In Summary

In case you are new to the blog, or just haven't visited in a while, welcome! To all you regulars, thanks for coming back!

Here's where we stand, in a nutshell (feel free to click on underlined words, which indicate links to other blog posts).

In early October 2008 we made the decision to adopt a baby, and decided to create a blog as a journal of events. We decided to use the LDS Family Services Agency and were finally approved for adoption on Feb 4, 2009, which basically meant that they deemed us worthy to be adoptive parents and that a birthmother could choose us any time.

At the end of May 2009, we began thinking a little more globally and decided to adopt internationally through Adoption Advocates International (AAI). We had to choose a country, so in Mid-June we decided that we wanted to adopt from Ethiopia. The "approved" date for international adoption is determined by the date your dossier is sent to the country, which happened on Sep 11, 2009. We will hopefully find out next Spring that we have a referral. Then we'd hope to be able to go pick him up in Ethiopia towards the end of Summer or Fall of 2010.

Over the past year we had a few times where we were selected by a birthmother, or gave our information to a birthmother for consideration. There has been a lot of thought, prayers, tears, and joys throughout the process. We recognize that we've been pretty blessed in many ways, and though some times have been difficult, we're grateful that we were led down the current path.

Most recently (early Oct, 2009) we submitted our information to another adoption agency (A Act of Love) for a baby boy in Florida. On Oct 13th we found out that we had been chosen for him! Since he is in State custody there has been a lot of legal red tape to get through. You'd think Carrie and I would be better at being patient by now, but we apparently haven't learned that lesson yet. We thought the last possible delay would end yesterday, but we found out today that it will be 2 or more weeks before we even find out when we can go pick him up. We were sure we'd have him by Halloween, then by my birthday, then for SURE by Thanksgiving. Now we're just praying to have him home by Christmas. We'll keep the door open for him though, no matter when he comes :o).

And We're Getting All Kind of Impatient...Waiting

We are one step closer to picking up our little boy. We're now waiting for a court date wherein the birthfather denies paternity (again) or just doesn't show up, which, in effect, says the same thing.

The theme-song for our adoption has always been this song. The words have never been more true these past 4 weeks.



It's faith that has kept me from going crazy these past few weeks. I can't give any other explanation to the fact that I've remained calm amidst the uncertainty of quitting my job and not knowing for sure if this thing was going to happen. (In effect, feeling like I've jumped off a cliff without a parachute.)

Someday we'll post all the details surrounding this adoption so you can all understand exactly what's been going through our minds but, like I've said to Zack, this is either exactly what Heavenly Father wants us to do and this boy's plan was always to be part of our family...or we've just made the dumbest decision of our lives.
I'm going with the first one.

Teddy Afro

This guy is supposedly the "Michael Jackson" of Ethiopia.
I like it. (Just don't mind the dancing ladies wearing bikinis.)
Now where to find a CD?



Here are the lyrics in case you wanted to sing along.

"Ayinoche ayayu, birhan yelachew
Belijinete, diro atichachew
Liben tesemaw, engida neger
Mirkuz yije new, yemiyawkegn hager
Alem tayechign, be’anchi wist hona
Befikir kuraz, be’lambadina
Ahun aye ayine, ahun aye ayine
Ahun aye ayine, ahun aye ayine
(Lamba-dina, lamba…)
Meshito ayine be’lijinete
Merikagn sitimot enatee
Welell welel alelign
Be’fikir bira endalechign
Anchi lay wesida talechign
(lambadina)
Ye’emiye semiro timbitua
Wedaj agegnehu ke’anjetua
(welel welel aleligne)
Kuraze lik ende’maye
Anchi nesh lambadinaye
(lambadina)
Lambadina, lambadina
Lambadina, lambadina
lambadina honshilet
le’ayine, le’ayine mebrat
(Lamba-dina, lamba…)
Endatikorabet ayinihin
Fikir yalnekaw libihin
(welel welel alelign)
Bemayet silematibelitegn
Na menetsiren lewitegn
(Lambadina)
Fikir yelelew ayinama
Weitotal ena chelema
(welel, welel aleligne)
Sew wedo sew yalwededew
Mikruzen meto yiwsedew
(Lambadina)
Lambadina, lambadina
Lambadina, lambadina
lambadina honshilet
le’ayine, le’ayine mebrat
ye’ayine mekresu
badonewmayet lebichaw
mindinewsayay yamene
siterawey fikir meto siyaberaw
Ahun aye ayine, ahun aye ayine
Ahun aye ayine, ahun aye ayine"

I'm pretty sure I have the chorus down. The rest will need some work.

