Head-cold

I've been battling a horrible head-cold for over a week. It has been affecting my ability to sleep, which in turn has been affecting my ability to parent (and Clark might say have a little something to say about the kind of spouse I've been lately!). Three days ago I lost my voice, those listed above might have done a little behind-my-back celebrating... Two days ago I became extremely emotional (I had myself a little cry at Thanksgiving dinner while everyone was sharing what they are thankful for). Yesterday I broke down and went to the doctor, as I was afraid to board an airplane with my new emotional, voiceless, uber-cranky personality. Diagnosis: double ear infection, strep throat, sinus infection. Yuck! I am now armed with HUMONGOUS antibiotics and, 24-hours later, a little bit better attitude. :)

I took the kids in to be swabbed and Simon has strep as well. I am so relieved that we both are back on the road to "better".

Clark, by the way, has been popping Vitamin C like a junkie. I hope he stays healthy for our trip.

Here is another favorite picture of S.A.; look at those eyelashes!

Cheers!

Last night my co-workers threw a celebration for our successful court date and our travels to Sylvie-Agnoti. It was such a nice evening. I am fortunate to work with wonderful people. Little S.A. has no idea how many are waiting to hug on her!

11 Days

In just eleven days we will be holding Sylvie-Agnoti in our arms. It seems surreal. Today we put the finishing touches on our paperwork. We will have our taxes and wills notarized this afternoon.

We leave Missoula on December 6th and arrive in Addis Ababa on December 7th. We will meet our girl on the 8th (Monday) and take her back to our guesthouse with us. Wednesday is our embassy appointment to apply for a Visa and have her medical exam. Friday we pick up S.A.'s Visa. Saturday evening we leave Addis, home at nearly midnight on Sunday.

My parents will bring the boys to the airport to meet their sister. They are so excited! I imagine that first meeting and it is wonderful.

In the meantime, enjoy these pictures... They were taken by our friend's sister-in-law. S.A. was teething and we have a series of chewing-on-tongue snaps. I love them!

Shopping, Organizing, Packing

What a weekend! We have been shopping for all of our medicinals and other goodies we need with us in Ethiopia. It is hard to believe that we will be in-country this time two weeks from now! We have organized all of our bathroom stuff, the toys we will bring for S.-A. to play with, passports and other important paperwork... And, we packed little-girl clothes tonight. Ahhhhh, I've never packed for a girl before.

It is so exciting to think how close we are getting!

Here is another picture that we love.....

Alarmed!

A detour from the posting pattern I've established, but it must be done:

Tonight Simon had basketball practice at the school where I teach Gifted Ed. on Fridays. I had a previous engagement [a radio broadcast about homelessness that I'll write about sometime, when things are slow :) ] and drove to the school before going home. Jake called, asking if he could walk up and meet us, then the three of us could ride home together. My first thought, "No, I know you haven't finished your homework." My second thought, "No, it's so dark tonight; I don't want you walking the winding street up to the school." My third thought, "No, you were a HUGE stinker earlier tonight."

So, I said, "Yes."

Why, when something was telling me to say "no"???

On with the story... Nearing the end of practice Jake sits on a desk near the exit that is cleverly positioned under the fire alarm. He propels himself off of the desk, managing to hit his shoulder on the plastic casing. In trying to fit the lid back on tightly, he sets the alarm off and as people turn to look, there he is with his hand up in the alarm looking like he is intentionally screwing with it. Then the alarm completely comes apart and begins shrieking at a faster and faster pace.

No, that's not quite right. ...begins SHRIEKING faster and faster like an ANXIETY ATTACK...

Much better.

Keep in mind that we are in a gymnasium that is huge and echo-y. All eyes on us, parents quickly start scrambling to retrieve their children. This part seems slow motion... ...kids are screaming and dropping to their knees (dramatic, but they ARE third graders), parents are trying to grab their belongings while covering their ears and motioning at their writhing children with their elbows, all are running out of the gym shooting looks like, "Why would those people pull the alarm? What's wrong with them?" The last guy out yells at us to call 911 and let them know it is not an emergency so that we will be in LESS trouble when security and the firetrucks show up.

