Brad Paisley sings a song called "Waiting on a Woman". The video is pretty cool as it showcases Andy Griffith and his advice to Brad. I don't have too much in common with the character in the song as Melissa is usually prompt and timely. In fact, she will say that I'm the one that causes her to wait. Obviously I disagree with that, but don't tell her. I'm not scared of her, but we'll let her have her thoughts.
Back to my dilemma. I am waiting on a daughter. No more news as of yet, just more waiting. Perhaps this is a prelude of things to come. I'm hoping not, but you never know. We have our own waiting problems dealing with the boys. They will get sidetracked and take forever to get ready. If you turn the TV on, you might as well forget about it. Adding a daughter may slow down the process of getting somewhere, but as the song suggests, it will be worth it. So, we will continue to wait and keep you updated as soon as we know anything.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Different than us, but the same
So, a while back, Reagan informed us he didn't think he wanted a black baby sister. At first, this startled us a little. We don't know what may have triggered his thoughts since he and the other boys knew from the start that our new addition would be from Ethiopia and she would indeed be considered black. We didn't panic, but we were curious why he would be worried? He did what any other 5 year old did and told us he didn't know. Perhaps just a random thought, perhaps just a feeling of someone new coming into the family, or perhaps just a change that facilitates conversation? We may never know his rationale at that moment, but the rest of the story is pretty cool.
Late Saturday after Isaac's basketball game, we went out to eat at Chilis. Food was good, conversation was good and laughter abounded as we shared stories. Melissa and I sat on one side of the booth and the boys sat on the other side. We finished our meal, rather we ate all we could and got a to-go box and then ordered dessert. Funny, since the boys were full yet ate all the dessert. Isn't that the way it's suppose to work? Anyway, as we were eating our dessert, a family sat down in the booth behind the boy's side. A mother, father, 3 boys and a baby girl. Melissa and I immediately noticed the little girl. Just as cute as could be with curly hair and full of energy. I would say she was about 2 years old. The family was as white as our faimily, with the exception of the little girl. She was noticably darker in skin color. Obviously, our minds went into an adoption mode. The little girl was at the end of the table in a high chair so we had a clear view. She looked our way and we started making a connection. We let the boys in on our fun and then Reagan immediately got out of the booth to investigate. We told him to say hi and she would probably respond. He did and she smiled and they had a moment of 5 year old to 2 year old communication. Whatever that entails. They both laughed. Melissa took this opportunity to inform Reagan that his baby sister may be like this little girl. He seemed to be more at ease with this as it was a visual illustration of something going on only in his mind.
During this process, we have been open and tried to explain everything to the boys. We can't control their thoughts or questions. We encourage them to ask questions so they might better understand. The funny thing is, Reagan is not the only one who has posed this same question. We have been asked numerous times why we chose Ethiopia. Truth is, we have reasons and it makes sense to us. Ethiopia or America, white or black doesn't matter to us as we will love that little girl just as much as if we brought her home from the hospital. Although she will look different on the outside, she will be the same as our family on the inside and that is what matters.
Late Saturday after Isaac's basketball game, we went out to eat at Chilis. Food was good, conversation was good and laughter abounded as we shared stories. Melissa and I sat on one side of the booth and the boys sat on the other side. We finished our meal, rather we ate all we could and got a to-go box and then ordered dessert. Funny, since the boys were full yet ate all the dessert. Isn't that the way it's suppose to work? Anyway, as we were eating our dessert, a family sat down in the booth behind the boy's side. A mother, father, 3 boys and a baby girl. Melissa and I immediately noticed the little girl. Just as cute as could be with curly hair and full of energy. I would say she was about 2 years old. The family was as white as our faimily, with the exception of the little girl. She was noticably darker in skin color. Obviously, our minds went into an adoption mode. The little girl was at the end of the table in a high chair so we had a clear view. She looked our way and we started making a connection. We let the boys in on our fun and then Reagan immediately got out of the booth to investigate. We told him to say hi and she would probably respond. He did and she smiled and they had a moment of 5 year old to 2 year old communication. Whatever that entails. They both laughed. Melissa took this opportunity to inform Reagan that his baby sister may be like this little girl. He seemed to be more at ease with this as it was a visual illustration of something going on only in his mind.
