agggghhh! my kingdom for some time!

You have emailed me. I haven't emailed you back. Yet.

All of you wonderful Gladney folk who have emailed me about taking packages and snapping pics of your babes, and anyone else who has emailed me about anything else! I'm going to email you back, I swear! In the next few days, its coming!

And I'm really going to try to get in a new blog before we leave. I'm having trouble fitting everything in right now, but I'm gonna try.

xoxo

travel

We are traveling 2/15 - 2/22. Who else is going then???

Also, anyone who wants me to take a small package to their little ones or take pictures, please let me know. My email is tambmcbride@yahoo.com

Bereket at OneTrueMedia.com

SHE IS OURS!!!!!!!!!

Photo and video editing at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Sooooo,

Maybe I made a huge mistake, tying the fate of my adoption to the fate of the Saints.
I would like to take it back now.

Not today.

Sooooo,
MOWA decided to do a training today instead of issue an opinion on our case.

:-(

Good news:
Rescheduled for January 4!

:-)

maybe its our time

So, I hate blogging.

Wait, what'd she say?
She said she hates blogging.
Oh no she didnt.

It's not true. I love my blog. When I first started this thing, it was just a way to keep friends and family up on the adoption process. I could not foresee what it would become. I could not foresee how it would be my connection to the most amazing, supportive group of women who are going through the same experiences as me. Truly, at times these women have been my lifeline.

But I hate blogging. No, I mean I hate writing. Like I told the beautiful, resilient Heidi, it makes me itch. When I sit down to write, I feel twitchy and itchy and fidgety. Like I want to crawl out of my skin. So I don't do it much. More often than not, I read the posts of my blog friends, and I live and breath through them. They say what I want to say, only so much better. But sometimes it all just wells up inside of me and if I don't write it down, I definitely will burst. I guess that's whats happening now. I know its bad when I don't remember a thing from the massage I just did because I was too busy composing in my head. It's time to sit in front of the computer and itch.

Yeah, all that was just exposition. Buckle your seatbelts, grab a cup of tea. It's gonna be a long one.

The last real post I did (I mean really real, with actual thoughts) was on September 26. One day before my 36th birthday, and almost exactly one month before our referral. It kinda seems like nine years ago. And it kinda seems like yesterday. What has happened in between then and now is so much. And yet I am still on the cusp of it all. My life really hasn't changed a bit. How do I explain it? How do I understand it, for myself? I still go to work with the same schedule I've always had. I still go out for a drink once a week with my buddies at the Sov. Matt and I are still living the life of a childless couple. We're kinda lazy. We let the dishes pile up. We should have gotten our stupid European washer/dryer repaired long ago. We should've already put the baby's room together. We should've gone to the dentist. But we're in our mid 30's, and though we wanted to start a family long ago, it still is as has always been. Just us living our lives.

So much is happening now. And I just don't really know what to do with it.

So ok, I'm gonna go metaphor now. Please bear with me.
I'm from New Orleans. I'm a Saints fan. If you are into NFL football, you know what I mean. If you are from New Orleans, you really know what I mean. If you are not a football fan, I apologize. I know you don't know what I am talking about, but just imagine how it is for me when people try to explain how exciting hockey is, or that New Moon thing. That's when you get the blank eyes from me.
Anyway, so I'm a Saints fan. The New Orleans Saints are losers. I mean, they always have been. From the beginning. Really, they're bad. There have been a couple of good seasons in there, but nothing that ever lasts. They have some of the worst luck of any professional sporting team. Is it because of Marie Laveau? Is it because the Superdome is built over a burial ground? We don't know. They've just always been that way. But oh, how the people of New Orleans love their Saints. The love is unending, undying, unflappable. Why do we love such a loser of a team? We love them for the dream. The hope. We've dreamt of it our whole lives. It's something we want so bad, it has at times been painful. The dream of seeing the team parade through the streets of New Orleans, Lombardi Trophy in hand. But really, that's for other towns. Not us. As much as we have wanted it, it has always been just out of reach.
But then, there's this year. The Saints are 13 and 0. They have yet to lose a game. They have played with so much talent, so much spirit, and so much good luck, it is insane. They are really, honestly, truly the complete team that we always dreamed of. They really seem like they are the ones to take us all the way. It seems like it is all really happening. Those dreams. They haven't come true yet. But it really seem like they are going to.

