A white envelope in the mailbox from USCIS is priceless.
Our 1-800, Petition to Classify Convention Adoptee as an Immediate Relative has been approved.
In other words, this means that the U.S. is allowing us to proceed with A's adoption.
Triple yay!
Thank you for your prayers.
Next up, we are waiting for our Article 5 from the U.S. Embassy in I*d*a. This gives clearance (I think) for our case to be forwarded to their government, and then we need I*d*a to issue the NOC (No Objection Certificate) for A--which means they allow us to adopt her too.
After that, we have to pass court, etc.
We're still months (?9-12) out from bring our sweet girl into our family physically, but we sure like to see things movin'...A sweet lady I had never met encouraged me over the phone last week, and told me that she was praying for A's adoption process to move faster than any process had ever moved before. Amen!
Alright, got to keep myself movin' too, so times up.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Thursday, July 5, 2012
So. Where Were We?
Well.
It's official. I've lost my senses. Help. Really. I can hardly carry on a 30 second conversation before blanking out. Nonsense. I must get it together. Talking must resume soon. Tragedy.
We are in a bit of a lull in the actual adoption process right now. Little Miss's former lack of birthdate has been throwing some kinks in the system, and has probably caused a 6 week delay in the process so far. Kind of like a domino effect, and we hope that we are coming out on top soon. Nothing major, but we would like to see the process speed up a little.
We've been working on our service plan when we have time... still need to read about 8.5 more books by July 26th, and multiple other educational pieces. Our agency is having us review lots of good and informative material that we know will be a blessing to us when A comes home {if we can remember it, that is}.
B has graced us with her presence this summer, and we are learning what it is all about to have a teenager living in our house. She is a funny girl.
I feel very old in the teenage world. And outdated. I dress like a mom---is what she says. I would prefer if she would call it "classic" style. I used to have it all together. In 2002. I will have to show her this picture tomorrow---of how cool I was back then.
We are in the process of getting ready for an adoption benefit garage sale on July 26, 27, and 28th to help bring A home.
Some very sweet friends and family are also in the works of planning a cook-out adoption benefit and celebration for Miss A on Friday evening, August 24th. Details to follow soon!
{B is not totally sure about it yet}
Aside from working on adoption things, B and I spend a lot of time hanging with this little guy, and he happened to just turn one. He melts us. You would like him.
He has a couple of brothers too, but that would be too much cuteness for one post.
I haven't forgotten about 'Days 2 and 3' of the mad adoption paperwork rush a couple of months ago... I hope to write them up this weekend before my brain totally withers away.
One more thing.
If you could please keep us in your prayers, we would so appreciate it. We know God is so much bigger than anything Satan can throw at us.
It's official. I've lost my senses. Help. Really. I can hardly carry on a 30 second conversation before blanking out. Nonsense. I must get it together. Talking must resume soon. Tragedy.
We are in a bit of a lull in the actual adoption process right now. Little Miss's former lack of birthdate has been throwing some kinks in the system, and has probably caused a 6 week delay in the process so far. Kind of like a domino effect, and we hope that we are coming out on top soon. Nothing major, but we would like to see the process speed up a little.
We've been working on our service plan when we have time... still need to read about 8.5 more books by July 26th, and multiple other educational pieces. Our agency is having us review lots of good and informative material that we know will be a blessing to us when A comes home {if we can remember it, that is}.
B has graced us with her presence this summer, and we are learning what it is all about to have a teenager living in our house. She is a funny girl.
I feel very old in the teenage world. And outdated. I dress like a mom---is what she says. I would prefer if she would call it "classic" style. I used to have it all together. In 2002. I will have to show her this picture tomorrow---of how cool I was back then.
We are in the process of getting ready for an adoption benefit garage sale on July 26, 27, and 28th to help bring A home.
Some very sweet friends and family are also in the works of planning a cook-out adoption benefit and celebration for Miss A on Friday evening, August 24th. Details to follow soon!
{B is not totally sure about it yet}
Aside from working on adoption things, B and I spend a lot of time hanging with this little guy, and he happened to just turn one. He melts us. You would like him.
He has a couple of brothers too, but that would be too much cuteness for one post.