Is this really happening? Why didn't I listen to the "no"!!!!!

I call 911. 911 calls the district's head of security. The security guy rolls in about ten minutes later. Fire crew shows up. We all trudge to the scene, wincing at the rapid-fire screams emitted from the gymnasium. The fire crew shuts down the sound system and within minutes we are told that we can go home.

On the way to the car Jake says, "Wow. Sorry about the whole alarm thing Mom. Hey, maybe I'd want to be a fire man. Their job seems cool."

Really? Really???

P7040762

Picture number P7040762. Our first offical meeting. It was in this picture I realized the little girl with the big hair-do was our daughter. I whooped and hollared like crazy. Then I sent the following email to our co-director...

"I FOUND HER (Agnoti)!!!!!!!!!!! SHE IS THE KIDDO THAT I HAVE HAD MY EYE ON TOO!!!!!! I am pretty sure she is the little girl in the last batch of pictures (Hope Kids 2008) in the yellow shirt with the big hair. The first time I saw her my stomach had butterflies (this was before our referral!!!). THANK YOU!!! Crystal and Clark"

Isn't she wonderful?

Referral

This is the email I sent our co-director the morning after missing her phone call... "I am hoping I did not imagine your phone call last night. I do not have a message on my machine this morning, which either means I deleted it, or that I was dreaming! If my memory serves correctly you said you had a question for us. Does it sound like, 'Would you like to adopt this wonderful little girl?' Lol!"

She wrote back... "We have a year old little girl. She is beautiful! Weak and a little malnourished. She had a beautiful head of hair but they had to shave it this week. She is weak, like I said but is healthy and will be just fine. She is beautiful--we all wanted to steal her!!! If you let me know today I will have them file tomorrow!"

Those were the most magical words we had ever heard. Of course we said yes, yes, yes, yes!!!

Agony

Near the end of June our co-director traveled to Ethiopia. She asked if anyone would consider a referral for a healthy child without seeing pictures or paperwork. It took Clark and I less than two minutes to decide that we would receive the child meant for us regardless of information. We likened it to a biological child that you do not get pictures or paperwork on--you get the child that is perfect for you.

We were so hopeful for the referral of our daughter.

On June 29th we missed a middle-of-the-night phone call from Ethiopia. We felt we might have missed our referral call. It was agony waiting for another contact...

Take Our Breath Away

The first time we saw Agnoti was before her referral to our family. On June 29th I spied a picture of her that another adoptive parent had taken when they traveled to their child. The moment I saw her I had a physiological reaction--my hands were sweaty, I felt tingly, my heartbeat sped up. I yelled for Clark to come quickly. He looked at her and said, "Are you crazy? We ARE NOT falling in love with a picture of someone else's baby." I promptly ignored his gentle warning, proceeding to email our adoption group with the following... "I was wondering about the sweetie-pie with the "wild do" in 712 & 713!"


Here is the first picture we ever saw of Agnoti.


Agnoti, you take our breath away....

First Day

Yesterday was an emotional, happy, relief and joy-filled whirlwind of a day! So many calls, emails, tears, and hugs. We are very thankful for our supportive family, friends and co-workers.

Clark bought cigars and handed them out to anyone that so much as looked sideways at him all day. He had perma-grin and kept telling others, "I am a daddy to the most wonderful little girl." I brought bagles, orange juice, and Ethiopian coffee to my staff. Our secretary posted Sylvie-Agnoti's pictures on her computer for passerby to see and hung posters announcing our good news. What a crazy day at work!

When we got home family and friends started showing up. We decided it was a party and called more friends. We were up late and it was a wonderful, festive evening.

Our hearts are soaring and so full of joy and possibility. Our first official day as Sylvie's parents was amazing!

Introducing....

Sylvie-Agnoti Teresa Tower!

What a beautiful day for our family...

The Day is Done...

It is bedtime in Montana. The kids are hugged, kissed and tucked in.

In Addis the sun is rising. It is a new day. Agnoti's case is heard before the Ethiopian judges today, Thursday the 13th of November, 2008.

Is this our day? Will we hear those magical words, "You have a daughter. She is ready to come home."

