Thursday, April 30, 2009

8 Weeks and Counting

Finally, my favorite number eight has come. Eight weeks have passed since mailing off our dossier. It's been a great week for me because I've let go of impatience and expectations completely. I honestly don't expect a referral, but at the same time know that it could come at any time. Daniel, on the other hand, has surpassed impatience and fallen into "disappointment".... I keep hoping he can let go, but it really is so difficult when we sense the referral coming right around the corner. Such a monumental day that will be!

Oh, and no. Daniel's brother Alex didn't make it last evening. He was driving from Missouri back to Colorado, and by the time he was getting close to Lawrence it was way too late in the evening with everyone in bed, so we had to say "Maybe next time." Life is funny.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Story Time

Andrew and Sky both love reading to Cecilia on weekdays prior to school. It's touching because I always see our future Amelie sitting there, getting lavished with attention by her watchful and affectionate older brothers.

Maybe, Maybe Not

I think I'll believe it when I see it. Or should I say "him?" It has been 7-8 years since we've seen Daniel's older brother, Alex. He and Daniel were glued at the hip growing up (Irish twins at only 18 months apart), but Alex lives in Gunnison, Colorado and we just don't see him at all. He's never met Sky and Andrew which is so wrong! Anyway, he's visiting their mom in Missouri and may be swinging by this evening for a short visit. He's never seen our home or our children, so it will be an event to record indeed! Sky has always asked about his mysterious uncle Alex (or "Peebs" as he's nicknamed), and he even wonders if he really exists. Can't blame him there. Like I said, if I see him walk through our front door I'll believe it. For now I'm not holding my breath, but it would certainly be wonderful for him to finally meet his two nephews!

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

La Primavera es Bella!

Oh, what an absolutely gorgeous day! With rains and cloud cover all weekend, and drizzle yesterday, my brain is soaking up the sun's rays as they stream into my windows. The birds are chirping and the skies are so clear.

I spent yesterday painting over the accent wall around our fireplace. For almost six years it's been a terrible pink/mauve with red stenciled starbursts. Don't ask me what I was thinking, but I do recall the mauve looked very different in the store on the color swatch- more of an earthy brown with a hint of rose. It was all wrong, but I left it because, prior to moving in, we had to paint every single wall. The accent wall is a calming, sage green color and it finally matches the Taos clay tiles we installed around the fireplace. I'm looking for a Diego Rivera print to frame and hang above it; I'm working hard at incorporating more Latin American things into our home. This weekend I hung a colorful Mayan coconut mask in our kitchen, and Sky was very pleased. The Rivera print we find has to have Calla lilies in it because one of our fireplace tiles has those lilies (they're one of my favorite flowers).
I'm living more in the moment these days, not heavily focused on Amelie's referral. I feel more calm and focused, less scattered. Our agency's director is in Ethiopia right now, visiting the staff at Le Toukoul, gathering updates on reffered children and possibly bringing some new referrals back. I look forward to great news from several families, but am not attached to the idea that we'll be one of them. I do have some comfort knowing our director may be seeing Amelie, along with two other families who are there now. We'll see her beautiful face at the right and perfect time.
For now, I'm off the internet. I'm spending even less time on here these days and it's been great in helping me get more focused at home. I'm off to inhale some fresh Spring air!

Monday, April 27, 2009

Sky's Self-Portrait

All the 1st graders have their self-portraits hanging in the hallway, and when I first saw this I just loved it!

Liam Today

Here's Liam in Daniel's car after his med-check appointment this morning. I was so happy to get this in my mailbox. He's such a sweetheart; my favorite 14 year old!

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Monkeying Around

Daniel and Andrew went downtown to Sunflower Bike & Outdoor to get more sturdy training wheels put on his bike today. Andrew had a lot of fun on their climbing wall, and I'm told he did very well (a natural climber). But, I'm sorry to say he's also a natural klutz and the idea of him climbing in the Rockies gives us the willies! Seriously, he's nicknamed "Kramer" for a reason.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Lawn Training

What better way to warm up for a soccer game this morning than a quick run around the yard? Not to mention the benefit of training Sky to be our future lawn mower!

Friday, April 24, 2009

7 Weeks

It's too funny. I just posted and deleted it because I said we'd hit the 8 week mark, when it was really the 7 week mark yesterday. We're GOING ON 8 weeks. I can't help it because I love the number 8...it's my favorite!