I haven't forgotten about 'Days 2 and 3' of the mad adoption paperwork rush a couple of months ago... I hope to write them up this weekend before my brain totally withers away.
One more thing.
If you could please keep us in your prayers, we would so appreciate it. We know God is so much bigger than anything Satan can throw at us.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Our Baby is Growing Up {Without Us}
An e-mail from our adoption agency is like eating a king size Hershey's bar. Milk chocolate to be specific, and preferably with a cup of whole milk.
We got an e-mail today.
From our agency. And yes, it was scrumptious.
So Miss A has a birthdate---finally. Her lack of birthdate has been holding up some of our immigration paperwork, so it is quite pleasing to hear that this paperwork can begin to be processed. She will be FIVE at the end of this year. Lil stinker is getting big too fast. Without us. Okay. Pity party over.
Have I mentioned that we don't think she will really be five this year? In the last six months she has went from being 3 to almost 5. She must be eating some real good food. Or perhaps, her birthday was drawn randomly out of a raffle. The latter sounds more logical, even though we do know that her orphanage takes very good care of her, and we are sure their food must be kind of good too----{probably depends on your personal pickiness factor}. What a blessing to have the comfort of knowing she is in safe and caring hands.
No matter though, we are thanking God that she at least has some sort of birthdate so we can keep plugging along on the adoption process, and finally bring her home to be with us. HOME, HOME, HOME. Home Sweet Home. <<<If we remember to empty the not so sweet trash before we travel.
Of course, you KNOW that we will be having a birthday celebration in honor of our special birthday girl this year. If by an act of God she is here to celebrate with us, I may be speechless {imagine that}. Five is a big birthday, ya know? I remember my 5th birthday party. We partied up at McDonald's, and my mom invited several of my friends along, and we staged pics with Mr. Ronald McDonald himself. It was a big deal to me because when you're five, parties are a big deal. I think we even crimped my hair for the occasion. So yes, a celebration of sorts will be in order. Save the crimped hair.
What am I talking about? I'm twenty....something or other, and I am still looking for a reason to have a party. Kids potty trained? New sidewalk? Birthdate news? Good deal at Goodwill (personal favorite)? There is always a reason to celebrate.
I got to spend some time with these sweet kiddos today.
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| B takes eye protection seriously |
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| Posin' |
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| Posin' some more |
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| This picture cost me: required me pushing them around on the merry-go-round. These may be fake smiles. You be the judge. |
Alright, off to celebrate with an ice cold glass of water, and some laundry folding. I'll try to make it fun, because she is worth celebrating!
Stay posted---we have some fun adoption related events coming up (garage sale, cook-out, etc.) to help bring Miss A home!
Sunday, June 3, 2012
To Parents Everywhere: We Are Here for You
We have watched multiple families for many years, and we are confident that we have perfected our future parenting style. We are going to be the best parents ever. No bratty kids for us. Not in our lifetime.
A couple of months ago, we were sent a service plan from our adoption agency.
It was something about we needed a special plan to help give us some tools and goals to guide us along our parenting journey. They wanted us to read 10 books.
A plan? The agency must be confused. We don't need a plan. We are already the best parents-to-be ever.
Just ask my Mom. She knows how serious I take life.
Mr. Fly is very mature too---especially for his age.
We never get emotional, and always maintain our composure.
Yeah, we pretty much have it all figured out.
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If you ever have any parenting questions, just ask us.
Mr. Fly specializes in teaching recreational safety for children.
That's not all. Recently, Mr. Fly has been the leading local expert on how to wrangle farm life and kids. Give him a holler regarding the specifics on raising your young down on the farm.
There is just about nothing that he doesn't know about raising children right.
See? Aren't you glad you know who to call when child trouble arises? We are here for you.
Yours truly,
The Fly's
Address: 1000 Fruit Loop Way
Train Wreck City, ZE 12345
cell: 1-800-NOT-A-GOOD-IDEA
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Midnight Blubberings
We don't know what our life is going to look like when we bring our sweet daughter home.
We know she is going to be pretty awesome. We know that we love her, and God loves her so much more---so yeah, we're going to be alright.
I'm learning that not knowing everything is okay.
One day at a time. One step at a time. God is bigger. His plans are a lot better than ours. Yes. Yes, they are.