So I guess you can see where I am going. No, I don't think Matt and I are losers. But I have ALWAYS wanted to be a mom. From the beginning. I have dreamt of it. And then I was lucky enough to meet the love of my life. But we waited, because of course we were too young, too poor, lived in New York, we weren't ready. Then we moved to Chicago. We were ready, but there was nothin doin. We tried. Nothing happened. And yeah, there were times when I though, maybe that's for other people. Not me. Well, you know the rest.... It really is happening. I really am going to be a mom.

And its crazy that it is all happening at once. In any other year, this Saints thing, it would consume me. There is a part of me that is sad because I wish I could get more swept up in the frenzy. I wish I could be down there with my people, smiling at everyone you pass by on the street, and you all know why your smiling.

But there is this THING that is happening. I have seen the eyes of my daughter (and let me tell you, her eyes will blow you away.) This tiny little being, who has lost more in her 7 mos. than I have in my 36 years, is waiting for us to come swoop her up and be her loving forever family. She is depending on us. She need us. And I have no doubt in my mind that we can provide the love that she needs.

But I don't have her yet. And I don't know what to do with that. And the Saints haven't won anything yet. And I don't know what to do with that. And all of my best friends are going through some serious stuff right now, some of it great, some of it bad and some of it terrible, and I have not been very present in there lives because of the all-consuming nature of this. And I don't know what to do with that. And if I let myself, I would collapse into a puddle of tears and mush, but I am not ready. And I really don't know what to do with that.

So I just go about my life. On the cusp of everything about to change. Everything. Things I never really believed would happen. To be honest, I am still unsure if they will. It's hard to believe it sometimes. It really is.

The thing is, I'm ok. No, I'm great! I'm so excited I could pee my pants! But I'm also so frightened. I'm frightened of the normal "becoming a parent" stuff. And I'm frightened of going to Ethiopia. I'm frightened of the logistics of it all. And I'm frightened of what I will see, and how it will break my heart.

That's where I'm at. All over the place, and no idea what to do with it.

I love Drew Brees. He's the quarteback for the Saints. It's ok, Matt knows. He loves him too. Here's Drew speaking after the Saints completed a very improbable come-from-behind win over the Redskins. This is where I get the title of this post from. I really wanted to embed the video to the post but I just couldn't make it work, so I will quote and then provide a link to the video. Please watch it.

"I definitely believe in destiny, and I believe in karma and what goes around comes around," he says. "We have been on the other side of this deal probably too many times. Maybe it's our time that we start catching some of the breaks, and start being the team that wins them like this in the end."

http://www.wwltv.com/sports/football/Brees-I-believe-in-destiny-78649137.html

I don't know if I believe in destiny or fate. But it sure sounds good when he says it. And maybe it is our time. Me and Matt. The Saints. New Orleans. My sister. My friends, those that I have had in my life forever and my newfound blogging sisters. All of us.

Our court date on Monday. Hopefully Monday is our time.

Court Date!!

We found out our court date yesterday!!!!

December 21.

Less than 3 weeks away.

Gulp.

BTW, I do realize I am the world's worst blogger. But you still love me anyway, right? Anyone? Is this thing on?

December 21. Me. Nervous wreck. It's gonna be a coo coo winter.

REFERRAL!!!!!!

We got it!!!!!!!!
Baby girl, 5 months old, BEAUTIFUL!!!!!
More later, I promise!!!!


YAY!!!!!!!

panic time

Ok, so here's what's happened in the past couple of days. Referrals. Lots of 'em. How happy am I for these amazing people? Words cannot express. It's kind of like a dam broke open. Really an exciting time for those of us in the Gladney waitlist world!!! It's so crazy how happy I am for people I have never met, but still feel so close to. These interwebs are a wild thing. Creating a family through a series of tubes. Whoda thunk?
But now it seems that we are very close to the top of the list. And I might be going out of my mind a little bit. See, This whole time I had been preparing myself for a November or December referral, if not later. Now, I don't know what to think. I keep telling myself, keep your mind set, don't alter your expectations. But its so hard! I keep letting it creep into my mind. Wait, did I say creep? What I mean is, its the ONLY thing I can think about. Seriously, there must be something else to think about! I mean, there are other things going on in the world, right? And let me tell you, my job doesn't help things. I know you all want to think that when you are getting a massage, your massage therapist is focused on nothing but you and your knots. And there are times when that is true. But when we have things on our mind, well lets just say I've been doing this a long time, my body can go on automatic pilot. Which provides me endless hours to think and obsess and do mathematical calculations about referrals and court dates and travel and AGHHHHH!! Help me!!!

