According to our ticker at the bottom of the blog...we have been waiting 9 months and one day for our baby to come home.What are we doing to prepare? Honestly...not a darn thing! The crib is currently being used for all of Vivi's birthday party supplies, the nursery houses Isaac's stack of Lego drawers, and J's clothes in the closet, and I haven't bought a baby item since the summer when we opened our preference to a boy or a girl. SO...pretty much we are just waiting!
In this past month of waiting, friends gave birth, people announced pregnancies, a couple brought their first son home as an adoptive placement, and another friend sends me emails of toddlers boys that she is submitting their homestudy on (that is SO fun!). So although nothing is going on for us on the adoption front, lots of new families are being formed around us. Does it feel like we have been waiting 9 months? No...not really. Nine more months would put us at November for a wait total of a year and a half. I am really, really okay with that. Even though I wonder where our baby is, will our baby be a he or she, and when will they come... on the other hand I feel like our cup is really full right now, and I enjoy the freedom to do things with my very active other 3 kids without being tied to the house with a newborn. And our agency is SO good about emailing often to keep everyone knowing they are advocating for their waiting families. We don't care to know if and how many times our profile is shown, or the reasons why we might be passed up, because we know that our baby will come in God's timing.
So off we go into month 10!
Billy and I had the privilege of attending a very special wedding today!
Chris and his sister, Stephanie (who was also a bridesmaid in our wedding at the age of 14) were the very first kids that I babysat for who were my favorite, beloved children. I was 12, Chris was 5, and Steph was 2 years old when I became their babysitter! So we kind of grew up with each other. I roadtripped to Disney World, Disney Land, and San Antonio with the kids and their Mom when I was around 14. One of my fav. memories is of the kids and I in a hotel in San Antonio watching OJ's white bronco being chased down L.A.'s highway, days before we were going to be in L.A. ourselves! We ran out to the balcony and shouted to their Mom in the hotel resteraunt, "They found OJ!!" Oh my, how we laughed about that one for years!


Sometimes you have got to get creative about having a date night with your husband, when you don't have a regular babysitter to call upon. So last weekend, Billy picked up Olive Garden take out for the two of us after his guitar lessons and I had the kids bathed and laid out on a blanket on Vivi's bed, with boxed dinners (the containers their Six Flags meals came in) of corn dogs and popcorn...you know real healthy stuff!