This one looks easier...

INDIAN PUDDING

2 eggs, lightly beaten
1 cup cornmeal
1/2 cup flour
1/2 cup molasses
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ginger
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
2 quarts milk, scaldedwhipped cream

In a saucepan over medium heat add all ingredients except for the milk. Beat thoroughly. Pour in milk slowly, stirring continuously until the mixture begins to thicken.
Pour into an ovenproof casserole dish and bake for 30 minutes.

Serve with a dollop of whipped cream and a sprinkling of cinnamon sugar if desired.

Recipe found on Cooks.com (submitted by CM)

National Indian Pudding Day

November 13th, Sylvie-Agnoti's court date, is also know as National Indian Pudding Day. I found a recipe for Indian Pudding that looks delicious... http://www.elise.com/recipes/archives/000251indian_pudding.php

Make it! We are going to.

New Specs

Liam is sporting new glasses. Isn't he beautiful!

Thich Nhat Hahn

Last June I posted about my calendar quotes from Thich Nhat Hahn. He often seems to speak to our adoption. This month's quote states, "Our smile affirms our awareness and determination to live in peace and joy. The source of a true smile is an awakened mind."

For the last few weeks Clark and I have made a pointed effort to smile when things are difficult. When something really trying happens we give each other a huge, goofy grin. It helps.

Right now, living in peace and joy is a priority.

This morning we received an email from our agency's director who is in Ethiopia right now. He says the judges have requested Agnoti's letter of approval from the Minestry of Women's Affairs by Thursday. He believes our adoption will be approved.

Six more days. Deep breath, muster up the patience and faith to continue waiting, smile, peace and joy.

Update

The Ministry of Women's Affairs still has not recommended Agnoti for adoption. The Ethiopian courts have given MOWA one week to hand in the paperwork or the judges will approve our adoption without their letter. Fantastic!!!

We are probably traveling the second week of December. We will most-likely have a court date of December 10th.

And more... Our co-director visited the orphanage yesterday. She said Agnoti is pulling herself up on things but not walking yet. She said Agnoti laughs and laughs and laughs. Our girl is happy.

What wonderful news to wake up to!

Extraordinary

Our country experienced a beautiful thing tonight.

Welcome, Barack Obama. Hope abounds!

Geuna no

(not yet) It is possibile that the estimation of our court date was incorrect. The cases that went to court today did not include ours. Of the cases that did go to court, three passed which is so encouraging. One did not pass, due to paperwork issues. We really feel for this family.

So, we don't know. Hopefully we will have more to say soon.

In Ethiopia

...it is 6:00 a.m. Our court date could take place within a few hours. We are feeling very peaceful about tomorrow's phone call.

Clark and I have planned a lunch date for tomorrow. We will either be celebrating or coming up with a new set of plans for travel.

Please, wish us luck.

Before eating,

the children in S-A's orphanage say the following:

Thank you God for this day.
We love you.
We need you.
Be with us.
Protect us.
Bless our food.
Bless our thoughts.
And guide us in your way.
In Jesus' name we pray.
Amen.

We have been practicing this together at home so it is familiar for S-A when she is home with us. When she is home with us...

It's a date...

NOVEMBER 4th IS OUR NEW COURT DATE.

Jake says, "That's my lucky number!"

Simon says, "That is the day of the presidential election."

Liam says, "That night I have a band concert."

These statements so reflect our boy's personalities. We feel good about this date. This is the one!!!

Words from Lily

We received this email from another Hope Adoption mom, whose daughter knows Sylvie-Agnoti from the orphanage:

Hi. Our new daughter, Lily (Yaebsira) was looking at some of the kids pictures from Hope and said, "Ooh, I like her." and pointed to Agnoti. She called her Agnot but said,"Sometimes we called her Agnoti too." We looked up your e-mail address and thought we'd send you a note about your sweetie. Lily said that Agnoti is so nice and quiet and doesn't "disturb" like some of the others. Lily is almost 12, so she does indeed enjoy her quiet time. Lily said, "I love the way she eats her food--she's so cute!" I always loved any updates on Lily, so I hope you don't mind me sharing. God Bless your evening, Cathy Mikus

Thank you Lily for your sweet words. And thank you Cathy, your email brightened our day.

