Mirror, Mirror....

Mirror, Mirror on the wall, which is more concerning to us all?

Waking up to Isaiah and Caleb chanting,

We will. We will.
Rock you.
Sock you.
Pick you up and drop you.
Flush you down the toilet.
Hope you enjoy it.

Or hearing them sing a song about killing Barney the purple dinosaur to the tune of Jingle Bells while being evaluated by their doctor for physical and mental health?

On second thought, Mirror, don't answer that, just give me the phone number to the doctors office so I can apologize.

I'm sorry I have been ignoring you lately, Mirror. You see, we have had a crazy week of completing our adoption paperwork, and just when we thought we were done, we were told that two medical forms were not filled out correctly, and our state police clearances had inconsistent dates that would not be accepted in the Russian courts.

It's uncanny, Mirror, that Adam accidentally drilled a hole in his thumb while building some shelves, and therefore, can't be re-fingerprinted for those police clearances. What are the odds? Oh well, they agreed to use his fingerprints from two weeks ago after some good, old fashioned arm-twisting.

As of today, Mirror, we are done with paperwork. All of our fingerprinting for the state police clearances and the USCIS clearances have been completed and sent to WACAP. Adam and I have also completed our medicals and the paperwork has been corrected and sent in for a second time. And as of today, the boys medicals have been completed and notarized. Assuming the doctor wasn't too thrown off by the Barney song, my guess is that we should be heading back to Russia by the end of February or beginning of March.

Is that my reflection, Mirror? I almost didn't recognize myself without the stress of adoption paperwork on my face.