Anyway, yesterday marked 7 weeks since sending our dossier off. This coming Thursday will be 8 weeks, and I'll rejoice because we'll be halfway to Amelie if the wait goes the full 16 weeks (that's mid-June at the latest). I'm not preoccupied with the wait these days due to amazing weather and new outdoor projects. My endorphins are going, and I must be reaching a "gardener's high" with my fatigued, worked-out body humming and an overall sense of giddy-ness and 'take on the world mentality'! Maybe it's all the sunlight? I'm also feeling a great deal more patience and trust regarding the process. I know we'll be referred the right and perfect child for us at the right and perfect time.

Tomorrow I get to watch Sky play soccer for the first time this season and I'm so excited. We're praying for no rain!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Happy Birthday Daniel!

It's Daniel's birthday today, so Andrew was giving him some extra love and attention this evening. He kept sitting up on the sofa, holding Daddy's face and looking into his eyes. He kept his hand on his face for quite some time and I finally had to take a picture with the phone. Andrew is begging for a copy so he can keep it in his room. Priceless.

Indian-African Beats

Andrew's latest craze is playing both the Indian tabla and African djembe together after dinner every evening. Last night he and Sky played as a duo, but tonight he went solo. I went outside and I could hear our house vibrating from the curb!

PS- Andrew has been eating like a fiend these days with no incidents of gagging/upchucking. He's actually beginning to nag me often for food because he's hungry (music to my ears), and when he eats he's been asking for seconds. Hmm.... what's happening to our boy?!

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Food = Love

Food is so deeply symbolic, and it carries an energy vibration with it. When we consume food that is prepared by angry people, I believe we consume that energy and it becomes a subtle part of ourselves. When a meal is prepared with love, it is infused with that higher vibration, so to speak, and we reap the benefits.

Daniel and I have been giving a great deal of thought to Andrew's history with food, eating and meal times. As an infant he didn't have bottles, rather he was fed water-buffalo milk on a spoon. He wasn't just deprived of the warmth of skin contact through breast feeding, but he was also denied the instictive act of suckling. We don't know how much nourishment can be offered on spoons, nor how much time was spent on each feeding. It sounds time-consuming! It's very possible that he was used to going hungry. After that, at a larger orphanage (Bal Vikas) he was one of many children and they were all lined up, while handfuls of food were impersonally stuffed into their mouths by hand. Some of the kids, including Andrew, were yelled at and hit during meal times. Andrew was occasionally sent to the director's office during meal times, and he was beaten there for whatever reason. Food equaled lack, cruelty and fear. He was also locked in a dark room overnight and denied food for many hours. When we first met him you could see every rib, and we saw bones sticking out that we never knew about. Bottom line, food does not equal love in Andrew's mind. Not yet, anyway. All the negativity surrounding food, both through experiences and energy vibration have prevented him from making that connection.

Because of all this, Daniel and I are implementing a strategy to help him make the connection. The connection that food nourishes, and that food is love itself. It comes from our Mother (Earth), and then the mother (me) gives it with love to her children. We will be outwardly demonstrating this to Andrew. I'll tell him how much I thought about him while preparing the food, that my heart was happy, and that love and happiness is inside the food. We'll both be blessing the children's plates in front of them, and when they eat the food, they'll be eating our love. It sounds almost simplistic, but it's so real and powerful. In addition, we'll be giving him a lot of physical reinforcement while he eats. With his sensory integration problems, touch helps him integrate and process information. We'll offer lots of hugs, back & shoulder rubs during meal times. We'll see how this goes, and do it as long as it takes.

Cat's Outa the Bag

Very, very interesting. We had a sitter come over last evening so Daniel and I could share our usual weekly meal out, alone together. We ate at a delicious Greek restaurant; Daniel got his fix of salmon while I had my favorite felafel platter. Before we left the house, Andrew was set up at the table with his dinner. The sitter came in and sat with him (as we asked her to). After we left we're told he had no problem eating. Again, this afternoon we ate a pancake lunch at the church-- 3 pancakes and a cinnamon roll on his plate. He told us he was "full" after one small pancake, but we told him he has to finish or eat a lunch when he gets home. He sulked, groaned, and then started eating just fine....no gagging, vomiting, burping, nothing. All peaceful and normal.

