Hmmm

We are back from our whirlwind trip to visit our family in Oregon, and now I can finally take a breath. We had a great time, and the boys loved hanging out with all of their cousins, but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

Before they did though, I had the chance to go out to lunch with my mom. It was just me and my mom. There were no children to distract me by blowing bubbles in their drinks. No children to make rude, embarrassing noises. And no children to crawl under the table searching for the leftovers of previous customers.

Nope, those children were left with my step-dad. My unsuspecting step-dad.

So there we sat, my mom and I, on the Wisteria covered patio at the Bella Union restaurant, in beautiful Jacksonville, Oregon. It was so nice, so peaceful and so relaxing, that it became shockingly obvious that I have become far removed from the quiet, adult settings in life. They just don't exist in my world, and because of that, I don't know how to deal with them when the sneak up on me.

For one thing, I am not used to carrying on a uninterrupted conversation without my eye twitching nervously. What makes it even worse though, is that I have to fight the uncontrollable urge to ask the adult I'm speaking with if they want a juice pouch, or need to go potty.

It's pretty bad, but I can't help it. I'm a mother. A mother of young, accident prone children.

Where was I going with this? Oh yes, adoption.

Believe it or not, there is a purpose to this post!

Luckily, our conversation was smooth because not only did it keep my mind off of the fact that I am very inadequate in this area of life, but it saved my mom from some serious embarrassment at the hands of her adult daughter.

Anyway, the subject of adoption came up and I was telling my mom about how things were going and that we have been waiting for over nine months. Then she looked at me and said, "hmmm, it seems like it's been longer than that."

So I explained to her what I am going to explain to you, because I can see how it can be a little confusing.

When I talk about our wait times, I am referring to the date that we were officially put on the waiting list in Russia. This occurred on October 27, 2008, which, to date, puts us at over nine months of waiting. However, before we could be put on the waiting list, we had to complete a homestudy, and upon acceptance of that, we had to complete our dossier.

So yes, this adoption process has taken longer than nine months. In fact, we started our paperwork in early June of last year, which, if you think about it, really puts us at 14 months of waiting.

14 months of waiting...hmmm. Now that I think about it, if I had carried a baby in my womb, that baby would be 5 months old by now. It's a nice thought - a really nice thought - but certainly not the way I look at it. I'm in it for the long haul. In fact, at this point, I'm aiming more for the gestation time of a whale, or worse yet, an elephant, by the time this adoption is completed.





Oh dear!