I am also learning that I shouldn't blog late at night because I get all teary and bleary-eyed, and say things I may regret.
One thing (of many) that we desire for our daughter:
Check out this video of a boy with cerebral palsy running a race at field day, and his socks get blessed off by his classmates. Find your tissues (or if you're like our house, toilet paper works pretty good too).
This video was breaking my heart at first, and then I felt a little better as the clip continued, but it is still sad to me even though this little guy was amazing and so strong. Like most people, I have never liked to see sad things. I have always had this thing when I see someone having a tough time or not being included or looking sad presumably due to them being extra special, I tend to want to 'fix' the situation. It is not that I pity them, but desire to see true happiness radiating on their face because they don't deserve rejection.
Anyway. This video is way cool because all of those kids are the real dill pickles. However, a part of me just gets frustrated that I can't fix his legs. I want him to run like the other kids. I don't want his muscles to hurt as he puts his last bit of energy into finishing the race. I want him to run with ease. I want him to win that race.
Then, I remember again... (I have chronic amnesia in this area)
God has a plan for all of our lives, and it is not about the easiest run and winning the race of life. He has given us all different gifts, and we are made beautiful in His sight.
I don't want to forget that true fulfillment and joy comes from Christ. Not winning the race of life.
How awesome to picture His Church all running together, and picking each other up when we stumble, and fall.
"I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus"
Phil. 3:14
Monday, May 21, 2012
More Paper, Please (beware: horribly boring post)
Respect the dossier.
It demands respect.
I underestimated. Well, not totally, but maybe a little, or a lot more than I thought I was. Our dining room table has been Grand Adoption Station for the last six months, and I thought we were somewhat prepared to send off our dossier.
We weren't.
Call me naive. Over confident. I can take it.
My defense: I was putting off fully completing the dossier because I knew it would be at least a month until we would be allowed to send it off (we were still waiting on 1-800A approval), and Mr. Fly has been in the middle of changing jobs (which means we are required to redo a lot of our paperwork). Our home study was in the middle of being updated as well... Lots of things going on, and things were changing all the time.
On Tuesday afternoon, May 1st, I was helping a friend paint her garage (with taller than normal ceilings I might add), and my phone rang in my pocket. I ignored the call because at the time I was in a balancing act while trying to get to the highest corner above the steps---one foot near the top of the ladder and one foot on the railing going up the steps. Safety first, right?
I checked my voice mail when I was finished, and I had a message from our adoption agency asking to call back right away regarding our adoption documents.
I called back quickly, and our coordinator told us there had been some changes in I*n*d**a, and that she needed our paperwork by the end of the week. This was totally unexpected for our agency as well, so over 20 families in our program got this call, and I am sure it was really overwhelming for our agency too.
The rest is somewhat blurry... I am going to record what I CAN recall, minus about a thousand details (you will most likely be bored reading this unless you are adopting, or feel the call to adopt, and want to know what NOT to do--I wanted to record this so we could read it when we needed a laugh). I write about our adoption process/glitches with a light heart... Yes, the adoption process can be very stressful. Yes, it takes a lot of time, patience, etc. BUT. We KNOW it is SO worth it. If it means one more child can have a family, know JESUS, and feel loved and wanted....then there is not a price you can put on these little lives. These children are worth every little bit of it, and more.
So, here goes:
1st Day of Extreme Paper Chasing:
Tuesday Night: Shock mode. What should we do first? Panic, of course.
Wednesday: Woke up early and went to pick up a signed letter to confirm that Grant works at RGI. Finished up some paperwork while I was there. That took a couple of hours. During this time, I sadly realized that our main notary who signed a couple dozen documents, filled them out incorrectly. Sigh, but realize this can be fixed. Reprinted all of the incorrectly notarized cover sheets to take back to the notary to have them corrected. This particular notary was out of town, there was a long wait for another notary at the same bank, and then another notary was available but she was commissioned in Clark County. I did not have the time to go to Clark County Courthouse to get her signature authenticated prior to having the documents apostilled that night. Fail. Mr. Fly was in training at his new job south of town, so we decided to find and meet at another bank towards that direction. However, before I went any further south, I stopped at home to check the mail as we were expecting some notarized license documents from our home study agency that were sent overnight, and we needed them immediately. No mail in our mailbox, so I went on a hunt, and intercepted our mail lady (stalked her) and asked if she had something for us...she did, and handed it over to me. Whoot!