Ok, no I'm okay. I'm still not expecting anything for a while. That's good, right?

So another awesome thing that happened in the past couple of days is that our awesome, amazing, wonderful, awesome friends bought us this:

I know, I say awesome too much. But isn't it so awesome?!?! Our friends are too good to us.

So now all we need is a baby to go in it. Yup. No rush though...

tagged!

Heidi tagged me, errr, a while ago. And as you can tell, I'm not the most prolific blogger in the world, and I had a million visitors this summer and was working all the time and blah blah blah... so I'm just getting around to doing this.
For the uninitiated, its pretty simple. Someone tags you, you state 7 random (hopefully interesting) things about yourself, then tag 7 more people to do the same. And that's how we entertain ourselves while we wait for our babies ;-)

So here we have it.

1) I have lived in 9 different cities in 7 different states. I have lived in the south, the mid-west, the east-coast and the west-coast. I have lived in the 3 largest cities in the country. I don't know why I have lived in so many places. I hate to move. I fear change.

2) Following that same theme (and borrowing from Heidi a bit,) I have been present for, or closely involved in some of the most terrible things that have happened in our country in recent memory. I lived in LA during the Riots and the 6.9 Northridge earthquake. I lived in New York during 9/11. And I am from, and was considering moving back to New Orleans, when Katrina happened. My memories from each one of these events are some of my saddest and scariest. I remember fleeing south central Los Angeles as the area around my school (USC) burned to the ground and coming back to find a charred landscape. I remember a moment that seemed to last forever, huddled in the doorway of our 8th floor high rise, hugging my roommates, screaming how much we loved each other as we thought we were about to succumb to the "big one." I remember watching the streams of people on an otherwise perfect New York September day, walking past our apartment, looking like ghosts, covered in ash and soot. And the sadness I felt in me that day I thought could never be topped. Until I watched my home town drown, a city of people left to die, and wondering if everything my dad and step-mom owned was gone. These are things I carry with me every day.
On the bright side, Chicago seems good so far. Knock wood.

3) I have never worked in an office. That's not random thing #3. I wrote that in order to explain random thing #3, which is that I am fascinated by offices. I have no idea what goes on in them. Seriously, what do you do all day when you work in an office? I know what I do when I go to work. I show up, someone hands me a list of clients, I massage each one at the appointed time, then I go home. Open and shut. But what happens when you show up to an office? Is there a list of things you have to do? Who comes up with that list? Is it the same everyday or does it change? I realize the answers are probably dependent on the office you work in. Near as I can tell, everyone I know who works in an office just spends their whole day on Facebook. But what did they do before Facebook? (and don't say Myspace.) And seriously, most importantly, how in the world do you stay awake!?!? I know there are times I feel like I could almost fall asleep standing up doing a massage. If I worked in an office, I would have no chance. I'd be fired in about 2 seconds.
I know its weird, but office work is as mysterious to me as creating music or space exploration. I just don't get how it works.

4) I was blessed with so many amazingly good things in my life, it is embarrassing. Good skin, however, was not one of those things. It is, at times, the bane of my existence.

5) Left-side parallel parking is my nemesis.

6) I should have been a rock star. I know, its silly, we all have those fantasies. But every year I watch American Idol, and then I go into the shower and rock it out. Or in my car, yeah I'm that crazy person you see singing their guts out. Really I am pretty awesome. Except I can't sing. I mean, to me I can. When I am by myself, I sound so amazing I wonder how I am not signed already. But something strange happens when you throw other people into the mix. Apparently my voice is actually crap. It's too bad, because I would have been an awesome rock star.

7) I think the system of tipping is stupid. Customers shouldn't be responsible for paying the wages of workers. Employers should. That being said, it is the system we have here in this country. And it is how my husband and myself and millions of other people make their living. And I truly believe there is a special level of hell reserved for those that don't tip adequately or at all.

Yeah, so that's it. It really is hard to think of things about yourself. I had some others but I didn't think they were too interesting. I mean, who really wants to know what I think about my hair?

Should I tag other people? I don't know, Heidi tagged a bunch of people and no one did it. Guess everyone is as lazy as me :-) Maybe I'll just re-tag those people. That's pretty lazy right?

Ok
Selam and Love
Three Plus One
Tam and Kai
The Britt Family
Colin and Rebecca
Tales from Chi-town
and one new one for good measure
Our Little Buster
You've been tagged!

hey mammas!

