Saturday, August 29, 2009

Soooo Close!


OH MY DEAR LORD... we are leaving in less than 5 days and we will have already held Amelie this time a week from now!!! With the day half over, we basically have 3 1/2 days left to get ready. This weekend is being spent packing (finishing up, it's mostly done), checking off our to-do list and adding to it whenever we realize we've forgotten something. There are so many little things to remember.

On another note, we finally found a loving home for our large Devon Rex kitty who keeps urinating on our laundry and other things in the basement. I really felt like it would be too much to manage after Amelie is home. He's a sweetheart, we've had him a year (after leaving my Mom's for the same reason). He'll be leaving for a new home in the Ozarks at 2:00 today, living with a breeder who loves and appreciates him. I just hope he's a good boy in the potty department! All we know is that it's the next chapter in his colorful life. He's a huge Devon Rex (over 15 lbs.) and we'll miss seeing him wobble down the stairs and blob around the house. Feels like we're clearing out and making way for our Amelie who will be here, in this house in exactly 2 weeks!!!

Special Delivery

We were so happy to receive a surprise care package for Miss Amelie this morning! It's from Sheree Downs, who happens to be my old babysitter from childhood. We recently got back in contact and it's been wonderful. She babysat my sister and I for so many years, sometimes twice a week since early childhood, until I was about 12 years old. She's an avid coupon clipper and sent us 40-50 coupons for FREE baby food! She was also thoughtful enough to include my favorite dark chocolate truffles, mmmmm. Thanks so much for thinking of us, Sheree!

Note: As you can see our cat, Zeke, appreciated the box...purring and rubbing all over it. He's been doing the same to our luggage these days.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

The Jumping Off Point

Feeling a bit out of the loop lately. We had Parent Orientation at the elementary school and Liam's IEP meeting this week, and I still don't know how I did it. I haven't kept up with the news, my blog, other blogs or even my own life these days. In exactly 1 week we'll be sitting on an airplane taking Sky up to Chicago so he can stay with my sister and her family! I think Sky will have a blast on the airplane because he's completely fascinated by every type of transportation imaginable. He's been claiming the window seat endlessly!

We'll be saying our goodbyes at O'Hare airport and we're a little nervous about the unknown there. Will Sky greet Aunt Stephanie with a smile and controlled emotions, or will he be a blubbering ball of sadness and raw, gutteral moans? There is no real way to prepare him for this, and like all things with travel, we'll play it by ear. If the latter happens, we may resort to something tasty in my purse. Food does magic for him. It's how he became potty trained at age 3. Oh, the promise of those Chips-Ahoy cookies for every flush, and how quickly he got it when he knew food was involved. Works every time for our future connoisseur!

I'm looking so forward to the whole experience. I'll admit it- I feel childish, but I'm giddy. I feel like a kid about to go to a theme park or something. As if Christmas is right around the corner. My child, I will finally get to hold the baby girl I've been holding in my dreams! How can one not be giddy? On top of that, there's the night we'll have in D.C. together, ALONE, in peace and quiet and the whole entire adventure in a new land.

I have always been an adventurer, since childhood. At age 4 when we lived in Crete, Greece I have memories of exploring several blocks on the dirt streets. Exploring buildings, meeting kids from all over the area and driving my parents mad with worry. I'd walk to the bus stop there and watch people get onto the bus, wishing I could go, too. When I was about nine, living in American suburbia, I recall discovering and exploring the woods across the street and how completely excited I was about it. I spent hours there, sometimes until I reached pure exhaustion. I haven't lost that spirit, so this trip is feeding that ever-curious little girl in me. I can't wait to see Ethiopia, it's people, the diversity of religions and the tolerance people speak of between Muslims, Orthodox Christians and Jews. I look forward to all the unfamiliar sights, smells and sounds of my daughters homeland. Those things are gifts we take with us, and when we come back home we are changed forever. I love change, have always embraced it, so maybe that's part of why I love travel so much.

So I'm basically on the edge of my seat here, almost everything is done. We have so little left to do that if we had to leave today, we could. It's a strange place to be, like standing at a 'jumping off' point. The true jump off point is going to be the start of our lives when we return home. That type of travel is the most real and valuable of all; the journey of our lives and the exploration of our selves. I have a feeling Miss Amelie will be taking us to some new and beautiful places.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

From Virginia to Amelie

It occured to me this morning that I've never mentioned Virginia in our blog. Coincidently, she is the little imaginary baby that was growing in my tummy over a year ago. I'd say since the Spring-Summer period of 2008. I was joking about my belly and how "baby Virginia" was growing inside my tummy. We had no intention of adopting another child, much less having a homegrown one in my belly. For some reason I kept feeling like there was a pregnancy of sorts going on. Daniel and I just laughed it off.