I went to a bank downtown to find a notary, but I got leery after seeing armed guards and hoards of people inside the bank, so I turned around and left carrying my tote full of paperwork (my gut told me that this was not the place to entrust our precious paperwork with). By this time, I thought Mr. Fly would be wrapping up training, so I decided to find a bank south of town we could meet at instead in hopes of saving time. I called this bank, and asked if they had a notary on staff, and what county he/she was commissioned in, and when their commission expires (has to have at least a year left on it). Drove to bank south of town, but Mr. Fly got out of training 40 minutes later than anticipated. He needed to be at the bank in order to get all of our documents notarized since some required both of our signatures. Anyway, he was on his way as fast as he could... Meanwhile, I get to the bank around 12:30, and the notary told me she can't start signing documents until Mr. Fly was present as well. I told her he would be there shortly, but she was a good employee, and was not about to bend the rules....at least not at first. When she saw the stack of papers I had, saw the look of anxiety on my face, heard that we still needed to go to Montgomery County Courthouse, still needed to pick up our home study from our caseworker on the east side of Columbus, had to go to Franklin County Courthouse to get the home study's notary signature authenticated, and then finally go to the Secretary of State to get some of our documents apostilled before 4:30, she gave in sweetly. She really was super sweet, and efficient. Mr. Fly finally rolls in, and we were able to get everything notarized quickly. After that, we jump into our vehicles, and rush to Montgomery County Courthouse (was loads of excitement trying to find a parking place). We park next to each other, feed the parking meters, and begin a half jog/run to the courthouse. Mr. Fly got a little embarrassed at one point by our pounding of the pavement (or maybe it was my awkward run), but then he remembered why we were doing it (she is way worth it), and kept up his pace. We went through security at the courthouse, wind our way around to the Clerk of Courts. We found the Clerk of Courts office, rifled through my tote, and pulled out all of our notarized documents to get the notary signatures authenticated. Counted documents thrice, told the clerk how many authentications we need, and w.a.i.t. for her to process the authentications. While she was doing this, I organized paperwork again.
The clerk finished up, we paid up, and headed out. We walked quickly out of the courthouse, and then we broke into a run again upon exiting the building. Found our cars, drove separately to an exit on I-70. Park Mr. Fly's car at a Shell station, and ran in and bought two sweet teas, a bag of chips, and a bag of chocolate covered raisins to share for lunch. We were parched. That was the best tea I have ever had. We jump into the Honda, and head east to Columbus. I think this was around 2:00. We drove to our home study assessor's house and picked up corrected home study, and then Mr. Fly dropped me off at Franklin County Courthouse. After traipsing around the building for awhile, and getting bad directions, I finally found out that the Clerk of Courts was in a NEW building down the street. Alright, on my way! Found a new courthouse, found Clerk of Courts, and was greeted by a halfway grumpy clerk. I started small talking with her as she was working on our authentications, and she realized that we were adopting, and asked about our little girl. She warmed up as I told her a little about our daughter, and her heart softened. She then ministered to me. She talked about how she took care of her ill sister and mother a few years back, and it was very demanding of her time, energy, etc. At the time, it was very hard on her, but now she is so glad she was able to help them, and realized that life.was.not.about.her. (This is what God has had heavy on our hearts). Anyway, she spoke truth and encouragement to me, and it was such a blessing after a huge day and when fears about the future started creeping up. We finished up at Franklin County Courthouse, and headed a few blocks down the street to the Secretary of State building. We found a parking spot in the parking garage, and then proceed to locate the Secretary of State's office. With some help, we found it, got our entry passes, and made our entrance. They knew we were trouble when they saw my tote with papers rising out of it. I tried to make some jokes, and didn't get much response from the man at the desk besides him handing me a stapler to finish up stapling the documents properly (we weren't sure how they wanted them stapled so we waited until we got there to wrap things up). I gave some more attempts to make the guy smile, but it didn't work. When we left the desk, Mr. Fly nicely told me that maybe I should realize when people don't want to joke around. Advice duly noted, thank you, dear. As they were finishing up, they told us the balance, and said they only took check or cash. Oh, wonderful. I had left my checkbook in the car. By this time, it was like ten til five, and I could tell they weren't probably willing to wait around for us. Mr. Fly headed to the parking garage to get a check, and then a lady behind the counter told me there was a Huntington Bank ATM down the street. Yay! I was able to access the ATM, and ran back in with the money. They were happy to have their money, and I was happy to have our documents. I called Mr. Fly, and said, "I don't need the checkbook now, you can just pick me up outside the building!". Mr. Fly was happy. Everyone was happy. The security guard even let Mr. Fly take his laminated security pass home (souvenir?) because by this time it was 5 o'clock, and we assumed it was because Mr. Guard didn't want to be stuck there after 5:00 waiting for us to bring the pass back in. So yes, even the security guard was happy, because he got to go home on time.
