2 for 2

Them's OUR little babies!

That's right, WE PASSED COURT TODAY!! 2 tries for 2 babies. Not bad!

Hold on, my little chitlins. Soon we'll be bringing you home to the land of the free, home of the brave!

distraction of the day

Tomorrow is court date #2. In order to distract myself a little, today I finally tackled a project I have been working on/postponing for months. The bassinet! I was blessed wth this lovely bassinet that has been in my family for years. In fact, it is the very bassinet my grandpa slept in as a baby!

Through the years, this bassinet has endured more than its fair share of abuse, making a cover necessary. Paint just doesn't cut it anymore! It came with a skirt that the last member of my family made for it, but it was a little outdated (it hasn't been used in 15 years or so). So, I decided I would make a new skirt for it. No patterns here, just guesswork—which has turned out to be much more difficult than I anticipated. Beyond my capabilities, really. If I learned anything during this, it's...don't try this at home. Especially if you don't like ripping seams for hours... and hours. (My sewing machine and I have this love/hate relationship. I love using him to create things. But I hate when he doesn't sew what I had in mind. Totally his fault. Not mine. And when are they going to come up with an automatic ripping feature on these things, anyway??)

BUT. I finished it. 3 months and 6 yards of fabric later (6 yards!! can you believe that?), here's what I came up with.

I'm happy with the results. But would I do it again? As with anything sewing related: Aw, hell no.

Biggest. Baby. Ever.

I post these pictures, not to show off my awesome guns (thank you for noticing), but to prove that we are officially vaccinated. That's right, no yellow fever/typhoid/meningitis/polio/hepA/tetanus-diphtheria for us, thank you! The shots themselves weren't bad. It's the 200 lb weights I feel like I have on each of my shoulders right now. OW! I don't think I've ever had that many shots at once. Well, I take that back. Maybe in kindergarten. Which I've been having flashbacks of all day.

These flashbacks are no coincidence. You remember how you have to have like 5 hundred shots before you start school? No? Well, I do. At least that's what it seemed like. Cause I was the possibly the biggest baby ever about it. I mean, more than the average kid. To start off, I was terrified I would be given shots in the knees.

Why would a 5 year old child think this? Because her whole life to this point, she's been calling her knees her "kneesles". (One of those baby words that her mom & pop probably should have nipped in the bud before then, right along with "bo-bos". You know, elbows.) So, when they told me that I had to get a measles shot, I thought they were saying kneesles. Terrifying, right? I mean, who wants a shot in their knees?

To add to the agony, because I had a rather twiggish figure, they gave me all these shots in the booty. My thoughts: You want me to pull my pants down so you can stick a needle in my WHAT? After getting over the embarrassment of showing my booty not only to the doctor, but also my {gasp!} mother, it wasn't so bad. Except for the soreness. Oh, how vividly I remember it. Whining and limping around my parents house. Oh, who am I kidding? I actually remember crawling and dragging one leg behind me. Someone called on the phone for me, and I refused it because my booty was in too much pain to answer. I was absolutely pathetic.

And so today, as I write this, I sort of see why I was such a baby. Sort of. Here I am turning down calls as I type, because my arms are too sore to lift the receiver. just kiddin. I've got the speaker phone handy, just in case. Thank God I got the shots in my arms this time. I really don't see myself being able to drag both legs around the house AND whining at the same time. One thing at a time! And frankly, whining is much easier.

To top off this whole story, you may notice the lovely bandaids the doctor put on me. Yep, those are tiny ads for Gardisil. That vaccination they give girls to prevent a certain STD. (And one of the few we didn't get today.) 6 of those puppies... On me. And Eric. And he had to go back to the office like that.

new day, new attitude

Though we're a little set back by the delayed court date, Eric and I realize this is only a small bump in the road. Getting upset about it doesn't change anything, and I think we both realized that by the end of the day on Friday. So, we're over it. Life goes on! 10 days until our next court date, and we'll be praying that it goes smoothly until then.

These babies keep growing and getting cuter and cuter! I want them to stop changing until we have them! It's so unfair. :)

No wonder it feels like a Friday the 13th...

Court did not go well yesterday. Apparently a family member of the babies was required to be there, and he was a no show... so there were no proceedings. Court has been rescheduled for the 26th.

We are so disappointed.

no news

We talked to our agency this afternoon, and he says we won't know anything until tomorrow. So tomorrow will be another slooooooooow day of waiting for news. What's the nutcase here supposed to do in the meantime?!

In order to not go completely stir crazy in the house (ha! like that hasn't already happened), I've decided to take hubby on a surprise picnic tonight -- to a concert on the water. All this looking for distraction stuff isn't all bad, I guess. :)

Will keep you posted.

know how to make a normally productive girl completely worthless?

...give her a court date! And then don't tell her what happened.

We still haven't heard anything, and I can't focus on anything today! So far the last 12 hours have consisted of: sleeping/waking/sleeping/waking, waking for good, checking email. refreshing inbox, checking email. cruising blogs. checking email. checking phone. refreshing inbox. cruising blogs. refreshing inbox. thinking about finishing the sewing for babies' room (but don't). checking phone. refreshing inbox, checking email. doing about 30 seconds of work. refreshing inbox. nothing. checking phone. sigh.

Knees Knocking

Tomorrow is our court date. Eric and I are so excited to finally be parents of M&M!! I know we won't sleep tonight, and tomorrow we will be refreshing our inboxes every 30 seconds. Oh, the agony!

When you think about it, this could be our last day as legal singletons! (Bet you can't say that 10x real fast.)

Lest I forget our original children... our first son, Max. May he rest in doggie heaven. If you can zoom on this picture, you'll see that his teeth are truly spectacular. He earned those in his previous life, and was very proud.

He always knew just how to pose for the camera!

And our first (and current) dog-ter, Ruby. At just a few weeks old. Look at that wittle bitty face! Who could resist her??

And now all grown up, chillin with mom in the car.

Though we like to think of ourselves as skilled parents, we may have a little more to learn in the coming months. Turns out you can't drop off kiddos at the kennel for the weekend, let them ride in the car all willy-nilly with heads hanging out the windows, give them a bucket of water outside so they can play in the yard all day, or crate train them. Hmmm... this could be trickier than I thought!

Yay for summer

No adoption updates here. Just thought I'd say happy Friday! Look what I found in the garden this week...