Does anyone have the Maclaren Quest stroller????
Is it good? Do you love it? Should we get it?

mycharity: water

Hey, the video I posted before was apparently from last year's fund-raising event. This year's is bigger and better than ever!
Click here:
mycharity: water
to view my fund-raising page!

By the way, sooo excited that the referrals have started rolling again. Many congratulations to the families that have received their referrals in the last couple of days!!

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i was born in september

Please watch the video.
I'll be 36 this year :-)

The September Campaign Trailer - 2008 from charity: water on Vimeo.

thinking of the gladney families

Many Gladney families were supposed to have court dates tomorrow (the 24th.) They have all been postponed. Just wanted to say I'm thinking of yall and hoping with everything in me they are rescheduled before the closures.

tall poppy syndrome

Please, allow me to rant.

Most people who know me, know that I love talking about my adoption. It makes me happy. I'm excited and nervous and scared and excited and.... all of the things one might expect from anyone becoming a new parent. Conversations about my adoption will, many times lead to a wider conversation about adoption (in general.) I love having these conversations too. There is so much I have learned in the past year. So many things to consider. Such a broad world that I never gave much thought to before. Lets just say, to put it simply, my eyes have been opened. So, I have these conversations with people, and they might just be broad and general and quick. Sometimes they get a little deeper. It doesn't matter to me, I just like to talk about it.
But then, it happens. Not every time, but so many times. This person that I am speaking with, who is sharing in my joy for adoption and telling me how cool it is that we are doing this will get a little glint in their eye and, almost in the same breath, say to me, "(insert snide comment about Brad & Angelina and/or Madonna here.)" And they give me that look, you know, the one that says, "Right, my sister? Can I get a high-five?"

I'm sorry, what?

Ok, I know. We tear down celebrity in this society. Its just something we do. Is it because they are richer than us? Better looking? Is it simply because they are famous? All of the above, I'm sure. And frankly, I don't care. What I do care about, is how somebody can see this:

or this:

or this:

and not see simply what I see, which is parents loving their children. Instead they think; those assholes, who do they think they are? just trying to make themselves look good, that's all they're doing, they don't care about those children, its all for show, etc, etc...

Really? All for show? You really think that people adopt children for show? How interesting. I guess because they are famous, there is no way they could possibly have enough heart to love the children they have taken into their lives. Clearly it would be better for those children to have remained where they came from. In their orphanages. Where they would have the benefit and the privilege of living like this:

Well, at least until they are of adult age, upon which time they will be kicked out into the real world, where their emotional scars and lack of supportive upbringing will surly bring them a lifetime of lovely rewards, and then finally, may they find some peace when they die at the ripe old age of 45. If they're lucky. Yeah, that does sound better than having Madonna as a mom.

Ok listen, I don't lie awake at night worrying about how Madonna/Brad/Angie feel. I'm sure they're fine. What I worry about, and what this rambling is really all about, is how people view adoption. And I find it interesting that the strongest and loudest of opinions come from people who have never, and will never, consider adoption for themselves. And I say to you, honestly, I wish they would keep their uneducated, narrow minded opinions to themselves because they just don't know what the hell they're talking about. They don't think about how many orphans there are in the world. They don't think about the conditions these orphans live in. And they don't think about the children growing up in the foster care system in this country. But for some reason, they feel secure as they sit in judgment of those who do think about these things.

Do they really think that someone who does not care about and love children would go through the adoption process for show? And let me assure you, it is a process. My husband and I have been fingerprinted 3 times for various background checks. We have submitted 2 medicals forms for which we were assessed and tested for every possible communicable disease. We have been studied and grilled by 2 social workers, wherein we were asked questions about parenting that I guarantee you no parent who has given birth naturally has had to consider. Our home has been scrutinized. I have drawn a floor plan and written out our fire drill routine. We have filled out more paperwork than I ever could have imagined. Before our adoption is complete, a governing organization in Ethiopia will pour over every document and detail of our lives and issue an opinion of whether we are fit to parent a child of Ethiopia. And after that, a judge will make a final decision. Adoption is not easy. And you know what, its also not the answer to the orphan crisis. That is a whole other can of worms. But I know this. For every child adopted, that is one less child living in conditions we wouldn't wish upon our animals. For every child adopted, that is one more child loved, hugged, kissed, sung to at night, held when the bad dreams come, tickled, played with, educated and fed.