Happy ending to a productive, chaotic day.
Thank you, Lord! So much.
To be continued (Day 2).
It demands respect.
I underestimated. Well, not totally, but maybe a little, or a lot more than I thought I was. Our dining room table has been Grand Adoption Station for the last six months, and I thought we were somewhat prepared to send off our dossier.
We weren't.
Call me naive. Over confident. I can take it.
My defense: I was putting off fully completing the dossier because I knew it would be at least a month until we would be allowed to send it off (we were still waiting on 1-800A approval), and Mr. Fly has been in the middle of changing jobs (which means we are required to redo a lot of our paperwork). Our home study was in the middle of being updated as well... Lots of things going on, and things were changing all the time.
On Tuesday afternoon, May 1st, I was helping a friend paint her garage (with taller than normal ceilings I might add), and my phone rang in my pocket. I ignored the call because at the time I was in a balancing act while trying to get to the highest corner above the steps---one foot near the top of the ladder and one foot on the railing going up the steps. Safety first, right?
I checked my voice mail when I was finished, and I had a message from our adoption agency asking to call back right away regarding our adoption documents.
I called back quickly, and our coordinator told us there had been some changes in I*n*d**a, and that she needed our paperwork by the end of the week. This was totally unexpected for our agency as well, so over 20 families in our program got this call, and I am sure it was really overwhelming for our agency too.
The rest is somewhat blurry... I am going to record what I CAN recall, minus about a thousand details (you will most likely be bored reading this unless you are adopting, or feel the call to adopt, and want to know what NOT to do--I wanted to record this so we could read it when we needed a laugh). I write about our adoption process/glitches with a light heart... Yes, the adoption process can be very stressful. Yes, it takes a lot of time, patience, etc. BUT. We KNOW it is SO worth it. If it means one more child can have a family, know JESUS, and feel loved and wanted....then there is not a price you can put on these little lives. These children are worth every little bit of it, and more.
So, here goes:
1st Day of Extreme Paper Chasing:
Tuesday Night: Shock mode. What should we do first? Panic, of course.
Wednesday: Woke up early and went to pick up a signed letter to confirm that Grant works at RGI. Finished up some paperwork while I was there. That took a couple of hours. During this time, I sadly realized that our main notary who signed a couple dozen documents, filled them out incorrectly. Sigh, but realize this can be fixed. Reprinted all of the incorrectly notarized cover sheets to take back to the notary to have them corrected. This particular notary was out of town, there was a long wait for another notary at the same bank, and then another notary was available but she was commissioned in Clark County. I did not have the time to go to Clark County Courthouse to get her signature authenticated prior to having the documents apostilled that night. Fail. Mr. Fly was in training at his new job south of town, so we decided to find and meet at another bank towards that direction. However, before I went any further south, I stopped at home to check the mail as we were expecting some notarized license documents from our home study agency that were sent overnight, and we needed them immediately. No mail in our mailbox, so I went on a hunt, and intercepted our mail lady (stalked her) and asked if she had something for us...she did, and handed it over to me. Whoot!