I remember analyzing the whole thing, thinking it must be symbolic of something I was 'birthing' in my personal life- creativity, new ideas, personal growth, etc. Not a literal child. Nonetheless, I had a lot of fun those months teasing my children by pushing my belly out (especially after large meals) saying "Oh my, sweet little Virginia is growing. Oh wait, I just felt her kicking. Come here Sky, feel it!" Sky and Prasad would laugh, go along, but it was all in fun and humor. We started talking about this baby girl entity as if she was a part of the family, and Sky would walk by asking "Hey Mommy, how is Virginia doing today?!" Don't ask me where the silly name came from....it sounded funny to us, calling a new baby what we thought sounded like an old lady's name. Talk of her increased and I remember it bordered on strange.

It didn't take long for this "Virginia" idea to catch on, creating an opening for the possibility of another child. Or was it the other way around? Did I start out doing it because intuitively I felt a child calling to me? It's eerie to realize that at the very same time a virtual baby girl was inside my tummy, Amelie was inside her birth mother's tummy. She was really growing and kicking at that time, about to begin her journey to us. And right at the very time she was born, Daniel and I solidified our decision to really bring a baby girl into our family. My virtual pregnancy with Virginia ended, and she became a real child, somewhere, and we had to find her. We will always laugh while telling Amelie this story and how she basically started out being called "Virginia." We've no doubt she will be grateful that we changed her name!

Monday, August 24, 2009

Small Family Snippets


Snippets seem to be all I have time for these days:

-Prasad is still going by Prasad, and he proclaimed at the breakfast table this morning "I will go by Prasad for the rest of my life, forever and ever." We are still all so proud of how far he's come.

-Prasad ran downstairs on Saturday morning, cheering about how he read the book "All I See Is A Part Of Me" all by himself. It was a more complicated book than his usual Dr. Seuss books, so he was immensely prideful. He sat on the sofa saying "I am such a great reader. Oh how I love myself so much!" These comments are miraculous. He is really becoming an avid reader... he's still dying to read every book on our shelves.

-Speaking of books, Liam loves thumbing through our bookshelves and we took these pictures yesterday morning while he browsed.

-Sorin was eating breakfast this morning and screamed loudly, startling all of us. I ran into the room, "What's wrong, Sorin?!" She seemed panicky "Oh noooo! I just swallowed a Cheerio whole!" She was seriously concerned and we had to explain that we didn't need to call an ambulance. We all laughed together afterward. Hysterical.

-Daniel and I finished grouting the basement floor Saturday, and Daniel painstakingly scrubbed all the tiles clean on Sunday. It looks great, and feels wonderful to know our basement floors are done for Amelie. We'll take pics after all the furniture gets moved back into the breezeway.

-Sky starts Chess Club today, and Prasad will resume his classical Indian singing class this Saturday after a long Summer break. Things are slowly getting back to 'normal' since school started up, and we're about to shake things up in JUST 10 DAYS! I guess we can say goodbye to life as usual in the Peebles household! Miss Amelie is sooooo close.

Friday, August 21, 2009

What Is In A Name?

I wondered how serious he was, and how long he would carry this request. Andrew Prasad asked us to start calling him Prasad again, and he was quite serious. In the past he has requested this off and on and then changed his mind within minutes. This time it's sticking because Thursday he announced his decision to his entire class. He brought an "All About Me" bag to school and shared anything and everything with the students about his past, India, his birthplace Nagpur, the 7 years he lived in Mumbai and his love of Indian music, clothing, food, etc. I'm told the students were mesmerized, curious and very excited to see Andrew/Prasad in this new and prideful way.

When he first came home we called him Prasad, and we had every intention of doing so. His legal name is Andrew Prasad Peebles, but we always planned to call him by his middle, Indian name. I always loved that name. It's the Hindi/Sanskrit word used for offerings placed on an altar. Those offerings become infused with the Divine, and are then taken or ingested much like bread and wine in Christianity. Prasad means blessing, blessed, and infused with God.

So, how did we make the switch to calling him Andrew? I will never forget it. He'd only been home a month or two. I was driving with him in the back seat. He fell into a solemn and serious mood and asked, "What is my first name?" I told him it was Andrew. He asked "Who gave me that name, Mom?" I told him we gave him the name Andrew. He sat silently for about a minute, then said "I want you to start calling me Andrew." I asked him why and he said "Because that name comes from you, you gave me that name and I love you." Since the moment he came home he'd been going through a phase of rejecting all things Indian. He completely refused to speak an ounce of Marathi or Hindi (he was fluent in both) and he didn't want anything to do with India. However, he continued to love Indian food, music, clothing and religious practices. He was the most reverent and devotional child, falling to the floor in front of our altar, his forehead upon the floor, calling our guru "Ganapati." Ganapati is the elephant deity they prayed to in Mumbai, and we could see it brought him a great deal of comfort. To this day he still calls our guru Ganapati, and has said he thinks they are one and the same. Very personal story, but Ganapati is the Remover of Obstacles. Prasad is right because we strongly believe our guru brought us to him. The adoption was just 5 months from start to finish (unheard of in India) and we met him on our guru's birthday. Remover of Obstacles indeed.