And here's #7

So it turns out (thanks Rebecca Smith!) when you are tagged you share 7 random facts and tag 7 other people. If you do the math on yesterday's post I am at 6 and 6. So....

Seven: I am really bad at Math. Ha! I really am. For example... The time I was in charge of getting my sister and I, and five kids, to Todd Utz' wedding. We showed up a day early. We also went to the wrong city. Bad Math. Then there was the time my sister and I, and five kids, went to Minnesota. I rented a vehicle for us with two fewer seats than we needed. Bad Math. Then there was the time I arranged flights and a rental car for a trip to Washington for my sister and I, and six kids. Never mind, you get the point... Bad Math.

Yes, my sister still speaks to me. No, we don't really take many trips together anymore. :) Xoxo, I love you Annie-bananie!

I'm "IT"

I was tagged. Thanks Gina Ellerbee, I'd flown under the radar until now. :)

Are you sure you really want to know 6 random things about me?!?

One: Clark proposed to me in French. I do not speak French but Clark dabbles in it and I think it is a beautiful language. Ahhhhh, when he speaks French I get the warm-fuzzies. Though, in retrospect, I might have said yes to just about anything. Some examples: Will you stay on your side of the bed, or at least the in the middle? Can you please, please stop running late? Do you promise to be the one who scrubs the bathroom toilet? Will you vote Republican? The answers to all of these questions are "No, no, no and more no!"

Two: I draw goofy pictures on the the kids' lunch bags. Ok, I draw them on Clark's as well. Fine, mine too...

Three: We had a shrunken-head in our basement while growing up. True. Gross. But true. My great-grandfather was a U.S. Ambassador in Mexico and was gifted the head on a trip to Brazil. Can you imagine giving someone the gift of another's head? As kids, it seemed normal. We called him Horace. Some of our friends refused to sleep over if we were sleeping in the basement(Alyssa!). I now know that it is not normal to have a shrunken-head...

Four: A heart-shaped rock is the perfect gift for me. I collect them. I love them. They fit into a hand just right. Sometimes on a really, really bad day I've been know to slip one in my pocket and carry it with me. It helps. From the time my kids were little, they've looked for heart-shaped rocks for me. When we moved, I dug several up from my garden to move with us.

Five: I write children's books, but am too afraid to look into having them published. When I write a book I wake up with the idea and have to go write it at that very moment. It's happened at all times of the night. I know that's weird. I have written several. Two are really good. I get scared, like icy-water moving over my body, when I think about doing something with them. I need a nudge. Clark said if I found a way to make one-million dollars we could adopt again. Maybe that is my nudge...

Six: I usually only really, earnestly pray when I want something. I am exploring that. I read a book not long ago addressing prayer. It suggests that anytime you engage in a truly honest conversation with another prayer is happening. Prayer does not have to be a formal event, on your knees, to God. Prayer is about living compassionately, unselfishly and carefully. Prayer is about truth as a way of being. I have a lot of thoughts rattling around in my head and heart about my own spirituality right now. I usually do not share my ideas and questions out of not wanting to offend or not wanting to seem silly and lost. Sometimes risking offense and feeling silly or lost can be very productive.

So that's it. Something romantic, something goofy, something creepy, something sappy, something scary, and something searching. Thanks Gina, that felt good!

The next contestants on You Have Been Tagged are..........

Michelle & Casey McDowell (yes, both of you!!!) http://mcdowellfamilybuzz.blogspot.com

Whitney Murphy http://outdrsycple.blogspot.com

Linsey Wisemann

Marie Tabar http://www.thetabarfamily.com

Jenny L. http://7learns.blogspot.com

Jen Groves http://groves7.blogspot.com

Watch this clip!

This video clip is from the area in Ethiopia that Agnoti is from (Awasa). Awasa is south of Addis Ababa, the capital. I am really taken by the kids and how much a couple of them look like Agnoti.

http://www.smh.com.au/interactive/2008/world/ethiopia/index.html

I have such regard for those out there working toward wellness on a global scope. Doesn't this clip make you want to reach out and do something?