I went to a bank downtown to find a notary, but I got leery after seeing armed guards and hoards of people inside the bank, so I turned around and left carrying my tote full of paperwork (my gut told me that this was not the place to entrust our precious paperwork with). By this time, I thought Mr. Fly would be wrapping up training, so I decided to find a bank south of town we could meet at instead in hopes of saving time. I called this bank, and asked if they had a notary on staff, and what county he/she was commissioned in, and when their commission expires (has to have at least a year left on it). Drove to bank south of town, but Mr. Fly got out of training 40 minutes later than anticipated. He needed to be at the bank in order to get all of our documents notarized since some required both of our signatures. Anyway, he was on his way as fast as he could... Meanwhile, I get to the bank around 12:30, and the notary told me she can't start signing documents until Mr. Fly was present as well. I told her he would be there shortly, but she was a good employee, and was not about to bend the rules....at least not at first. When she saw the stack of papers I had, saw the look of anxiety on my face, heard that we still needed to go to Montgomery County Courthouse, still needed to pick up our home study from our caseworker on the east side of Columbus, had to go to Franklin County Courthouse to get the home study's notary signature authenticated, and then finally go to the Secretary of State to get some of our documents apostilled before 4:30, she gave in sweetly. She really was super sweet, and efficient. Mr. Fly finally rolls in, and we were able to get everything notarized quickly. After that, we jump into our vehicles, and rush to Montgomery County Courthouse (was loads of excitement trying to find a parking place). We park next to each other, feed the parking meters, and begin a half jog/run to the courthouse. Mr. Fly got a little embarrassed at one point by our pounding of the pavement (or maybe it was my awkward run), but then he remembered why we were doing it (she is way worth it), and kept up his pace. We went through security at the courthouse, wind our way around to the Clerk of Courts. We found the Clerk of Courts office, rifled through my tote, and pulled out all of our notarized documents to get the notary signatures authenticated. Counted documents thrice, told the clerk how many authentications we need, and w.a.i.t. for her to process the authentications. While she was doing this, I organized paperwork again.
The clerk finished up, we paid up, and headed out. We walked quickly out of the courthouse, and then we broke into a run again upon exiting the building. Found our cars, drove separately to an exit on I-70. Park Mr. Fly's car at a Shell station, and ran in and bought two sweet teas, a bag of chips, and a bag of chocolate covered raisins to share for lunch. We were parched. That was the best tea I have ever had. We jump into the Honda, and head east to Columbus. I think this was around 2:00. We drove to our home study assessor's house and picked up corrected home study, and then Mr. Fly dropped me off at Franklin County Courthouse. After traipsing around the building for awhile, and getting bad directions, I finally found out that the Clerk of Courts was in a NEW building down the street. Alright, on my way! Found a new courthouse, found Clerk of Courts, and was greeted by a halfway grumpy clerk. I started small talking with her as she was working on our authentications, and she realized that we were adopting, and asked about our little girl. She warmed up as I told her a little about our daughter, and her heart softened. She then ministered to me. She talked about how she took care of her ill sister and mother a few years back, and it was very demanding of her time, energy, etc. At the time, it was very hard on her, but now she is so glad she was able to help them, and realized that life.was.not.about.her. (This is what God has had heavy on our hearts). Anyway, she spoke truth and encouragement to me, and it was such a blessing after a huge day and when fears about the future started creeping up. We finished up at Franklin County Courthouse, and headed a few blocks down the street to the Secretary of State building. We found a parking spot in the parking garage, and then proceed to locate the Secretary of State's office. With some help, we found it, got our entry passes, and made our entrance. They knew we were trouble when they saw my tote with papers rising out of it. I tried to make some jokes, and didn't get much response from the man at the desk besides him handing me a stapler to finish up stapling the documents properly (we weren't sure how they wanted them stapled so we waited until we got there to wrap things up). I gave some more attempts to make the guy smile, but it didn't work. When we left the desk, Mr. Fly nicely told me that maybe I should realize when people don't want to joke around. Advice duly noted, thank you, dear. As they were finishing up, they told us the balance, and said they only took check or cash. Oh, wonderful. I had left my checkbook in the car. By this time, it was like ten til five, and I could tell they weren't probably willing to wait around for us. Mr. Fly headed to the parking garage to get a check, and then a lady behind the counter told me there was a Huntington Bank ATM down the street. Yay! I was able to access the ATM, and ran back in with the money. They were happy to have their money, and I was happy to have our documents. I called Mr. Fly, and said, "I don't need the checkbook now, you can just pick me up outside the building!". Mr. Fly was happy. Everyone was happy. The security guard even let Mr. Fly take his laminated security pass home (souvenir?) because by this time it was 5 o'clock, and we assumed it was because Mr. Guard didn't want to be stuck there after 5:00 waiting for us to bring the pass back in. So yes, even the security guard was happy, because he got to go home on time.
