For Karen

What do you think of my new shirt for the baby that seems, at this point, to be a complete figment of my imagination? I'm trying to convince Julie to get these made, but until she acquiesces, this is my solution. I got it at SimplyColors.com.

There is no real purpose for this post, except that Karen "demanded" it, and when Karen demands, I listen!

Since I have nothing new, I've changed my blog template. What do you think? The brown was just too...brown. I needed something happy. So I chose green. Green always makes me happy.

We have nothing to report on the adoption front, but I have very high hopes for this next week (I don't know why, but I do. Perhaps because anything less is too depressing). There have been no referrals in ONE MONTH! Crazy. However, I believe that if our agency felt there was a serious issue, they would tell us. They are not changing their referral time drastically, and considering that there are now 31 people on the list for a girl, they must know something that we don't because if things stayed the way they are now, the poor folks at #20 and beyond would be old enough to be grandparents by the time they received a referral!

I suspect that some young babies have come to HH for whom paperwork is not yet complete and, therefore, referrals cannot be made. This seems a positive theory, so I'm sticking to it.

We're still busy, though. The boys had their first baseball game today which was hysterical. I almost cannot attend because they move at the speed of tar and it gets me crazy. I had the same issue when Jack was taking tennis lessons. I was more exhausted from twitching on the sidelines trying to will him to move than he was from actually moving.

Today, Henry got a ball in the outfield and threw it to Jack, who was on first base, and Jack tagged the kid out. The coach said, "Good job! Brother to brother!" and Henry replied, with no enthusiasm at all, "Yeah. We're twins." As our favorite friends Michael and Heather say, "He was as serious as a heart attack." That's Henry.

Off to finish painting our new entertainment center. I'm running out of projects. That's not good. So I need a referral so I can go SHOPPING! So, if you have a praying bone in your body, use it (please). I need visualization of my receiving the referral. On Monday. Please.

Hangin' In!

Well, folks, we're #4!

I swear, the closer it gets, the harder it gets. I mean, early on, we KNEW we weren't going to get a referral that particular month, and while it was hard to know that we had at least a month to go, we also knew that we had at least a month to go. Know what I mean?

Now, it's like, "How many infant girls will come to HH this month?" Could it maybe be this month?

In all, we've been on one waitlist or another (Guatemala or Ethiopia) for over 8 months. And I'm ready to be on another waitlist - the TRAVEL waitlist!

The new dog is doing famously. Except for the fighting with Humphrey and peeing all over my office. But, hey, low expectations. I hope to post photos soon.

George came downstairs yesterday and said, "I found a marker with a 'ssss' on it." For the moms - the "ssss" stood for Sharpie. For the non-moms, Sharpie is a permanent marker. He drew all over his stomach in it, but at least he didn't hit his face! I figure it'll be a week or so before it begins to fade. Then last night, he found a green permanent marker (I'm not completely sure where they are coming from, but Jack has been "borrowing" things from school so it's possible that they belong there). That one DID hit his face. Much scrubbing later, it's off, but his face is all red instead. Oh well.

In more exciting news, Henry announced this morning that he wants to be an author! Yeah! I'm sure it'll last 48 hours or less, but for those 48 hours, I'm so proud. He said, "How do I be an author? I don't know how to spell all the words! Do they give me the words and then I just copy them?" 

"Um, no. That's not what you do. That's called plagiarism and you get in big trouble for that."

"What?"

"Never mind."

Grace has finally moved on from wanting to be a waitress. She wanted to be a waitress for the first 8 years of her life. Not that there's anything WRONG with that, but... Now she wants to be a vet, which I find humorous since she can't stand even feeding our dogs because their dry food is "gross." Hmmm. 

Off to the bookstore - my home away from home.