He retained a lot of the things that comforted him for 7 years, the food and religion, but had a very difficult time with everything else Indian, including his name. He endured years of abuse (verbal and physical), along with unspeakable torture. He was told repeatedly that he was worthless, trash, that no one would ever love or care for him, and that he'd go to jail. When he finally had a family they told him we would beat him. He came home feeling like nothing...worth nothing. His self-esteem was so low that we couldn't see the bottom. It was an endless pit of self-loathing, pain, anger and misery. Despite this, he clung to me, had outstanding eye contact and deeply trusted me from day one. We had a connection that cannot be put into words... ancient and more real than anything of this world. No matter how many times he fell down I kept encouraging him to get up and move on. No matter how much he hated himself, I kept loving him and giving him the acceptance he needed. He'd never known acceptance.

He's been home 2 years and 7 months now, has gone through two therapists and had his share of ups and downs. I credit a higher power for giving me all the tools I have needed to raise him. From the first day we met him when he was all over the place, wired with ADHD and PTSD symptoms I felt filled with an understanding and acceptance I'd never known before. I had no fear. I was being used for this soul, so that he could heal. I was given what I needed at every moment...it wasn't me doing the work. He has gone from a helpless out of control child to a prideful, helpful and compassionate human being. He loves himself and everyone so deeply now. I'd say it really picked up during Summer school this year because of an accepting teacher who saw how much potential Andrew Prasad has. He felt this, and it fostered a self-acceptance that we are loving right now. He's amazing, strong, good intentioned and so in need of serving/helping people. He's blooming. His teachers can't believe how prideful and happy he is with himself these days.

So, it's Prasad. The transition has been tricky, but we're happy to do it for the sake of self-love and transformation. I love the name, and in my heart he has always been my sweet Prasad. He still has work to do on himself, but don't we all? I am so proud of him in these moments, and it's what I live for. To see my kids shine however they are meant to, at their own pace and in their own way.

13 Days To Africa

We've been hunkering down to focus on so many details before travel. I keep realizing we have some details to iron out, or some 'things' we need to pick up at the store. Amelie will likely be teething, so I'm loading up on baby Tylenol, teethers, Anbesol gel and such. At the same time we're trying our best to pack as light as possible. A joke when it comes to a 9 day trip overseas with an infant in tow, but we're trying. We'll definitely be utilizing the laundry service at the Guest House because I'm not packing 9 outfits. We may get by with just wearing things twice.

The orphanage likes Ziploc bags, so I've been picking several boxes up for donations, along with girls underwear (I heard they had a dire need for them recently). I couldn't believe Wal-Mart had a pack of 9 undies for $5 and were even labeled as "Wedgie Free, no bunching" Is that for real and can there really be such a thing? Hilarious! There will be some lucky, wedgie free girls wearing size 6 undies at Toukoul.

We got all our Embassy paperwork completed, including the I600, I864 and the visa application. We don't know the exact name and birth date listed on Sosena's birth certificate, so we had to leave those blank (sometimes there are discrepancies). Today I'm starting to write up the daily schedule for the housesitters and may start the meal plans so I know what groceries to stock up on.

I found out from our agency that we're due for an update (pictures and medical) any day now. I have a feeling we'll get it just prior to leaving. It's been two months since the last update and I can't imagine how much she's grown. Will she be crawling everywhere, walking, etc? Two months ago she was babbling, laughing, sitting with assistance and changing objects from hand to hand, healthy & thriving well (in the doctor's words). We're ALL on the edge of our seats here, just dying to meet, hold, kiss, snuggle and play with her. I'm off to have another very productive day!

Monday, August 17, 2009

Two Weeks, Three Days and Counting

How did the time go so fast? Here we sit, just 17 days before we leave and it feels like we just passed Court. We started packing our bags last evening and I realized how many warm clothes we need to get out of stoarge. Addis temps are nothing like Kansas Summers, so no lightweight tops or dresses. I got Amelie/Sosena a windbreaker and we're hoping to have a ride outside of Addis just to experience some of the natural beauty of the country. I hear the mountains are amazing, and even rival Alaska's raw beauty (hard to imagine).