This was eye-opening after the breakfast and lunch he up chucked on the table yesterday, not to mention the previous 6 days of meal dramas. I mentioned to him that I found it interesting that he didn't throw up at church while eating such a big meal. He looked at me whispering "Well, it would be too embarrassing if I did that there." I said "Aaaaah, so you have a choice? You can choose when you want to do it, and when you don't?" He wouldn't answer me, looked down and started changing the subject. I repeated my question, demanding that he answer me, and he finally admitted "Okay, yes! Yes, I can do it when I want to! I didn't want to do it at church Mom!" He was very annoyed. Aha! we got our confession at last.

He's pushing boundaries, looking for how much control he can have and how far out his boundaries go. With the damage he could do to his esophagus, teeth and digestive system I think we're on the right track. He's old enough for us to implement some pretty harsh consequences for the behavior if it arises again, and now we have no doubt he can control it. We'll remind him of the pancake meal, and he'll have no defense... As sad and strange as it is, I can't help finding the humor in it all. There's humor in everything, thank God!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Timeline, Schmimeline...

I finally looked over the database of timelines posted on our adoption agency's Yahoo Group. It lists countless families and their age ranges requested, dates their dossiers went to DC, Ethiopia, and how long they awaited referrals. I'm feeling better and more at ease about the process now, and can realistically see our referral coming in around mid-May. Speculation, yes, but judging from many other referrals, quite possible.

Now, to focus on other things! The referral will come when we aren't agonizing or fretting about it any more.

Look Ma, No Food!

It's a dreary and wet day, but the smells outside are heavenly. Daniel and I stepped outside with Sky and Andrew for the dreamy scent of earth. Despite how drenched everything is after last night's rain, Sky has a soccer game today....that should be interesting. Andrew attended his Indian singing class this morning, and his creative theatre workshop yesterday went very well (he said his peers were asking for his autograph). He's doing well in many areas lately, but we're seeing a new and disturbing behavior emerging.

I hesitated to share this, but it's becoming so pervasive and difficult. I know there are other families who cope with these types of issues, and they can be common in older adopted children, but usually surface shortly after coming home. Andrew has never demonstrated anything like this for more than two years. Brace yourself because it's not pleasant-- At meal times he's begun a very systematic regurtitation of his food. I'm not talking about a slight gag or spit up- he does that, but it keeps resulting in the entire contents of his stomach ending up on the table. It's been happening about 6 days, and has been increasing in frequency. After close observation, we've noticed it only happens when he's alone at the table, and it never happens outside the home. He eats fine at school and restaurants. We have family meals in the evenings and he usually devours his plate during conversation. It only happens when he's alone at the table: **Light Bulb** **Red Light** **What's Up With That?!**

I've heard about internationally adopted children regurtitating like this on a regular basis, but it usually surfaces shortly after coming home due to cultural changes, stress, smaller stomachs, etc. Andrew's stomach has already grown accustomed to larger meals and American foods, so it's perplexing and most likely "control" oriented. I will say that we sit with him at the table when we can, but with 4 kids that's not always possible. If we're not sitting next to him, waching him eat as the "center of our universe" he directs us back through this unsavory behavior. Granted, it may be unconscious, it is still clearly purposeful.

Since it's behaviorally-based, we've put our foot down by removing his plate when he starts gagging, and require him to remain at the table until he stops. Otherwise he keeps taking bites against our advice, as if he needs those additional bites to enable him to puke more easily. But he's not allowed to simply get out of eating (which is what he wants). He literally could go all day without food, unless it's chocolate cream pies, of course- in that case he could seriously eat a whole pie.
After he stops the gagging he's required to resume eating. We keep going through this cycle until he realizes that no matter how much he gags or throws up he still has to eat. It's quite a drama, really, but we keep the attention to a minimum through the entire process. If we didn't handle it this way, we can see how it could result in him just walking away from every meal because he supposedly can't stomach food. Talk about a potential for serious eating disorders! Interestingly, this behavior sprung up at precisely the same time he started demonstrating a need for negative attention at all costs. I'd say 80% of all weekends he has orchestrated one large drama or another (he is a Thespian at heart, after all!) and his need to be the "center of negative attention" has increased considerably. When he throws up he immediately calls for us, says "Look, don't you feel bad for me?" and if he doesn't get much attention (like me cleaning it up without any talking) he purposely spills his water and announces it, expecting us to come running. He then increases in volume, bangs the table and finally stops when he realizes we're ignoring the negative behaviors. I go to him immediately when he uses a kind tone and good manners. Sounds fun, doesn't it? Just a typical weekend here in the Peebles' home.