I'm not saying everyone should adopt. I'm not naive enough to think that this is a reasonable option for every family. And I'm certainly not disparaging having your family the old fashioned way. I think pregnancy and child-birth are beautiful, and there will always be a piece of me that hurts because I can't do this. What I am saying is this:

I have a problem with people who think celebrities shouldn't adopt.
And I have a problem with people that think gays shouldn't adopt.
And I have a problem with people who think singles shouldn't adopt.
And I have a problem with people who think you shouldn't adopt outside your race or ethnicity.
And I have a problem with 'people who don't adopt' that have judgmental opinions of 'people who do adopt.'

Why? Because adoption saves lives. No matter who is doing the adopting. And tell me exactly how it is that you could be against that?

Ok, thank you for reading and, of course agreeing with everything I have said :-)
Stepping off the soap box now. Please feel free to take a turn.

a month of anniversaries

If you look over to the left at our timeline, you'll notice that it has officially been one year since we started this adoption journey. So crazy. Like most things, it has flown by, and yet it seems like it always was. Why is that? Looking back, I remember how excited we were to start this journey and how terrified I was at all of the work we had to do. I also remember thinking we would have a baby in about a year. Heh heh. You learn really fast in international adoption to have flexible expectations ;-)

This month, we also celebrated 6 years of marriage. Again, how could it possibly have gone by so fast? It seemed like just yesterday there was a bunch of us gathered in Connecticut on a sweltering evening to dance our butts off and celebrate this:


And then finally, this month we celebrated 12 years of being a couple. Holy cow. 12 years! I can scarcely remember who I was before I met Matt McBride. He is my husband, my best friend, my partner in crime, my everything. And soon... my baby daddy!
Here is a rough approximation of what we looked like back then:



Happy Anniversaries Baby! I love you!

FACE Act

I saw this on a couple of other blogs, and thought I'd repost...

Bill Introduced to Provide Citizenship Rights

to Internationally Adopted Children

of American Families

June 29, 2009 (Washington, DC) -- The Families for Orphans Coalition announces its support for the Foreign Adopted Children Equality Act (FACE Act) which was introduced last week in the Senate and House of Representatives. The FACE Act will allow American families to bring their internationally adopted children home as American citizens instead of as immigrants. The bill is spearheaded by Senators Mary Landrieu (D-LA) and James Inhofe (R-OK) and Representatives Diane Watson (D-CA) and John Boozman (R-AR). The FACE Act simplifies the acquisition of citizenship for internationally adopted children and removes these children of American citizens from the immigration process.The Foreign Adopted Children Equality Act addresses needed changes to the Child Citizenship Act of 2000 (CCA) which was enacted to provide automatic U.S. citizenship to internationally adopted children of American citizens. As it stands now, the internationally adopted child of a U.S. citizen receives U.S. citizenship once the child enters the U.S. to reside permanently. If enacted, the FACE Act would allow such children to acquire U.S. citizenship at the time their adoptions are finalized in the country of the child’s birth. The child would then enter the U.S. as a U.S. citizen with citizenship documentation in hand.

“Passage of the FACE Act will eliminate the need for an immigration visa for internationally adopted children and instead will treat these children as children of American citizens, not immigrants subject to immigration regulations,” said McLane Layton, President of Equality for Adopted Children (EACH) and a member of the Families for Orphans Coalition. “Additionally, the FACE Act classifies internationally adopted children as “citizens from birth” just like children born of Americans overseas, thus providing them with equal rights of citizenship, including the right to run for President of the United States.”

“Under current law, the type of immigration visa an adopted child is given to enter the United States determines whether the child receives U.S. citizenship upon entry. Those children who do not receive U.S. citizenship upon entry and whose parents overlook the bureaucratic steps necessary to secure citizenship for their children are often later denied scholarships, passports, and the right to serve in the U.S. military. Most tragically, some young adults who have lived in the United States with loving, American families their entire lives have been deported to their birth countries - places they have no knowledge or memory of – for committing minor juvenile offenses. Half the children adopted internationally each year currently enter the States on the visa that places them at risk,” said Chuck Johnson, a Coalition member and Vice President and Chief Operating Officer for the National Council for Adoption.

“The Face Act will resolve these issues and provide U.S. citizenship to all internationally adopted children of American citizens.”The FACE Act also provides older orphans the ability to be adopted – children who were overlooked in the Hague Treaty on Intercountry adoption. “Prior to the Hague’s passage, children age 16 to 18 whose younger siblings had been adopted by an American were able to be adopted by the same American family,” said Terry Baugh, President of Kidsave. “The Hague eliminated all adoption opportunities for children 16 and over. The FACE Act will fix this oversight and expand the opportunity of a permanent family to all children up to age 18.”