In the meantime, we finished up laying ALL the Mexican clay tiles in the basement this weekend. It's funny how long we take to get do-it-yourself home projects done around here. A few weeks prior to getting Andrew home 2 1/2 years ago we had just completed the play room and art room floors of the basement, and I'd installed a carpet runner on the basement steps. It feels like yesterday. Now, here we are finishing up the floor of the basement breezeway...it's a wide hallway type of room connecting the stairs to the playroom, I'd say about 17-18 feet long by 10 feet wide. It's a tricky space that required a lot of precision cutting of the tiles around awkward corners and stair molding. We're grouting this weekend. I know that every time we look at our beautiful basement floors (with extra wide grout lines to mimic the Southwest style we love) we'll think of both Andrew and Amelie, and the time we waited for them. There is so much love put into this house.

I've got most of Sky's letters and gifts packaged. He and Andrew will receive one a day until we come home. I'll have to mail Sky's to my sister's house in advance because it's just too much to pack in a suitcase. Yesterday Sky became a raving mess again. Crying to the point of hyperventilating, flailing his head everywhere. So dramatic, you'd think someone died. It's so difficult to know how far he should take his emotions.... he can't simply talk to us about our trip, he just falls apart in an extreme way. I hold him a while, stroke his hair and we talk, and talk in circles. The same conversation each time. Then it's clear that coddling him is causing him to convulse and practically stop breathing. Really, it's that intense. He's pulling his hair, rubbing his eyes out and the tears have no end. We have 17 days left before departure and we're concerned about encouraging this each day. We want him to share his feelings, that's great, but we don't want him to make himself physically ill. His nervous system has to be on overload. It always feels like there is a deeper pain behind what he says he's crying about. An old, undefinable grief, possibly primal with his birth or foster mother in Guatemala. He's too young to figure it out, and all we can do is comfort him. He's done a lot of work on the abandonment issues at home and in therapy, but it's a lifelong, evolving process. I'm fascinated by how different Andrew and Sky are in this regard, even though Andrew came home much older- 7 years vs. Sky at 17 months. Andrew doesn't have the endless hole of grief, loss and fears of abandonment. I believe personality and prenatal karmic related tendencies have so much to do with it.

Anyway, to break up Sky's mental pattern last evening after an hour of crying, Daniel walked into his room at bedtime and said "Stop picking your nose." Sky stopped and looked at Daddy, puzzled "What?!" Daniel said "I saw your finger shoved way up your nostril and I don't want you doing that." Of course, this wasn't true, but it was an attempt at changing the subject so Sky would calm down and maybe start arguing instead of crying (his favorite past time). It worked. Daniel laid down with Sky and he was calm the rest of the evening, fell asleep fine. Poor guy gets caught up in a tidal wave of emotions that seem larger than life. Everything is super serious and all encompassing to Sky, and I mean everything is usually much larger than reality. When he's clear headed, I think we're going to start helping Sky focus on all the positives about this trip- that he gets to have a vacation at his aunt's house, daily gifts from Mom and Dad and the new sister he's just dying to hold and love. He also needs to start young at understanding something our guru emphasizes- he is not his emotions, and they don't have to control him. They're like wild horses pulling the carriage all over the place. God knows Sky detests the idea of anything controlling him.

Okay- time to go nest, clean, pack, make lists, start Embassy paperwork and enjoy the sound of a very heavy and constant rain. It's an empty house today and I'm really enjoying it.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

No Goodbyes, Only Seeya Later!

Lots of tears were shed this evening after little Cecilia made her exit. This picture was taken right before she left. Sky probably had the most difficult time, and is already asking to visit her some time soon. Andrew surprised us by bursting into tears, while Daniel and I had our share. She really touched all of us. Even Liam enjoyed her crawling into his room every day to rummage through his toy basket (he would smile and squeal at her every time). Despite the sadness, today marks a turning point in our process with Amelie. I will have three weeks with the kids at school to get everything in order before travel. I'm kind of amazed at how fast time flew by...it hardly feels like we watched Ceci for 8 whole months. In the blink of an eye Amelie will be here.

Last Day With a Sweetheart

Today is bittersweet for our family. It's the last day we're taking care of little Cecilia after 8 months of being blessed by her presence in our home. I first started caring for her full time in December of last year as a means of raising money toward adoption expenses, and it has helped us greatly. Our airfare and stay in Ethiopia are courtesy of my time with this sweet baby girl. But I didn't expect to receive so much joy, so many smiles, and so much radiance from such a little one. She was just three months old, sooo tiny when she came and I can remember how bald she was and that I had to hold her for every feeding. I watched her sweet spirit emerge and grow every day. When anyone walks into the room she lights up and gives them such a beautiful smile. There are no words to describe how perfectly she slipped into our family.