I'm humored because after all his throwing up at the table, when he's finally gotten food down his tummy (usually after about two hours) we hand him a 350 calorie weight-gain shake and he chugs it down with ease, along with any rich and gooey dessert placed before him! Those shakes alone would nauseate me after any meal, so we know something is up, dude! We hope this stops when he realizes there is no pay-off from the behavior. It's an unhealthy ploy for "control." If it doesn't stop, we'll have to consult an eating disorder specialist because he'll be skin and bones again.
I'm hoping we don't come off as insensitive on this issue. Believe me, we're deeply concerned and do care about any suffereing he may be going through. It's simply very clear to us he's using a dysfunctional behavior to get attention and gain control. I care most about not allowing that to become a pattern in his life and the ultimate harm he'll bring to his health; we're pulling the reigns in pretty hard.
That said, he just wrote his own life story and wants to share it with us this evening. He likes to hold a pretend microphone and have us all lined up on the sofa to watch and listen. He always physically acts out parts of his stories, so it's very entertaining. Now, that's the kind of attention he needs to be seeking more often!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Week #6

It's officially been 6 weeks since our dossier was submitted. Is it just sitting on a cluttered desk at Le Toukoul, or have they looked it over yet?

Daniel went to work early this morning, and just phoned me. His tone was one of intensity and certainty. A deep, warm sensation had just washed over him, and he knew with great certainty that Amelie's referral is very near. I asked him to elaborate and explain, and he kept saying that she is here..."She is here" over and over again, "She is right here, with us Christine." One has to know Daniel well to understand this. Being a Reiki practitioner he has always been energetically in tune with a more subtle, vibratory realm. Like myself, he's deeply intuitive with a quirky but reliable sixth sense about things.

I mentioned to him that it's possible her referral is near, but what might be happening is a "match-up" to a child with our dossier information at Le Toukoul. They may have located a specific child, and the next step is to gather every ounce of paperwork on her health and background before sending it to our agency. This could take some time. The speculation can become exhausting! Either way, I do hope Daniel's warm and overwhelming sense is right-on. It usually is.

Open & Free

After meditating on the idea of "going private" with our blog I realized it would be a huge mistake. Nothing feels more wrong at this point, so I'm still an open book, so to speak.

Most of my life I was a severely shy and introverted person who prided herself on being a so-called "private person." My teachers seriously thought something was wrong with me, it was that severe. Anything I offered or put out there (including a wave or a smile) was a risk I avoided because I so feared the intense pain of rejection, judgements, criticism, etc. I recall my college years being filled with the deep desire to mask my private, shy ways as "mysterious." I am a Scorpio, after all! I loved the idea of making people wonder about me, and to tell the truth there was a great deal of narcissism in my shyness (as if I mattered that much). People were not wondering about me! Looking back, after years of therapy and spiritual work, I have seen how unhealthy it all was. It seems to run in my family, the need for privacy along with a no-risk, safe mentality. My world was very, very small growing up and there was a sense of "us against them" about the world and not letting it in. A private blog would indeed be a step backwards and I'm not willing to go there.

In addition to my own, very personal history, there are other factors. Like I mentioned when we changed our blog address, there are people with whom I'd rather not have following our blog. I've made this known to them, but if they've disregarded my wishes and Googled us anyway that's on their own karma and conscience. It took me a while to come to peace with this, but I have absolutely no control over what others do and don't do. Que sera, sera!

Finally, our children, all of whom have complex lives, histories and diagnoses are entitled to some semblence of privacy. There is so much I don't share on here because of this, but I do hope by staying public I can continue to honor them in ways that won't make them feel like killing me when they're older. I share what little I do in the hope that it helps other families with older adoptive children, special needs kids and such. Not to mention how enormously therapeutic it is for me. Being open has connected me with so many great families and I'd like that to continue. I always say that I don't feel I have the right to hide myself from the world in any way. My life is not my own, and it is not being lived merely for myself to keep hidden in a box. We are all here to share and connect with one another, realizing our oneness.