The Families for Orphans Coalition was established in 2008 to support both domestic and foreign efforts that ensure every child lives, grows and thrives in a safe, permanent and loving family.

alright alright already....

Apparently I haven't blogged in a while. So says most of the free world. Or at least the .00000000000000000001% that read my blog :-) Ok, I get it! But most of the time its like, what should I blog about? Well, what have I been doing? Lets see, I went to work today. And I went to work yesterday. And I'll be going to work tomorrow.... Do you sense a pattern here? I'm boring folks! Really boring.
So let's talk about other people's lives, shall we? I don't know if you've been keeping up with the list (what? you don't look at it 500 times a day? oh that's just me?) It's very exciting because the referrals have been rolling and a lot of families have been getting through court, including one family (this family) who received their referral for their beautiful twins over a year ago and just finally got through court on Tuesday.
You spend a lot of time when you are on the waitlist studying and analyzing. You study how many families are listed before you and you analyze how long it is taking for the people at the top of the list to get their referrals. You wonder why it is taking so long and you hope and pray it doesn't get to be a longer wait by the time you get up there. I've been thinking a lot about this lately. Here's the thing. I have to catch myself when I start thinking like this and remind myself that Ethiopia is not a factory assembly line. Nor is my adoption agency. This is where adoption gets tricky. In order for Matt and I to have the family we always wanted, a mother has to make a torturous decision. Or maybe its not a decision at all, maybe she has died. Maybe other families have to make a torturous decision. Any which way you slice it, its heartbreaking. It's not something you would hope for anyone. Period. It's weird sometimes. I know that people feel sorry for me and Matt. They feel sorry because we couldn't get pregnant. And I appreciate their feelings, I really do, but I really just want to scream, don't feel sorry for us! What we have been through is nothing, nothing, compared to what parents who must give their children up have gone through. Whether it is in Ethiopia, or here in America, or anywhere in the world, no person should have to endure that. Ok, rambling... what's my point. My point is, if it takes 8 months to get a referral, or 12 months, or more, its ok, because we are not on a waitlist for a finely crafted Italian handbag. We are waitng for a person. A real live person, who was loved by someone else, or many other people, but could not stay with them. That's big.

Oy, how'd I get off on such a serious tangent? Ok, I know what you've really been waiting for...

Kitty pictures!!

Here's where I fell asleep on the couch and the cats took over.

And here's where I woke up and realized my husband was taking embarrassing pictures of me and tried in vain to hide my double chin.

And here's where Matt and Bishop were posing in their ties.

Yes. Neck ties.

And here's where they were reading Black's Law Dictionary in their ties.

I would like it noted for the record that it was not me who bought a neck tie for my cat and made him wear it and pose for pictures in it. It was Matt. My husband. Future great dad. I'm just saying.

obsession

So what's to do when you've been on the waitlist for two months? You're done with all the paperwork, but its way too early to start babyfying your home, cuz then you'll just sit and stare at all this baby stuff with no baby in it. Well I'll tell you what ya do. You obsess. Over the List. You read every last blog on the list. You feel like you know these people even though you've never met them. Hell, you even meet one of them (hi R, had a great time with you!)
So this is what I do with my time. I can't get enough of it. It's replaced my facebook obsession. I celebrate when someone gets a referral or learns of a court date or passes court. And my heart breaks when I read the blogs of families who have received their referrals over a year ago and are still waiting to pass court. And I'm a little nervous right now. Because let me just tell you that no less than 16 Gladney families have court dates between May 20 and May 25. I'm getting heart palpitations just thinking about it. I want this to go well. I need this to go well. Because they're my peeps, even though we don't know each other. And our personal experiences may be vastly different, but we're all on the same ride. So my adoption experience is colored by each and every one of them.

Anyway, if you need me, this is where you'll find me. In front of my computer, reveling in my new obsession.

yay spring and good times in the northwest

Not a whole lot going on here these days (aside from working a lot.) We had a great trip to the Seattle area visiting with Matt's family and especially our little cousin Connor, who is 4 years old now, and we haven't seen him since he was just a little baby! Here are a few pics...

Connor!

Check out that hair

Matt and Connor looking suave at the Portland Zoo

Fun at the Mariners Game

Awesome family dinner

And finally... it seems to be spring here. So exciting! This is my favorite moment of the year, when brand new green starts emerging from those brown branches.