When we started having Cecilia here, we had no idea how old Amelie would be. In our homestudy we were approved for a female child, age 0-4, so I expected and older child. Ceci was born in August '08, and when we got Amelie's referral and found out she was born in September '08 it was almost chilling. The many months I cared for Ceci I recall thinking about all the things I was missing out on with Amelie- watching her grow, cuddling, seeing her teeth come in, her development, etc. But with Ceci here I sort of experienced watching Amelie through her. This past 8 months I have loved our girl through Ceci, and it has comforted me greatly. I just know these two girls are connected. We plan to have playdates, and hope to continue to watch Ceci grow. She has just been such a beautiful, sweet presence in our lives at the right and perfect time. Sky adores her in a way that I never knew he was capable of at his age. Tending to her needs, playing with her for hours at a time and feeling so much empathy when she is upset. She softens him, and takes him out of the usual, self-centered "all about me, look at me" stage. I've learned so much about my kids by having Ceci here. As Sky says often, "Ceci is our teacher so that we know what to do when Amelie gets here. Thank you, Ceci!"

I have to add that I fear Cecilia has spoiled me rotten. She is what some might call a Zen or Buddha Baby... very easygoing, peaceful, no cholic, not demanding, great napper and easy to please. She is carefree, secure and extremely happy 99% of the time. Seriously, I would love this with Amelie but I have zero expectations in this department. We're preparing ourselves for a ball of fire, but if she's also a Zen girl that's fine, too. Whatever the case, it has been a complete joy to spend so much time with such a bright soul. Cecilia, your presence will be dearly missed, but we will be in touch!

Oh My Noodles!!!

In just 3 weeks our physical journey to Amelie will begin. It's very real now. Three Thursdays from now we'll be boarding a plane with Sky to Chicago so he can stay with my sister. We'll have about a 3 hour layover, get our bags and sit there all dreamy eyed about the prospect of seeing our daughter for the very first time. We'll land in DC (Dulles) that evening and stay in a hotel, rest up, shower, center ourselves and complete our 15+ hour journey to Addis. We found out another parent will be on the same flight with us out of Dulles, so we'll be landing with someone also needing to get to the Toukoul Guesthouse... comforting. On the return flight home we know of at least 4 families on our flight, totaling 7 infants on board! Those are just families we know, there are probably more. What a wild ride that will be. I welcome every moment, all the ups and downs. I know we'll have quite a rich story to tell and retell again and again to Amelie when she is older. Kids love to hear their parent's stories about them, and boy do they like repetition. Interestingly, each time we've told Andrew and Sky's stories there are always more details and memories that surface. And now, Sky is asking to hear Andrew's stories while Andrew wants to hear Sky's. It's one of the most bonding things a family can share together. So much joy and so many laughs.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Thanks So Much, Liz!






The kids and I were so surprised when we opened a package that arrived this morning. Such beautiful things for Amelie from my sister, Liz! She had a Summer trip to Hawaii where she found this TOO CUTE tropical outfit in Honolulu. We love the Ethiopian recipe book (the cabbage curry and potato recipe made me drool). The dresses were found in Seattle at Gymboree, and the most special gift of all is the baby blanket she hand knitted. The colors are perfect, and we can feel how much love she put into it. I was in tears. THANK YOU so much for your thoughtfulness, Liz! I cannot wait for Amelie to meet all the people who love her so much already.

Balls of Anticipation, Worry, Karma & Courage

We cannot believe it's only 3 weeks and 3 days until we leave for Addis. My stomach drops every time I look at the countdown... time is flying like never before. We're excited beyond words but I'm worried at the same time. Mostly about forgetting something important. Being thorough, organized and meticulous at planning are not my gifts in this life, so it takes a great deal of effort. Daniel is the same way, believe it or not, despite the fact that he's an attorney. We're both scatterheads in our day to day lives so it's miraculous when anything gets accomplished here.

It appears the emotions are starting to pour out from our kids. Primarily Sky. He's been an emotional wreck, trying to contain himself at every turn. At bedtime last evening he lost it and fell into the land of uncontrollable sobbing. He desperately wants Amelie here, but can't stand the idea of us being gone for 10 days and wants us to take him. It eats at him, partly because he has an INTENSELY controlling personality and needs to know our whereabouts, what we're doing and even what we're talking about (privately or not) at every single moment. In kindergarten he had trouble missing me, not because he wanted my comfort, rather he said "because I want to know what you're doing and if you're leaving the house or not." At age 5 he said he wanted to tie me down to the furniture so I'd never, ever leave the house (he was quite serious). He has a need to track people everywhere and it can be stifling and suffocating. Future stalker here? We hope not. Like any child, he'll miss us dearly. I comforted him for a half hour last evening and encouraged him to release feelings, reassuring him we'll be back and that he'll hear from us many times. At the end of the emotional release, while hyperventilating he said "I think you're leaving just to get away from me!" I'm not sure if he really believes this, considering we adore being with him and I spend every waking moment with him and have repeatedly told him how much I enjoy his talkative company. Either he thinks very little of himself or he might have been looking for pity...whatever the case, I realize children often blame themselves for everything that happens, however irrational it may be. After I explained our motives to him he started bawling because I said Amelie will be our last adoption... At this point I realized that he could bawl at anything. Seriously, I could've told him we were cleaning the stove tomorrow and he would have lost it. We've always gotten a sense from Sky that he came into this world with an endless sea of pain that he hasn't worked through for countless incarnations. By the time he was four I realized he carries the inner pain and grief of someone who has been to hell and back a thousand times. In our Eastern faith this baggage is known as karma, and I really think it's part of why he's here in this family. To help him through this crazy human, emotional experience once and for all so he's not enslaved by it.