I've also noticed blogging puts a nice frame around our lives. It's as if all the difficulties, challenges and joys get simplified into one little picture, and it's a very nice one if I do say so! We're able to look at our lives, or our "stories" from a slightly more objective standpoint. Knowing others are reading (whether I know them or not) is an empowering element that I wouldn't trade for anything. Like I said, I'm not afraid of being exactly who I am and I don't want to start stifling, confining or limiting my voice by making things private. Again, my life doesn't hold that type of paramount importance!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

To Be Or Not To Be?

Daniel and I are seriously considering going "private" with our blog soon. In that case only people we've listed on our account will be able to view it. We have numerous reasons, one being that we do share a great deal of personal information about ourselves and our children. If anyone wants to be placed on our approved readers list, please send us your e-mail address and I can add it to our list of followers.

Bragging & Balancing

I'm so ready to brag on Sky today. We heard on Monday after Chess Club that even though he's a First grader he'll probably be bumped up to the Third grade chess level. His peers just aren't challenging him enough, and he recently beat a Third grader at the game. In addition, his soccer coach shared that Sky may have to start playing in the "Club League" next season. That's the advanced league of serious players with a large field, goal keepers and scorekeeping. He feels Sky will get bored and not feel challenged if he stays with his peers next season. He's showing himself to be an athlete with a great deal of focus, skill and potential.

This all affects Andrew (they are so close in age...20 months apart), so we're always emphasizing and pointing out his strengths. He whines about how good Sky is at chess and soccer, and internalizes it as feeling inadequate about himself. He's a great runner and will likely enjoy track and field some day, but until then he needs a lot of encouragement in the creativity arena! He has his own gifts. They don't have school Friday, so I've enrolled Andrew in an all-day Drama workshop at the Community Theatre.

I'm amazed every day at how completely different they are from one another, but they both have one thing in common- they are both marvelously loving and awesome individuals!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Inspired by Progress

I'm optimistic today about Andrew. He keeps bumping up against difficult situations, both at home and at school, but he immediately talks to himself saying "But I'm still a really good boy." He doesn't only mutter the words, but seems to feel them as true. This is major progress for a perfectionistic, traumatized child who was told for nearly 7 years that he was worthless ('trash' was the operative word). He keeps having successes and patting himself on the back, and when he has failures he quickly reassures himself without us having to prompt him.

He's also showing major progress regarding attachment. After two years he's finally expressing a need to have Mom around when he's at school. Instead of voicing this, he keeps going to the nurse and faking tummy aches so he can call me and talk on the phone. Yesterday was the last straw because it was becoming disruptive, so I had a talk with him after school. I had to explain how important it is to be honest about his body because I won't believe him when he's truly sick or hurting. He finally broke down in tears, confessing "I only wanted to hear you on the phone, Mom. I miss you so much at school and I want to see your eyes." It was very touching and sweet, and reminds me of healthy toddlers who venture out to preschool for the first time. That longing for Mommy is deep, and I wondered how long it would take him to get there. He promised never to fake a tummy ache again and said he would use his imagination to see my eyes today. Oh, what a gift it is to be all my boys' first loves! Sky is still telling kids at school he's "Taken" because his "heart belongs to Mommy." I will miss these sweet years when they're older.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Inward

Sadly, we have no Easter pictures this year. Daniel forgot to take his iPhone to church yesterday (where Sorin wore a funny Easter Bunny mask, tail, and buck teeth for the little kids). Maybe something in me resisted Easter this year; I'm not sure what it was. Sure, we colored eggs and suprised the kids with gifts from The Bunny, but I had a certain need to go more 'inward' for the holiday this year. There were no lavish plans, guests or activities. I talked to Sky a great deal about Jesus and what his life was about. We don't do that often because we follow the teachings of a line of Indian gurus and there is so much we already teach about their complex lives, however a picture of Christ is always on our family altar. I explained the significance of Easter to both Andrew and Sky, and all about Christ's life. By the end of the conversation Sky was awed. He kept saying "Mom, I think Jesus was a really super-cool guy!" and he expressed wanting to be just like Christ and our gurus. This is the part of Easter that matters most to me- that my kids understand the significance and meaning of the holiday, and don't just go through the superficial motions. In that sense, the holiday went beautifully.