In the name of bread!

BEWARE: THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME EMBELLISHMENTS FOR THE SAKE OF A GOOD READ. :)
Ugh.
I have difficulty remembering to put gas in the car. Fortunately, our car has a neon warning that counts the miles down to empty. Unfortunately, I forget to look at it on a regular basis.
Ugh.
Friday afternoon the boys and I head to Great Harvest Bakery. The BEST bread! We treat ourselves to a loaf of cinnamon-swirl every once in a while. This particular day we go to the bread store, have a hot slice and a small carton of milk each. I pay for our goodies plus a loaf of cinnamon-swirl and we leave. While starting the car I notice my friend, the neon reminder, giving me that special sign. I think to myself, "We'll get to that the next time we go somewhere."
Ugh.
Friday night Jake, Liam and I run to get a movie for a cuddle-up, eat buttery, salty popcorn with chocolate M&M's kind of night. As we pulled out of the driveway I see "17 miles to empty!" displayed on the dashboard. "No problem, we'll get gas after we pick out our movie," I think to myself. We pick out the movie, we pick out the treats. We drive home. Right past the gas station. Without filling up.
Ugh.
Saturday morning we wake up, looking forward to cups of tea and cinnamon-swirl toast. The conversation sounds like this. Me, "Boys, have you already been into the bread? I can't find it." (Hmmm...) Boys, "Nope." Me, "Will someone go out to the car and see if we forgot it?" Silence. Me, "Hey, someone run out to the car and look for the bread." Silence. Me, extremely irritated, "I know you hear me. Go find that bread!" A couple of minutes later Simon emerges from outside. No bread. Me, "Who carried the bread out of the store?" Boys, "You did." Me, "No, one of you did." Silence. Silence.
Ugh.
Saturday mid-morning I call the bread store. No, they do not remember me buying and leaving my bread. (Clark reminds me later that night of the hundreds of customers they serve daily...) Yes, they will set a loaf aside.
Saturday afternoon we head to the Department of Natural Resources and Conservation lands to walk Margaux. First, we drive up the hill to pick Liam's friend, Ryan up. At Ryan's, Liam disappears into the house, car running, I watch the minutes tick by. This is a habit of Liam's that is sooooo irritating. As I am beginning to fantasize about busting in and hauling Liam out by the back of his shirt, the boys emerge. We drive back down the hill to the DNRC and have a GREAT walk. After walking, I remember my ink cartridges should be ready at the ink-refiller store.
Ugh.
We swing by the ink-refiller store and I leave the car running as I step in "real quick". (Let me say the car has four boys and a dog in it. And they lock the door.) Ink-guy confesses that our cartridges are not-quite ready. He does his thing. I wait. The car runs.
Ugh.
After hopping back in the car I remember our loaf of cinnamon-swirl. We drive across town to Great Harvest. I pop into the store, again, car running. (Kids inside with the doors locked!) The person I spoke with on the phone did not relay the message to the girls manning the cash registers. They confess guiltily that they just sold our bread. Aarggg! (And, Clark, they do remember me. I do not know if that's good?!) They write an I-owe-you slip and tell me to come back tomorrow at noon.
Ugh.
I climb back into the car and spy my friend shrieking; we now have "4 miles to empty"! I tell the kids what a close call we are having and notice Liam's friend, Ryan, looks a bit sketched-out. I do not think things like this happen at his house. Wow, I feel like a loser as I thank my lucky stars that we did not run out of gas in Great Harvest's parking lot.
Ugh.
I stop at the closest gas station, Gary's. I've never been here before. As I turn the engine off, I notice their gas is much higher than I would expect. Hmmm. I look to my right and see a guy with a Gary's shirt on testing my fellow-customer's tires and looking under her hood. What? I look back at the Gary's sign to see "Full-Service Station" printed at the bottom. This is not typical for Montana. In Montana we do it ourselves. I am not sure what to do. Do I tip? Am I supposed to have cash? Crap, I only have my debit card. I don't even have a couple of dollars to tip if I do use my debit card. I see movement to the right. Another guy with a Gary's shirt is advancing on our car. I panic. Reflexively, my foot hits the pedal. I don't quite peel out. I don't quite pull away at an extremely fast speed. Somewhere in the middle. Not appropriate.
Ugh.
I look in the rear-view mirror, Ryan's eyes are like saucers. This definitely does not happen at Ryan's house.
Ugh.
Back on the road. My friend now says "3 miles to empty". The do-it-yourself gas station is just about that far away. Ryan-be-damned, I tell the kids to cross their fingers that we make it three more miles. After sitting through our second stop-light Ryan looks like he might jump out the window. I sympathize; I feel a little like jumping out the window too.
Ugh.
We pull in, "0 miles to empty", thank you very much. Relief does not explain the feelings I have filling my car up. Elated we made it. Scared about our close call. Giddy from adrenaline. Wanting to dance and shout for the joys of a no-service station.
We take Ryan home. Awkward goodbye.
Ugh.
Saturday night, enjoying dinner with friends, Kevin and Angela. I share this ridiculous story. I tell Clark we have to go back to the bread store at noon on Sunday. Third day in a row for one loaf of cinnamon-swirl. Everyone is laughing. Though, Clark might look a bit concerned about my mental state. He and Ryan have something in common.
Ugh.
Then it dawns on me, I left the I-owe-you slip on the counter at the bread store. Clark is sure they will remember me...