Sky tried starting the whole wailing, bawling thing again this morning as soon as he got out of bed. He plopped his round head into my lap and tried starting where he left off last night. He was in front of everyone and I was very busy with morning duties so I couldn't even let him go there. I'm starting to wonder how long and how far I should let him take all this. For Sky, it is going to be a long 24 days of this until we leave, and I can only imagine how he'll be upon separation at the Chicago airport.

I have to say that I feel completely at peace about the trip. Every time I travel I feel this way, otherwise I probably wouldn't want to do it, nor would I even consider international adoption. My mother has natural worries every time we travel, which is understandable. With four dependent children at home I'm fully aware of how important our safety is. For some reason I have a complete and total knowing that everything will go well, and we'll be back safe and sound like all the families who have traveled before us. I KNOW IT with every ounce of my being, so I feel no trepidations whatsoever. Fearless is the best word. Logically and statistically, we're much safer in the air on a plane than we are on the ground. These facts don't assuage the fears and concerns of loved ones, but they should be remembered in moments of panic and fear. I keep thinking that maybe my love of travel and experiencing other cultures has something to do with my personal preference for international adoption, I don't know. If I couldn't open up that way and just take risks I might as well be dead. And the real journey won't even begin until we get Amelie home. If we're fearful at all, that's where it should be. Parenting can be far more scary thing than any trip we take, so that's where we need to muster the most faith and courage.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Homemade Porridge

I spent last Thursday whipping up a large pan of porridge for Amelie. At Toukoul they feed her formula with supplemental porridge. I'm told it's made by their chef with grains & fruits. I chose to use cream of wheat with apricots, peaches, a hint of cinnamon and a lot of love. Andrew helped with the prep and mixing. We're hoping she likes it... it smelled delicious!

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Babysitter Bites

Long post here-
I'm not sure where to begin, but let's just say we've been hiring supportive home care workers to assist and teach Liam for over ten years. They come into our home, get to know our family on a fairly intimate level and assist Liam with all his needs. They also take Liam on outings, which is what he prefers- swimming, parks, restaurants, shops, etc. We often grow fond of these people through a sense of deep appreciation and teamwork regarding Liam and our other children because they can stick with us for years. On weekends they babysit all our children, usually once a week on Saturday evenings so we can have some respite time alone. We honestly couldn't function without them. They learn all the details about all of our children, their gifts, talents, issues and challenges.

It really pushed me beyond my boundaries ten years ago when I realized I'd have to succumb to allowing people in my very guarded home environment. I grew up with parents who rarely had people over, who were not social (at least not around my sister and I) and we were what I'd call extreme introverts. Our home was our guarded sanctuary, and it was untouchable by outsiders. Liam has helped me grow in so many ways, and this is one way I am so grateful for because we've gotten to know so many wonderful people. We've learned the joys of loosening up and opening our boundaries to visitors. He's opened up the world for me.

With a more open home, we've had some job interviews with people that I would never allow to step foot back into this house again. Either they don't communicate and give us blank stares, they say things that give off red lights, they can't laugh, or they just have an aura about them or a look in their eyes that feels all wrong. I'd say over the past ten years we've interviewed over 100 people, either in our home or on the phone. Rarely do we find a fit, but when we do we're elated and relieved.

Unfortunately, some people's true colors aren't revealed until after they've worked for us a while. Several months ago we hired a new Summer worker I'll call Sandy (for the sake of privacy) and she seemed responsible, level headed and very appreciative of the opportunity to work a job that didn't require sitting in an office all day. She was excited and ready for the enriching experience of working with our son. The only problem was, almost every time she worked in our home she claimed to have been bitten or snapped at by our elderly Golden Retriever, Emily. We were dumbfounded because that dog is the sweetest, most angelic presence in our home and the only time she snaps is if she feels threatened (someone steps on her while sleeping, kicks her under the table, touching her sensitive arthritic front legs, etc). She snaps, never draws blood and rarely even contacts the skin....almost all dogs do this if they feel threatened. However, each time we left the home with Sandy in charge we had an uneasy feeling and knew we were going to hear the same story- "Emily bit me again."