...In Which Carrie Rants

Three weeks ago, when we "signed up" with this agency and were chosen to adopt this little boy, we talked to the agency and asked them if we needed to be fingerprinted. LDSFS was telling everyone they had to, so we figured this agency would be the same. "Oh no, you don't have to be fingerprinted..." they said.
They said.
Fast forward THREE WEEKS to this week when they call us and let us know that hmmm, I think we actually do need to be fingerprinted. Would we mind taking these fingerprint cards to our local police station, getting fingerprinted, getting two money orders payable to the U.S. Treasury, and then mailing them to them so we can then mail them to the FBI in West Virginia for processing?
Seriously?
Three weeks ago you didn't know that we'd need fingerprinting done? We've been sitting on our thumbs for three weeks waiting for everything to happen and NOW we find out about this? So now, instead of just waiting for our bonehead attorney in Florida to call (us or even make some sort of contact since his initial (and ONLY) call 3 weeks ago) and let us know when we can come out, we are also waiting for the FBI to receive our prints in the mail, process them, and then send them back. I don't have a time-frame on how long that's supposed to take, but it's the FBI in WEST VIRGINIA and the USPS. You do the math. I'm thinking 3 weeks minimum. If it turns out we have to wait another 3 weeks before we can pick up this baby I...well, I can't easily describe how I'll feel or what I'll want to do to certain people. I can't really do anything about it. No one can make up the time we're losing every day we don't have our son with us. He's almost 3 months old. When we started all of this he wasn't even 2 months old. Some things you can pay back. When time with your child is lost, you can't get it back. We're already going to have to deal with lost time when we go to Ethiopia. I was hoping we wouldn't have the same problem with a domestic adoption.
So this morning we got up and headed over to the police station where a friend of ours in our ward (who happens to be a police officer) did our fingerprinting for us. I then headed over to the credit union to get two money orders and then I headed down to the agency's office (I wasn't going to wait for the postal system to send these to Sandy when I have LOADS of free time on my hands.) where they inform me that the policy just changed and now both Zack and I have to sign the letter that goes with our fingerprints to the FBI. It used to be the agency could just sign it. (Are you kidding me? I want to ask. Is this the first adoption you've ever done? I want to ask. But I don't.) So, what do I do? I drive to Zack's work and have him sign the letter. Then I head over to the post office where I try to over-night this letter to West Virginia. The lady there tells me that "over-night" really means it's only guaranteed within 2 days and this letter will get there on Saturday if I over-night it today (since it's going to such a rural part of the country, so she says). If I used priority mail it will get there on Monday. Get there on Saturday and sit until Monday, or just get there on Monday...? I decide to save $15 and just have it sent priority mail.

And that's my day.
It's 4:00 in the afternoon and I haven't done anything I had planned on doing today. But that's okay. My motivation to do anything worthwhile and in preparation for our baby kind of lost steam when we got word from the agency, who talked to our attorney (who's paying this guy, anyway?) who told them that he's trying to see the judge this week to "finalize everything". Whatever that means. And he's at a funeral today but his secretary is working on things. And if he can't see the judge this week he's tempted to drive up to where the baby is and just get him. What in the crap does THAT mean?

My plan for today was to deep-clean the bedroom, trim the roses for winter and do some weeding. I think I'll have time to do that next week now. Instead, I'm going to make cookies, sit on the couch and read the book that I was saving for my flight to Florida.

They say having to go through stuff like this is "labor" for adoptive parents. At least when you're in real labor you can have drugs.

*Update: I could't make cookies because don't have any butter or margarine. Could this day BE any worse? That's it. I'm just eating the chocolate chips.

Time Has a Funny Way...

Call it interesting, or cool, or whatever. There's no REAL meaning to it. I don't think the odds are in our favor, but I just think it would be pretty...something... if we were to find out that we could pick up Caleb this Wednesday. You know, exactly 9 months to the day after this post.

It's Never Been So Real

Work and Babies. Both seem to me like an endless dangling carrot. My project at work is behind schedule and it seems that every time a problem has been solved, another one pops up. Such is the life of an engineer. Each problem can be an exciting challenge to figure out and solve. I really enjoy that very thing. However, it has started to feel like I'm fighting a battle that can't be won no matter how hard I try or how good my methods are.

Ditto that for babies.

Whether it is a new Thermal Block or a new baby, I can't keep myself from having so much hope, even though my brain tells me that this will just be another let down. With work and babies, my brain has been right so much lately that it just seems like the end will never come (yeah, yeah, enjoy the journey...whatever. I do that too :o) ).

SO, the point I'm trying to make as I take a break from boxing up all of Carrie's things, is that one thing that makes this feel real to me, is Carrie leaving her job. Today is her last day.

Let me take this moment to let you all know what an incredible teacher she is. I'm sure lots of husbands think that about their teacher wives, but I have reason to believe Carrie is truly exceptional. I've witnessed it in action many times, and just stood in awe. She is extremely intelligent. She is very creative and innovative in finding ways to help kids learn in their own style. Watching her makes me fiercely protective whenever I hear people badmouthing public schools. Her's is a very challenging school with a high rate of turnover and a lot of parents who don't know how to properly be involved in the lives of their kids. It isn't easy, but she makes a difference for these kids, and she's stayed at this school for 10 years when most teachers go to some other school the first chance they get. She's calm and stable and confident and loving. I think there are only a couple teachers who have been here longer, and I know I never had a teacher with such a great collection of qualities for teaching (except her of course :o) ). They will definitely miss her, but we'll miss them too. They've made good friends. They've made her a stronger person, and she'll be a better Mom because of this school. I'm forever grateful. (Like I just told Carrie, "Real Men don't use tissues when they cry!")

I'm distractable, but I'm cool with that.

So anyway, I'm pretty full of emotion right now because of how I already miss Carrie's school, combined with how happy I am she's moving on, combined with how real it feels that a new journey is right around the corner. And I'm excited for it :o)

More "Not Terrible" News

So, word on the street, or in our case from our agency, is that in court today the birthmother "stood by her surrender". Meaning she still plans to place this baby for adoption. Meaning we will get to bring him home. But probably not this week.

Soooo, YEA for good news! BOO for having to wait longer.