Yesterday our agency emailed the embassy for an update on our case after they received the new information we gave them. Just our luck, they are closed today. But they did email and let our agency know they would email them on Friday. Hmm. My thought is if you are going to email to let someone know you will email later, why not just give the update in the first email?

Anyway.

Aside from non-update updates, we have been dealing with two kids not getting along in their shared bedroom. They have been together for several months now, and the situation is not getting better. To be completely fair, Ava had her own room for 8 years, and then we put her brother in it with her. It happens to be hot pink, which I think Owen isn't crazy about. And Ava is always trying to put her stuff all over the place and on his dresser. Plus she locks him out whenever she thinks we aren't paying attention. In the end, we always know when she has done this because Owen freaks out and starts pounding on the door and yelling. Plus, Owen has the tendency to call it Ava's room, so we know he doesn't really consider it his.

I am not real sure how to handle this situation. We were going to finish a room downstairs for him this summer, but adoption being what it is, it is costing us more as time passes then we had originally thought. So, this summer isn't going to happen. I think I probably need to change the color and that would help some, but Ava is freaking out about a color change. But it hardly seems fair for Owen to live in a hot pink bedroom.

Maybe because it's summer and they are forced to be with each other all the time that may be contributing to some of this angst. Either way, I have to find a way to deal with it before they kill each other. Owen has occasionally resorted to biting her when he gets really mad, and Ava resorts to telling him he's a baby, and there has been more than once where I have heard her tell him that she hates him. Ah, brotherly/sisterly love. We nip this in the bud really fast. I haven't yet told them how much fun they are going to have when the kidlets come home and get bigger and get into both of their things. That should shake them to the core!

Weirdest play date ever

Last week one of Ava's little friends from school called, and the girls really wanted to get together. Now Chris and I have a strict policy that we don't allow our kids to go to people's houses that we don't know very well. So I told the mom that her daughter was welcome to come to our house, or we could meet at a park and the girls could play and us moms could chat. She decided for the second option which is totally what I would have done in her shoes.

Fast forward to today- I made our lunches and got our waters and we headed over to the park. I pulled in right at 10:00 which was our time to meet. This older man heads over my way and says "Are you Jess?" Um what? (I didn't say that, I actually said yes) Turns out the mom had an appointment, so she had her dad drop off her daughter at the park, and then the grandpa left. Now, I thought this was bizarre for several reasons:

1. The mom and I had a fairly lenghty discussion on how she has the same rules as us, no going with people she doesn't know well, so not only does the mom drop her off with a complete stranger, but she has her dad do it!

2. Why on earth would you not call and let someone know you had an appt. and would it be okay for your dad to drop her off?

Maybe it's just me, but I would never not tell someone that I can't make it, send my dad in my place, and drop my child off when it was supposed to be both moms, both daughters and our sons for a picnic lunch at the park.

I've never been put into a situation like that before. I am sure the mom has a very good reason for her appt., but again, people are only a phone call away- I guess in my mind it's just proper ettiquette. Oh well, at least the girls had a good time. And Owen had a good time following them around. Even I had a good time because I brought my Country Living and Better Homes and Garden magazines with me "just in case". Can I take a moment to say how old I feel when the above magazines are my reading of choice? I remember being a little girl and flipping through those same magazines of my mom's and thinking how lame they were!

Finally Monday

You don't hear that very often! But Monday means that the US Embassy is hopefully working on our case. I waited all weekend for this!

As far as my Monday, well, I am hoping to fill it with lots of distractions. I am trying to make it until Wednesday morning to call the Embassy. Even I realize that if I called them today when they were just given the new info. last Friday, that that may be pushing their ability to get anything done in one day.

So my day has shaped up so far:

Broken up numerous brother/sister fights.
Told Ava many times that we do not call our brother annoying.
Drank one cup of Lipton Iced Tea.
Done two loads of dishes (no dishwasher here!)
Done one load of laundry.
Busted the curtain in our bedroom.
Made Ava go through her clothes to see what she doesn't want because they don't all fit in the drawer and she is jamming them in there.
Checked my email several times.
Had to flush the toilet by taking the top of the tank off because I busted the handle and haven't quite gotten around to fixing it yet.
Killed one mosquito (I hate those things).
Watched Owen kill one spider. (I know it sounds like I am wussing out on this one, but Owen has developed a fear of them, and so I figure the best way to get over that fear is to deal with it. Plus it was a teeny, tiny one, and even he wasn't too afraid!)
Wondered a million times if any work has gotten done as far as our visas.

And it's only 8:43 am.

Waiting Sucks

There really is no other way to put it- waiting sucks.

Adoption is all about waiting. You wait to get paperwork filed, you wait for a referral, then you wait for updates, you wait on two separate governements, and you wait some more. By far the worst wait is the waiting we are doing now- the final wait, the wait for the embassy to give us the visas if they see fit to do so.

They have asked us for some additional information which hopefully was given to them last Friday. I have never wanted a weekend to go by so fast in my life so things could move forward again and keep our process going!

In the mean time, I haven't been doing the best. There are times where I will just break out into spontaneous crying. This happens a lot when I go pass their room and see their beds and blankets that were sewn just for them, and open their drawers and see all their clothes. Waiting, waiting for them.