We have four children in the home, two adults, and for the past ten years we've had well over 25 homecare workers in our home, not to mention the pet sitters we've hired while out of town and NOT ONE PERSON has been bitten by Emily. That is what perplexed us so much. Sandy seemed so intelligent and level headed, but something wasn't right. She's one of those people we speak to and there is no response, silence, etc. and we never knew where we stood or what she was thinking. I chalked it up to a different communication style, but it was unnerving. After each biting incident I have insisted that she keep Emily in Sorin's bedroom, but for some reason she completely refused to follow this request. I started having doubts about her because she kept suggesting we put a muzzle on Emily. We don't believe in muzzles, except in extreme circumstances... it's Summer, the dog needs to pant and drink, and I know for a fact they don't work for training purposes. Sandy kept mentioning the muzzle for training, and we insisted Emily stay in Sorin's room (that would fix the problem, plain and simple, but she would NOT do that). It began to feel like a tug of war regarding whose ideas were better. We started worrying that maybe she was building up some type of case for a lawsuit....we'd come home and she show us very small marks here and there, and tell us she's "concerned because we're bringing a small child into our home." Of course this is our business and she was not biting the children.

For some reason, we kept giving her the benefit of the doubt until yesterday. We received an e-mail saying: "I understand that she is old, and you all love her very much, which is why I have been understanding and have not asked and wouldn't ask to have her put down, despite being long past Lawrence's two bite rule." Two bite rule?! Uuh, this was put in place because of pit bull breeders and dogs who are a serious threat to the residents of Lawrence. She would need to have witnesses, file police reports and seek medical care. She had none of those. Her statement creeped us out in so many ways. Despite saying "have not asked and wouldn't ask to have her put down" there is so much between the lines, including the idea we should be grateful she hasn't called the city. Mentioning the euthanization of a family member we've had for 12 years should not even be an option in this situation, and it was completely inappropriate to even mention it. Emily was ONLY biting Sandy, so it makes more sense to let Sandy go. NO ONE ELSE has ever had this problem with Emily. Why Emily was snapping/bitting at her we will never know. Sandy had obviously researched city laws on the matter, so her wheels were turning and this made us very nervous. We took it as a threat and fired her immediately. What is MOST confusing in this matter is the fact that she kept pressing the muzzle idea and completely refused to put Emily in Sorin's bedroom which would have avoided this whole mess. We will never know exactly what happened... but we don't want people in our home who refuse to implement requests, rules, etc. She's either very stubborn, stupid or mentally unstable, or all of the above. She seemed bent on proving a point about our dog and her ideas. If she really was getting bitten, it's quite possible that Emily was trying to tell us something! Sky had a VERY difficult time with her, too, but that's another long story.

Note: Some people have asked whether this affects our trip and house/babysitting while we're in Africa. We have been SOOOO blessed to have gone from depending completely on Sandy to be here for us, to not needing her at all this last week. A veteran sitter is available for most of the trip, along with an excellent school para so we have it all covered. I think this all came to light at the right and perfect time.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

The Name Conundrum

Since our daughter's referral, we've seen her name spelled three different ways. In the referral papers it's Sosena with an "e", but in our update it was spelled Sosina with an "i" and our e-mails from the agency always spelled it simply Sosna. When another parent was in Ethiopia she saw her name spelled with the "i" so we assumed this must be correct. No.... after inquiring with our agency so that we could book tickets and fill out our Embassy paperwork the verdict is Sosena!! I hope this is correct, once and for all. Now, we can't wait to hear how it is pronounced and cannot believe we will be holding her in LESS than a month!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Our Itinerary

It's set! The flights have been booked! We still have to purchase our tickets to Chicago and back. We're dropping Sky off with my sister there, so we decided to fly out from O'Hare. Here are some details... literally, our "journey" to Amelie:

Departing Flight

-6:00pm 9/3 Leave Chicago O'Hare on United Airlines for Washington DC (2 hours)

-Stay overnight at the Hilton in DC...we like this idea since it breaks up the flight, and we haven't had a night alone in a long time

-10:05am 9/4 Leave Washington Dulles on Ethiopian Air for Addis Ababa (15 hours, with a short stop in Rome for refueling)

-Arrival in Addis Ababa at 8:20am Saturday, 9/5 The magical day we meet our sweetie!

Return Flight-------------------------

-10:15pm Friday 9/11 Leave for Washington Dulles (16 hours and 40 minutes) arriving at 7:55am on Saturday 9/12

-12:30pm Saturday 9/12 Leave Washington Dulles for Chicago (2 hours) landing at O'Hare at 1:32pm

Then fly back to Kansas City ------> then a drive to Lawrence, Kansas (HOME by evening!)