Thank you Disney

Disney has just advertised their first black princess movie. Take a look at......

http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/princessandthefrog/

How exciting!

Fortune

We had Chinese with friends, Glen and Tara, a few days ago. My cookie read: You will soon gain something you have always desired.

I hope that fortune is talking about Sylvie-Agnoti.

I am really, really trying to be optimistic. Our adoption will work out. Our little girl will come home.

On Tuesday after getting the dissapointing news about not passing court, Clark said, "If I have to, I will wait the rest of my life for this to happen. She is my daughter."

I echo that.

Strike 3, 4, 5

We've lost count.

Our adoption did not pass through court today. There does not seem to be a sensical reason for it. A letter was sent saying no that overrode our letter saying yes that overrode our letter saying no that overrode a favorable recommendation. What the heck!!!

We are angry, frustrated, and so, so sad. Our daughter is growing up in an orphanage and we are missing it. So many of our friends have kids her age. We watch in their kids what our daughter is doing; we hear their milestones and can not participate in Agnoti's. We feel so powerless and hopeless.

I sat in on two job interviews today for maternity leave that we thought was beginning in a few weeks. It was going to happen this time. I sit in on another interview tomorrow. My employer is losing patience with this unpredictability.

I want to scream and cry and throw things.

I want to go to Ethiopia and hug our girl.

I want to know her beyond pictures.

I want to stop feeling so damn lonely for someone I've not even met.

New court date: about three weeks from today, based on the Ethiopian calendar. We do not know when that will be.

Friends like this...

...don't come along very often.

It turns out Linsey's birthday is today. She offered her midnight birthday wish to Agnoti. What can be better than a birthday wish?

Perhaps a bald head? Check out Casey and Michelle's blogsite..... http://mcdowellfamilybuzz.blogspot.com/

Top that with the dozens of well-wishes and emails and we feel the support like arms wrapped snug around us.

Thank you...

Tossing and turning...

...is what we will do tonight. We find out within 24-hours if our little beauty is truly ours.

Sit tight sweet Agnoti, we are coming for you...

Just say NO

We had to say NO to Jake's birthday request. :(

He turns 15 in two days and what he wanted for his birthday was a toga party. There is something about dozens of 15-year-olds in nothing but sheets that makes us squirm.

Jake said, "Maybe next year for my Sweet-Sixteen."

NO...

Bald and Free Day

So if you read my last post, you might know where I am going with this...

October 14th, quest for an auspicious event.

Check out this link!!!!!! http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A1574/157469/300_157469.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/413875/october_14th_is_bald_and_free_day_.html&h=385&w=300&sz=10&hl=en&start=4&usg=__nI3sKySK3WIACkat78GKytB3ISU=&tbnid=cwx72HVQJp5aGM:&tbnh=123&tbnw=96&prev=/images%3Fq%3DOctober%2B14th%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den

Can you believe it?!?