On another note, we have Amelie's hall drawer all ready upstairs. It a huge, deep drawer and it's filled with all her things. I revealed it to Andrew last evening and was surprised to see him almost in tears. He touched everything (blankets, dresses, toys, etc) and with a somber voice and watery eyes he said "I want to touch Amelie, Mom. I want to see her face and take care of her." He pulled away from the drawer and walked quickly to his room as if it was all too much for him. Small children, including the infant, Ceci, I take care of on weekdays, trigger a lot of old issues for him. He was raised in a sea of infants and toddlers, and he misses them dearly. At the same time they trigger negative memories & emotions. He approaches Ceci with caution...his heart opens, closes, opens and closes again around her. One day last week he opened up completely to her and all his grief washed out, crying about the babies and toddlers he cared for, missing and worrying about them in India. Amelie will be a catalyst for growth and healing in him, and I think they will be very, very close to each other. I can't help but smile about all the love and pampering she's going to receive from her two youngest brothers.

It's a new week of waiting, anticipating, on the edge of our seats for her picture. Will this be the week, or next, or the next?

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Week #5

We're at 5 weeks now, yay! I'm happy whenever we make it to a new week; now I can say we're 'going on' 6 weeks.

After posting yesterday I felt like quite a whiney baby. I considered all the families who have longer waits at other agencies, or with other countries, and felt terribly selfish. It happens to the best of us....we lose sight of all the positive things happening around us when we're in that state of "why me" or "why not now?" Really, it's a childish place to be. Before we know it, we'll have little Amelie's face in front of us- a photo and all her information, and we'll have peace of mind with her eyes forever rooted in our hearts. It's a simple matter of time.

Meanwhile, the children I do have at home are entertaining enough. Yesterday, Andrew came home from school and had armpit odor for the very first time. Really, it was bad. I almost fell over, not only from the smell, but because my 9 year old boy who has only been home for two years is beginning to show signs of puberty! There was a voice deep within me screaming "Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!" My Andrew who has shared that he secretly wishes he could be an infant again, who still wants to believe in the Tooth Fairy (despite his brother Sky trying to ruin it for him), and he still asks me to help him get dressed every morning. He is my baby in so many ways and he simply cannot have smelly pits yet! Well, I faced reality today and went out to purchase him his first deodorant this afternoon. He used Daddy's this morning, and when I took it out he acted very concerned. He's so underexposed to the world, especially cosmetics and body care products. He looked at it and said "What is that? What are you doing?! You're putting Glue Stick on me?!!!" He was a bit tense about it, but I was cracking up about his perceptions..... those stick deodorants really do seem like huge Elmer's Glue Sticks! He never ceases to entertain this family.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Time to Whine

This waiting really stinks. I must be into torture or something...what was I thinking? Seriously, after two international adoptions I have no experience with this sort of madness. Andrew Prasad and Sky were both on Waiting Children lists and we started out the process with their pictures and information, knowing they were being cared for. This is a whole new place for us, to be already attached to a faceless little girl and not know her present circumstance. Is she in good hands now or suffering somewhere? It's a cloud of mystery I carry around in my heart and I had no idea how hard it would become. I always watched parents awaiting referrals over the years and wondered how on earth they managed it. I sat with my waiting children's photos and paperwork from day 1 and believed deep down that I could never make it with the grace and patience they had.

Daniel's optimistic and hopeful 4 week prediction has come and gone, and now he's hoping for a birthday surprise the 21st. That will be at about the 7 week mark, which is possible but I'm not able to affirm it will happen (he's still positive). My positive spirits seem to be cowering somewhere and I'm bracing myself for a couple more months wait. Depressed, no way, just suddenly needing to be a realist to save my sanity! Me a realist?! What's happening to me? I need to tell that part of myself that anything is possible, and the reality is that no one knows anything. 4 weeks, 5 weeks, 10 weeks, 16 weeks? No matter what I trust we'll have Amelie home for Thanksgiving this year, and I may be muddled in tears on that day. Last Thanksgiving Daniel and I looked at each other and said confidently "Next year on this day we'll have our new daughter with us." It will be the most thanks-filled Thanksgiving of our lives.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Happy Feet