4 Weeks & 1 Day, Oh My!


It's becoming more difficult to find time to post these days. We're leaving in just 29 days (HOLY MOLY!!!!), so we have A LOT of preparations. Also, school starts a week from today so we're trying to juggle "back to school" madness with all the travel stuff. Once school starts and I'm no longer doing child care for Ceci, there will be time to exhale and really get things done.

Our adoption agency has asked us for our itinerary, but we're still waiting to hear back from the travel agent. I got a lot accomplished this afternoon regarding house/babysitters while we're gone. The confusing schedule is finally in writing and makes complete sense. We're so blessed to have found out that a seasoned, trusted sitter we had for many years is available that week, despite the fact that she graduated Law School and moved out of town last year. She's agreed to cover most of the weekdays and a Saturday- thank you, Sara! All other hours will be covered by one of Liam's school paras, and a newer homecare worker. We are amazed at how easily this is all coming together. Five of the days Liam and Sorin will be at their dad's in Kansas City, so it will only be Andrew here (he'll get a lot of 1:1 which he thrives on). He'll be visiting with Grammy Lin several times for comfort and continuity. Whew! The trip just went from feeling overwhelming and impossible to do-able, and now I'm tweaking a folder of notes along with a 10 day menu plan.

Hopefully we'll get our flights booked today.... we're getting closer, Amelie!!!

Monday, August 3, 2009

Oodles of Recycled Clothing

I love this little dress the most


This dress brought tears to my eyes because of the snowmen and the idea of having her during Christmas

These clothes look so much bigger in the pictures than they are. Really, they're so tiny!


I was almost speechless this morning after someone gave us two grocery bags full of baby clothes for Amelie. These pictures are only a tiny fraction of what we received. They're from Caroline Bennett, the mother of one of the sweetest baby girls I know, Cecilia. I've taken care of Cecilia full-time for 8 months, and she'll be a year old in two weeks. Seeing so many size 6-9 month clothes waiting for Amelie takes a huge weight off my shoulders. No more shopping for a long while. And having clothes that Cecilia wore is very special to me... I need to do a post about my time with Cecilia because I do have a lot to say. I'm a little emotional today after such generosity. Thanks so much to the Bennett family!

Amelie, Here We Come!

We found out our Embassy date is September 8th! Normally our agency has Embassy appointments set on Mondays, but the 7th is Labor Day, so they bumped us to the 8th. I honestly was NOT expecting to travel so soon because I guessed the 14th or 21st....I'm in shock! This means we'll travel exactly a month from today and meet our sweetie on the 5th!

Oh My, It's Really Happening!

Well, it's finally sinking in. I'm starting to realize how CLOSE we are to traveling, and how soon we're going to be holding our tiny and beautiful little girl. I was creating Countdown Calendars for Andrew and Sky so they can visually see how many days it is until school starts (9 days!) and they can see how long it is until we leave for Africa. They keep asking "How many days until____?" and I can say "Look at your calendar" instead of going in circles fifty times per day. When we're in country, the calendars will help count down the days until our return....I've heard this helps kids who are left at home. Anyway, this is what caused me to notice that, no matter which Embassy date we get, we're about 5-6 weeks away from traveling. Just seeing it was exciting.

I'm floored because it feels like we just started this adoption journey. It's been almost a year since we started the process in our hearts, but since we switched agencies it's been 7 months. I guess with 4 kids time really flies! I was bracing myself for the worst wait imaginable, just in case unexpected obstacles came up. I feel very, very blessed by the fact that we're leaving so soon. We'll have Amelie home just in time for her 1st birthday and her brother, Sky, is looking forward to a shared party for the both of them.

I'm starting to get things ready for travel. Amelie's things are all packed, and I'm working on special envelopes with small gifts and letters for Andrew and Sky to open each day that we're gone. We're hoping it cushions the pain of separation. After that's completed I'll be working on the Embassy paperwork and our packing. We're also determined to get the basement tiles completed prior to the trip... so much to do, and the urgency is becoming real as it all sets into our minds. Now, we're awaiting a specific Embassy date (we should hear something any day now) and then book our flight!

Latest Snapshots

Sky and Andrew have been spending hours drawing. This is how Sky draws trees.

He's proud of a hat we found for him that was made in Bolivia, S. America. It's obviously made with Mayan fabric.

in May, Andrew and Sky worked together on a project for their school's Cultural Fair. They did a report on Ethiopia and stood by this display, explaining what they had written to everyone who walked by. They did a really great job, and enjoyed learning more about their sister's birth country.


Daniel was trying on Amelie's baby carrier this weekend. We'll both be wearing this a lot in Ethiopia. As you can see, he asked Sky to hop inside.

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