I have heartburn from all the stressing, plus I am not sleeping well at night. Do you ever feel like your body is keyed up so tight that it is almost vibrating? That's how I feel right now. I look at my computer a million times a day in the off chance that an email came in since the last time I looked 5 minutes ago. It's best for me to just be out of my house and distracted, but that isn't feasible for a long term plan.

I know, the obvious answer is to give it to God. And I am trying, it's just that I am struggling so hard with it right now. Because what will I do if it isn't God's will for these kids to be a part of my family? How will I ever deal with that?

Please keep praying- I so need them right now.

More adoption prayers and a milestone anniversary

Today our in country coordinator either had or will have a meeting with the embassy about our case. I am trying to figure out with the time change if it has already happened, and I guess there is about a 50/50 chance it has. Our agency doesn't open for about another hour, and the director is quite busy, so I am thinking it will be several hours before I hear anything. I can already feel the heartburn!

I think I may be the most annoying person to our agency today- I am anticipating a lot of "did you hear anything yet" phone calls to them. Even though I completely realize that it is akin to your child asking "are we there yet" two seconds after you pull out of your driveway for a 4 hour trip to Grandma's house.

It also happens to by Chris' and my 10 year anniversary today. Man, that sounds like a long time. (in the best possible way!) I have been married to him for 1/3 of my life- that sounds even longer!!

Have to admit I somehow snagged one of the best men in the world, no idea how that happened. And I have to laugh that when I originally met him I wasn't really looking for a relationship and so I tried to set him up with a good friend of mine. After about a month of extolling his virtues to her I came to the realization that why in the world was I trying to set him up with her? I needed to set him up with me!

We had a fairly rough go in the beginning, the one incident that springs forth from my memory is when we both went to a christian conference over New Year's- remember
Y2K? When lots of people thought the world would go crazy with the computer transition to 2000? Anyway, we went to this christian new year's get together, and Chris said that I might as well meet his parents. And then, I kid you not, the following sentence came out of his mouth: "My parents are going to think that you are my girlfriend, but you're not." Oh my word, I can't even tell you what I was thinking at the time! And then when I did meet his parents, his mom got all Tommy Boy on me and gave me this huge, crushing hug when all I tried to do was shake her hand so Chris wouldn't freak out! I still laugh every time I think of this story.

Anyway, fast forward 11 1/2 years later and we are still going strong. I love him so much and am so thankful for what a wonderful husband, friend and father he is.

Please Pray

I can't really go into a lot of details since this blog is public, but I would absolutely love your prayers right now for our adoption.

We are dealing with some things that need to be worked out before the visas can be issued. Truthfully, I don't know if this is more along the lines of routine, or more along the lines of something else.

Thank you for thinking of us, and I will keep you posted as soon as I know anything.

This past week we got Ava's report card in the mail. Above average in everything. I have to say I am very proud of her. Especially for her reading. By the end of second grade you are supposed to (in our state anyway) be able to fluently read 90 random words in one minute. Ava read 202. I am not even sure how that is possible!

The funny thing is, is that when she was in kindergarten, the school made a big deal about how she wasn't keeping up with her classmates, and they wanted to put her in extra help on the days she didn't have school. (They went all day, every other day)

We enrolled her in the extra classes, because of course we wanted her to succeed. Then she started bringing home the worksheets that they worked on while in that extra time. The A's on all of her workesheets are the funny ones that are used by computers, so of she tried to make her A's look like the example and then got everything marked wrong. The lower case L's on the sheets only went up about 3/4 of the way, so she copied that and got everything all wrong. I became very frustrated that the school was using worksheets and then marked everything wrong when the kids did it exactly the way the worksheet showed. Needless to say, I stopped sending her and we decided just to work on things at home.

The funny thing during this whole ordeal is that we never noticed at home that she seemed to be struggling in reading. Everytime she read to us she did just fine, perhaps she read a little bit slow, but she was only 5 and 6! Then we learned when she was in first grade that for reading tests they take the kids by themselves into a separate room with a person they don't know and do their test. Ava was taken into a room where the tester was a man. I don't know if that had any role in it or not, but she refused to take the test for him. When we got her score in the mail it just said that she had gotten zero right on her test. I couldn't figure it out. When I went in to talk to the teacher, it was only then that she said Ava had refused to take it completely, not that she had taken it and gotten them all wrong. From that point on, we pretty much ignored everything her teachers said about her reading. She was doing well at home, and we weren't concerned about what her school scores were.

By the end of first grade, her teacher had said that she was slightly above average for her grade level. So imagine my surprise when we got a letter from the district saying that she was being recommended for extra reading classes. I quickly hauled butt back into the school to once again figure out what was going on. Well, it turns out that this extra funding comes from the govt. and that they automatically offer it to any kids who it was offered to the year before even if it is not necessary. I have so many qualms with that I don't even want to go into it. Needless to say, I am quite disappointed with our educational system.

So now at the end of second grade, my girl is the top reader in her class and is doing amazing. We are so proud and never doubted it for a second. I know that I am probably gloating a little bit, but it only reiterates my own personal belief that sometimes we push children too hard too fast when it comes to education, reading specifically. (I do want to take a moment and recognize the fact that teachers work so stinkin hard, and that class sizes and other issues play into scenarios like this, but we did see a lot of ridiculous stuff with her teachers that we felt was just plain silly and sometimes just someone not doing their job.)