Despite being a bit sleep deprived today, I'm cheering and squealing while doing the Happy Dance! I've just learned that the family who guided us to our new adoption agency, the Dezuttis, received their court date today. We'll always be so grateful to them for their gracious assistance when we made the difficult decision to switch agencies in January. I'm so THRILLED for their good news, and their homeward-bound baby boy is absolutely stunning! Their referral took 6 weeks after dossier submission, and they received the court date just 1 month and 1 day after referral acceptance (set for May 27th). Now they'll be traveling in June! This is marvelous because they've offered to hug and play with Amelie, and take pictures of her during their visit to Toukoul. We're praying our referral comes soon so we can at least have a court date by July or August. The rainy season this year is supposedly hitting around early September; at that point courts are closed for a couple of months. Last year it hit in August, so we're grateful for the extra month....the timing this year couldn't be better!

The waiting for our referral is getting more difficult lately. It comes in waves, really. One moment I'm fine, busy or too tired to think, and the next moment I'm feeling all nerves & needles & impatience washes over me. This not knowing if her photo is coming today, or 7 weeks from now is trying. I always thought patience was one of my strongest virtues, but the adoption process always makes me wonder. Once I see her little face, something is going to come together in my mind and heart, and so many things will make sense. I just know it... when will that day be?

Monday, April 6, 2009

Real Estate: One Down, One to Go...

We're cheering here! We removed the old 'adoption fundraising' box from our blog months ago with a sense of certainty and trust we'd be able to fund our whole adoption somehow, and even come out ahead. We were correct. It looks like we sold some property that Daniel inherited from his father several months ago. It's in Hermitage, Missouri (the Ozarks) and someone offered to purchase all the lots from him. She has adjacent property and wants to insure no one builds on on them in the future. Of course, with the real estate market being what it is, they're being sold at a discount, but it sure beats having to pay taxes on land we don't want or need! Not to mention it replenishes a lot of our adoption expenses.

We're also selling our lake front property in Forbes Park, Colorado, near Taos, New Mexico. Anyone interested can view a listing here. It's the most heavenly, serene place on Earth (next to Alaska) in my opinion. The parcel has a gravel drive cleared and is wired for electricity. The private development is like a nature preserve with no hunting allowed. It's sad to sell, but we decided long road trips and camping out with our boys in the wilderness are not activities we'll be subjecting ourselves to again any time soon. I'm able to laugh about it now, but we're still rather traumatized from the last 12 hour road trip out there....just thinking about it makes me tense! I won't even begin to describe the scenarios those two munchkins put us through (and I believe they enjoyed it). I'm sure we'll enjoy that type of activity with them when they're more mature. Whenever it sells we'll be getting estimates on finishing our attic for Amelie's room. That excites me far more than the mountains these days, and considering I'm a mountain-maniac, that says a lot!

Nostalgic Andrew Prasad

Andrew has been very nostalgic today, talking a lot about his past and asking me to play Indian music (we've been listening non-stop). He's been missing friends from his old orphanage and at the same time remembering very sad and frightening memories. He came home at almost 7 years, so he remembers the day he received the news of a family and the photo album we sent him-- the biggest day of his life up until that point. He'd spent years saying goodbye to his orphanage friends, and kept wondering when it would be his turn to have a home and family. Today he described memories of being at his Mumbai school, longing for a mother, wondering if she was around and if he'd ever meet her. He said there were times he thought she was there with him, standing behind him in class, in spirit somehow. He's very, very sweet... with tears he finished by saying "I didn't know that you were real, Mom, I just thought I only imagined you."

After two years of being home his gratitude hasn't diminished an ounce, and neither has ours. He was one month shy from being sent to a government home. He has said with great certainty that our guru helped him get home "just in time". It was one of those all-around "divine timing" things because we also happened to meet him on our guru's birthday, January 5th.

I wanted to post the link to the 1 year anniversary slideshow we made for Andrew last year. He begged to watch it today and became quite emotional. I'm noticing he's really opening up to a trip back to India some day (as long as Mommy is with him).