Happy ending to a productive, chaotic day.
Thank you, Lord! So much.
To be continued (Day 2).
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Child Study Found Near West Coast
Hey, hey, hey. Her study arrived. Much to our surprise, it seems it came through the mail, and not a bobbing bottle.
We were very excited to get this study.
I got an e-mail from our agency coordinator while I was running some errands, and due to me having a 'dumb' phone (vs. smart phone), I could only read that our child study had arrived in their office near the West Coast. I assumed that this meant the child study was attached to the e-mail, but could not be sure. I quickly called Mr. Fly on his 'smart' phone, and said, "Quick! Log into my e-mail, and see if the child study is attached to the e-mail that our agency sent me today!" My words may or may not have sounded clear or precise---all I know is that Mr. Fly got the point of the call, and he was more than happy to investigate.
Do you feel sorry for Mr. Fly yet? You probably already did.
Anyway, he logs into my e-mail, and confirms that, yes, there was an attachment, and I continue to let jumbled and excited words flow out of my mouth about hurrying up and opening up the attachment {like he wasn't already}. It is a little scary, but very exciting feeling to know that what you are about to find out is going to have a huge impact on your life.
So we have it.
She is still real. She exists. She is extra special.
We love her.
A child study is basically a medical, developmental, and social narrative of a child's life. So, you can see why we were eagerly awaiting her study. Due to protecting the adoption process and her privacy, I will not share a lot of the details on here right now since it is so public.
Also, last Saturday we received confirmation that our 1-800A documents had been received by immigration. This is not an approval, but just a 'pat on the back' to let us know we can try to chill out, and know that our paperwork is being processed in some way, shape, or form. Our next step will be to await a notice telling us when we can go give our fingerprints.
Not looking forward to fingerprints again. I apparently have prune-like fingerprints, and the 'fingerprint techs' have a terrible time trying to get good ones. I try not to take it personal as the techs swoon over Mr. Fly's perfectly smooth and easily captured fingerprints.
We are moving forward, and that is a reason for major PRAISE to God.
Until next time.
We were very excited to get this study.
I got an e-mail from our agency coordinator while I was running some errands, and due to me having a 'dumb' phone (vs. smart phone), I could only read that our child study had arrived in their office near the West Coast. I assumed that this meant the child study was attached to the e-mail, but could not be sure. I quickly called Mr. Fly on his 'smart' phone, and said, "Quick! Log into my e-mail, and see if the child study is attached to the e-mail that our agency sent me today!" My words may or may not have sounded clear or precise---all I know is that Mr. Fly got the point of the call, and he was more than happy to investigate.
Do you feel sorry for Mr. Fly yet? You probably already did.
Anyway, he logs into my e-mail, and confirms that, yes, there was an attachment, and I continue to let jumbled and excited words flow out of my mouth about hurrying up and opening up the attachment {like he wasn't already}. It is a little scary, but very exciting feeling to know that what you are about to find out is going to have a huge impact on your life.
So we have it.
She is still real. She exists. She is extra special.
We love her.
A child study is basically a medical, developmental, and social narrative of a child's life. So, you can see why we were eagerly awaiting her study. Due to protecting the adoption process and her privacy, I will not share a lot of the details on here right now since it is so public.
Also, last Saturday we received confirmation that our 1-800A documents had been received by immigration. This is not an approval, but just a 'pat on the back' to let us know we can try to chill out, and know that our paperwork is being processed in some way, shape, or form. Our next step will be to await a notice telling us when we can go give our fingerprints.
Not looking forward to fingerprints again. I apparently have prune-like fingerprints, and the 'fingerprint techs' have a terrible time trying to get good ones. I try not to take it personal as the techs swoon over Mr. Fly's perfectly smooth and easily captured fingerprints.
We are moving forward, and that is a reason for major PRAISE to God.
Until next time.
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