There’s really not much to report on the adoption front these days, but here’s an update in as much as I can give one while we sit in a holding pattern. Bee and I have finished everything that we needed to for the homestudy, and our intrepid social worker has finished a draft of our report, so we are now playing the waiting game.
Right now Bee and I are waiting for the draft to be reviewed so it can be sent back to L for any edits so it can then be sent to us for approval and then sent back to L to be sent to the placement agency. (Not confusing at all, eh?).
So, for now, we bide our time and celebrate the holidays and enjoy our time together and cross our fingers.
Last night, I had a dream that Bee and I were required to find a celebrity sponsor to complete our adoption (for what purpose, I could not tell you), so we decided to go on a road trip to track down Stephen Colbert. We found him in a warehouse in Philadelphia and convinced his children to let us talk to their dad, who pulled out a map of Peru and agreed to help us bring home the babies.
While involving celebrities would certainly make for an interesting adoption process, I’m pretty glad that that’s not an actual thing.
Though Colbert did tell me that he thought I was “salty,” so that’s…something. And if the real Mr. Colbert would like to help fund this whole operation, I certainly would not say no.
Man, adoption dreams are weird.
I’ve always enjoyed the holidays, but now that we’re in the midst of the adoption process, I’m even more aware of the traditions behind them. I’m even more aware of them passing by while we wait for our children to join our family.
This Thanksgiving, Bee and I hosted a great mish-mash of our family members: my parents, grandmother, and little sister and his little sister and her husband and children. We had a full house and good food, and we were lucky enough to have the kids stay with us for a few days.
With my niece and nephew (aged 2 and 7, respectively), I got to try out some new traditions and see the holiday in a different way. We cooked together, assembled gingerbread houses, went for walks, played with the dogs, competed at video games, and went to D.C. to check out some museums and sights.
At our turkey dinner, we talked about the things we were thankful for. My nephew is thankful that he got to make cranberry sauce with me and that he’s going to have two cousins to play with one day. My niece is thankful for pie and candy. I’m thankful that my kiddos will have such nice cousins in their lives.
Since I will probably be too busy tomorrow to log on, Happy Thanksgiving to you all!
I’m thankful that tomorrow I’ll be hosting a full house of family members, including my favorite niece and nephew. I’m thankful that all of my food and house prep has gone well so far. I’m thankful for all of you readers out there who have given me support and food for thought. I’m thankful for the wonderful friends and family and dogs, who make my life far better than it has any right to be. I’m thankful for Bee, who is the best friend I’ve ever had and an awfully swell husband too. I’m thankful that we got to start the adoption process this year, and I’m looking forward to the day that our own children will be sitting at the table with their cousins.
Maybe next year?