Head check!

Our newest court date is October 14th, just a few days away. I have been searching for an auspicious event telling us this date is THE ONE. Until today, the most auspicious event I could muster was that a woman that I do not know has a sister with (she thinks) a birthdate of the 14th. That's not cutting it.

As many of you know, I work in an extremely low-income school. Around 80% of our kiddos qualify for Free-and-Reduced Meals. We have the highest transitory population in Missoula, as well as the highest rate of families experiencing homelessness. With that said, we also have an outstandingly high rate of head lice. Yep, head lice.

Back to our daughter...

When our beautiful girl, Sylvie-Agnoti, was brought to the orphanage she had a HUGE head of hair. It probably stood off her head 4-5 inches. It was thick, it was curly, and it stood straight up like Don King's. I loved it. Well, her hair-do was short-lived because it was crawling with critters. Her head was shaved bald, oh-so-bald, like Don Rickles. A couple of days later her playmates were bald. A few days after that some of the older kids were bald as well. Pretty soon, bald kids left and right. Clark and I have joked about our girl infecting the masses.

So....

An official email from Missoula County Public Schools Health Nurse arrived in my Inbox today. October 14th all children in our school are to be checked for lice. OUR DAUGHTER'S COURT DATE IS ON HEAD CHECK DAY!!!!

Is that auspicious or what? Ok, I'll keep searching. In the meantime, a few photos below...

Sweet Samuel

This family from our agency just brought their two little boys home from Ethiopia 5 weeks ago. Samuel, their 3-year-old, was terribly injured yesterday. Please send them your good thoughts and prayers. The following is from their website:

Samuel was injured today in an accident involving the tractor. He was airlifted from the park behind our house to Children’s Hospital in Milwaukee. We need prayers.
Currently he is still in surgery and will need many, many more. He has lost one leg below-the-knee and the other they are trying to save to the ankle. One arm is broken near the shoulder but the elbow is more critical - open fractures with tissue damage/missing.
His pelvis is also fractured on one side. His buttocks and back are injured and he needs a colostomy. If he continues to do well in surgery tonight that will be performed now.
His vitals are good. He was awake up until surgery where we were able to kiss him.

They have set up a Caring Bridge web site to keep people updated on the progress. http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/samuelphillipson

Sleepy Saturday

I have the house to myself this morning. I slept in. I caught up on emails and the blog-sites I love reading.

Clark is golfing.

Liam and Simon are at football with Aaron.


Jake is on a fishing trip with his friend Bryce. Check out the fishing duds!


I might just crawl back into bed with a book. I love a sleepy Saturday...

Family meeting

We've been struggling with how much to tell the boys about our wait that is stretching on and on. From the beginning they've wanted to know each part of the process. They've been so involved. However, over the last four months, it's been really hard on them each time we have a setback. Two days ago, when we found our date had been pushed to the 14th of October, we had a family meeting to find out what the kids want as far as information. The collecitve opinion was they want to know all of the information, even the frustrating things, as they feel if they don't know what is going on, they will worry more than they do with the disappointments.

Jake said, "I don't care what happens or how it happens as long as I get my sister by Christmas."

I think that is a first on this family's Christmas list.

Woof, woof...

This morning Clark, Simon, the dog and I were in the kitchen with the usual coffee, oatmeal, dog treats & toast. Clark looked at me and said, "You are the most beautiful girl." So nice. My tummy felt flip-floppy.

And then, Simon countered, as he looked at the dog lovingly, "Actually mom, you are the second-most beautiful girl in this room."



You've got to be kidding me!



Woof, woof...

Scenario Two:

The world is a place where things move slowly and we have to wait for a new court date for our paperwork to be reviewed again.

October 14th is the new day to look forward to. All cases were shot down today in court and most were reassigned in November. So, though it is frustrating, we are so, so glad to only be looking at two weeks.

A word about my co-workers: wonderful. This week, a surprise chocolate on my desk, emails and questions about our hopes for today, a very sweet and encouraging letter, amazing support. I am lucky to work where I do, surrounded by really great people.

xoxo, C.