Sky's Soccer Game

Sky has his back to the camera, but this captures what a kicker he is. Last season, the coach handed Sky the ball almost every time they got a free kick. Daniel takes him to the regulation size footbal goal at the high school to practice kicking field goals. He's already kicking them through, almost as easy as pie... he has a very straight, skilled and determined kick for a 7 year old! Reminds me of the ancient Mayan game of Pok-A-Tok and how they used to kick primitive rubber balls through stone holes over 3,500 years ago (hands weren't allowed in that game either). It's in his genes!
It was the first soccer game of the Spring season. I wasn't able to attend because I had to stay home for Liam, but Daniel went and said it was a great game. He can tell the team's skill level is improving since they started in the Fall of their kindergarten year... Come to think of it, this is his 4th Soccer season. Wow!

Our Bedmate

Daniel and I had the lights off in our room last night and noticed a small head sticking out from under the bed covers. Lakshmi was sleeping like a human, all tucked in. You can tell she's a little perturbed by the light being turned on.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Week #4

Today marks week #4 since sending off our dossier. Time is flying despite our impatience. I'm working more diligently today on my book. My computer is severely ill (may have to wipe out the hard drive) so I had to transfer the file over to Sorin's laptop. In doing that I happened to look it over and reignite interest in writing it again.

I haven't shared any chapters with anyone until today. Daniel is reviewing the first two and we're having fun. He's home early today in the quiet house and we're loving each other's company.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Amelie's Clothes

For several days we've been wondering "Where on Earth will Amelie's clothes go?" She'll be staying with us, in our room for a year until we decide on a new sleeping arrangement for the younger boys, or have the attic renovated. The latter is preferable. Until then, we have plenty of room for her bed and a small chair. We have no room in our closet or dressers for her clothes, so I've been stumped until last evening. I opened the bottom drawer of the hall storage cabinet and it dawned on me she would have plenty of room there for a basic wardrobe. Right now it's almost empty with only a few photo albums. The other drawers and cabinets have blankets and sheets in them, but the bottom drawer has never been used much. And boy, is it a long, deep and wide drawer!

When we first looked at this house 7-8 years ago that set of hall drawers thrilled me. I always loved old hall drawers and cabinets like these. Now they will be used for something very, very special. We need to start using the bottom drawer now because Amelie's little dresses need a place to stay. Anything stored in them absorbs that wonderful 'old wood' smell, so I love pulling blankets out after they've been in there a while.

As for her wardrobe, I plan on using Waldorf/Rudulf Steiner recommendations for a very basic supply. Depending upon the season, I believe for toddler girls it's something like: 2 pairs of blue jeans, 2 slacks, 4 dresses, 2 skirts, 2 pairs of tights, 10 pairs of socks, 1 pair sneakers, 1 pair of dress shoes, 1 pair of rain boots, 1 pair of sandals, 7-10 shirts and 2-3 cardigan sweaters. They are all supposed to be in a general color theme or color category for mix 'n' matching...right now she has a lot of varying plums and purples. The numer of clothes is supposed to be enough for two weeks worth of different combinations/outfits while doing laundry 1x/week. It's so easy to go overboard with children's clothing because we see things in stores, say "awwww, isn't that nice?" and buy them impulsively without taking inventory. Before we know it, drawers and closets are stuffed and the kids have a hard time making choices with too many options. I have noticed with my boys that by cutting down options, getting dressed is a much easier and less stressful task. Not to mention they do great at folding their own laundry when its fewer items. If I end up buying more than what is needed, I have stored some for a couple of months and cycled them out for interest, and it still keeps things simple. This all sounds very "organized" for me, but I've found, for an organizationally challenged mom, nothing has been better than simplifying my children's wardrobes.

We're also considering these cloth diapers. The girl I watch on weekdays wears these marvelous, modern all cotton diapers with snaps and a cover. I'm amazed at how well they fit and absorb. The footprint left on the environment is far less than disposables, and the money savings is significant. I tried using cloth diapers on Sorin in 1991-92 and it was a disaster....they were the rectangular cloths we now use for spit up only. I had to use pins, and they leaked all the time. I can't say enough about how far they've come with cloth and the ease of them.

Here is the link to the specific "fitted diapers" we're looking at. I love where it reads: "Beautifully textured fabrics to help contain even the runniest poop" because I have found this to be so true!
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