we will be involved in many Chinese based activities to help keep his heritage and culture a part of his life and will speak openly of adoption, he will be part of our family and heritage first and foremost.
I've had a couple of innocent comments hit a nerve lately and I thought it would only be fair to help those who mean well understand why certain references can seem benign but have negative impact.
Thank you for respecting this. If you would like to learn more about proper adoption vocabulary, Click Here.
Those people who are in the Non Special Needs program know that within a few month range, they will be waiting for about 22 months if they get their 6 months of paperwork completed and logged into the CCAA (China Center for Adoption Affairs) office right now. The waits for NSN are getting longer for many reasons. Probably a good topic for another post. The people getting baby referrals now have been waiting for about 16 months, but those people were also logged in late October 2005, so you can easily see that the waits are getting longer and not shorter. If we were to go the NSN route, we could let people know that we would have a referral of a girl in x age range in approx. 20-24 months, or Winter/Spring of 2009 (people would look at us funny if we said we were asking for a healthy boy…they happen, but chances are better at winning the Powerball jackpot).
To expound upon how extreme those wait times are, a gal posted on a forum recently that she and her husband had a goal to get pregnant before June so that she could have the baby and have a year go by before they get their referral. It is very possible. A bit of a gamble, but possible. How crazy is that?! For those going the NSN route, the wait will be like enduring 2.5 pregnancies. Yuck! I almost can't type that it sounds so horrible.
Well, we're going the Special Needs route, which means it completely changes our timeline. It doesn't have anything to do with the lengthening wait times, but more because we want to be guaranteed a boy and want to adopt from China. On top of that, we became enthralled with what are considered special needs in China. We felt compelled to utilize the resources we have here to bring one of those little guys home and provide the best medical care we can. I don't want it to sound like we're out to "save an orphan". I don't think that it's a healthy outlook to have on building a family. I do indeed feel that his little life will be better and that we are just doing our tiny part to end the struggle that surrounds the population problem in China. I also feel like no child should be subject to the scratch and dent pile. For those of you going for a healthy girl, please don't feel like I'm down playing your journeys to your little girls. That's definitely not the case. We are all on the same path.
So, back to my explanation of what next…
Now we start reviewing waiting child profiles. I have been looking at them for some time now and have requested full files on a few kids. One that I really started falling in love with has been matched with a family. I was so sad, but it's my own fault for getting attached when we weren't ready to officially start considering files yet. Shawn and our social worker warned me against this. I have one other file for a little boy who has been on our agency's waiting list for almost a year now. He will be 3 in August and if we travel sometime in the fall, which will put him a few months older than our target 18-36 month range. Shawn is now saying he thinks that's too old. Yes, the guy who said no babies now thinks 36 months is too old. I keep trying to tell him that a few months won't really matter considering delays, etc. We may wait until our agency gets another batch of special needs files, which should be in the next month. The longer we wait, the longer the delay in travel, but if we find our son in the next 30-60 days, by my math, we should travel sometime between Oct. 1 and Christmas.
Now I'm stuck with this in limbo feeling. I can't really shop since we don't know age, size, etc. We don't know if we'll need a crib or a regular bed, what age range of toys or books will be appropriate, etc. It's a little frustrating. I do REALLY feel now like I'm pseudo-pregnant, but a pregnant woman knows give or take a size how to prepare for the coming child. At least I can still drink wine. If not, I might survive this.
So the long winding road continues. We stopped at the stop sign on Paperchase Avenue, took a left at What Now Boulevard, and continue straight for an undetermined number of miles. If there is anything interesting to see along the way, we'll take pictures and keep you posted.
As if it weren't stressful enough going through this adoption process, my parents decided to spring on me that they are selling their house and moving to Arizona. Out of the blue on a random Sunday afternoon over sandwiches and iced tea, they just decided…
"You know, rather than refinishing those kitchen cabinets, let's just sell the house we made a home for our family 30 years ago, quit our jobs and move to Arizona."
It probably didn't happen quite like that, but I don't think I'm too far off. My dad is retired and is now a professional Judge Judy jury member, but my mom has been working for herself now for about 20 years now and it has been a great gig…but alas, it is time for her to stop doing chores and running errands for spoiled doctor's wives and kids, and enjoy life with dad on her own schedule. Since I was very young, I remember hearing nothing but horrible things about the weather and traffic of Washington State. I'm not sure why we never moved. My dad could have been a truck driver from anywhere, and same goes for my mom's status as domestic goddess. I suppose it was just the rat race that kept us in Washington and away from someplace warmer and with a much lower cost of living (seriously, do y'all know what houses and gas costs up here?).
While I was shocked that they are moving far far away and selling the only childhood home I've ever known, I am also really happy for them. I am excited for them to finally relax after decades of hard labor. Their house is on the market and creating quite a buzz. Here's to hoping it sells fast and for more that they expect!
Good luck in your next adventure mom & dad! You won't get to see your grandson as much as you might like, but he'll love visiting his grama & paga!