During this process, we have been open and tried to explain everything to the boys. We can't control their thoughts or questions. We encourage them to ask questions so they might better understand. The funny thing is, Reagan is not the only one who has posed this same question. We have been asked numerous times why we chose Ethiopia. Truth is, we have reasons and it makes sense to us. Ethiopia or America, white or black doesn't matter to us as we will love that little girl just as much as if we brought her home from the hospital. Although she will look different on the outside, she will be the same as our family on the inside and that is what matters.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Federal fingerprinting
So I decided, Sunday was my day to blog. I plan on blogging at least every Sunday from here on out, if not more frequently. I've decided to take on the name of "Billy Bloginator". Pretty cool, huh? I came up with that myself on the spot. That's how I roll.
Thursday finally arrived and none too soon. We applied October 30th and went to Anchorage Janurary 14th. Not too bad of a wait I guess. Since it was out of our hands, we had to hurry up and wait for the government to process our application.
Getting into the Department of Homeland Security Office was a little intimidating. The metal detector wasn't bad (I did find out Melissa was holding out with some change in her pocket that she didn't declare to the officer), but then we had to wait in a room as officials passed by. I think they assume we know what we are doing. Obviously they were wrong and we sat there like knots on a log waiting for someone to have the mercy to help out. We were the only one in the waiting area, so it wasn't too hard to figure we were the ones with the appointment. We filled out a form and waited. Another official checked our ID and we waited. Another official took our papers and then we waited. Finally, he took me back, rolled my fingers over a digital scanner for three minutes, then told me I was through. Melissa went in and returned in about the same time frame. So we waited 2 1/2 months for our 6 minutes of scanning. There must be a reason. Seriously, there must be.
Now we wait some more for the return, then we start sending in our stuff. I would go into more detail about the stuff, but Melissa says I don't know as much about the adoption process as her and I don't want to give away that I do, er do not. Whatever. Can she look at a periphereal blood smear and tell you the different cells? Now what!
Thursday finally arrived and none too soon. We applied October 30th and went to Anchorage Janurary 14th. Not too bad of a wait I guess. Since it was out of our hands, we had to hurry up and wait for the government to process our application.
Getting into the Department of Homeland Security Office was a little intimidating. The metal detector wasn't bad (I did find out Melissa was holding out with some change in her pocket that she didn't declare to the officer), but then we had to wait in a room as officials passed by. I think they assume we know what we are doing. Obviously they were wrong and we sat there like knots on a log waiting for someone to have the mercy to help out. We were the only one in the waiting area, so it wasn't too hard to figure we were the ones with the appointment. We filled out a form and waited. Another official checked our ID and we waited. Another official took our papers and then we waited. Finally, he took me back, rolled my fingers over a digital scanner for three minutes, then told me I was through. Melissa went in and returned in about the same time frame. So we waited 2 1/2 months for our 6 minutes of scanning. There must be a reason. Seriously, there must be.
Now we wait some more for the return, then we start sending in our stuff. I would go into more detail about the stuff, but Melissa says I don't know as much about the adoption process as her and I don't want to give away that I do, er do not. Whatever. Can she look at a periphereal blood smear and tell you the different cells? Now what!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Christmas money
The boys got money for Christmas and decided to go to Build A Bear. Here are the results:
Isaac made a monkey with ninja clothes, his name is Moe
Levi made a dog dressed in a football uniform, his name is Chris.
Reagan made Alvin from Alvin and the chipmunks!
There you have it, fun times spent at Build A Bear with dinner at Outback before. Fun times with the family tonight, if we just had baby Z with us it would of been perfect!
Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone Melissa
Isaac made a monkey with ninja clothes, his name is Moe
Levi made a dog dressed in a football uniform, his name is Chris.
Reagan made Alvin from Alvin and the chipmunks!
There you have it, fun times spent at Build A Bear with dinner at Outback before. Fun times with the family tonight, if we just had baby Z with us it would of been perfect!
Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone Melissa
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