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you know you are adopting from China when…
….you know that I-600 & I-171 aren’t highways
….you’ve been expecting a baby for 2 years
(or more)
…you’ve actually googled what animal has the longest gestation period just to compare it with your own (note—it’s the elephant with just under a 2-year pregnancy. So, ours will be longer)
…you know that waiting for China has nothing to do with Pottery Barn or dishes
…your homestudy is followed by a number (i.e. #2 or #3 or #4)
…you never know how many days next month will have
…you know that babies come in batches
…you’ve been fingerprinted four times, but never committed a crime
…you automatically assume everyone who is expecting is having a girl
…you own new clothing in 3 little sizes for all 4 seasons (because you don’t know when or how big)
…you look twice when you see a ladybug
…you know people who understand when you talk about 2 day months & 5 day months
…your due date hasn’t changed by days but by years
…you know who Rumor Queen is AND you don’t know who she is
…you start using rumor ratings (R1, R2, R3, etc.) in conversation with your husband
…you know that forecast doesn’t have anything to do with the weather
…you’ve waited so long, they rechecked your fingerprints to see if they changed
…trying to understand why they’re printing you again, you study your own fingerprints and wonder if fingerprints grow wrinkles
…you speak of “that time of month” referring to CCAA updates & referrals
…you love someone you’ve never met with all your heart.
the shark’s in the house
I remember visiting Mark’s Grammy’s house before we were married. He took me down into the basement where there was a small room with a very large pool table in it. He proudly patted the table and told me that his name was on that thing. It was a very old table that Mark’s grandfather had bought cheaply from a billiards hall that was going out of business. They grew up playing with it in that basement. Eleven years later, here we are. After Grammy died at Christmas time, Mark’s mom asked him if he still wanted the pool table. He said no–we didn’t have the space and it was huge, how would he get it, it just wasn’t going to work. I encouraged him to reconsider. I knew he loved this table and would regret it years from now if he didn’t have it. So, he reconsidered and our major house project ensued. We finished our root cellar (a dirt floor room off the basement that we never used) to become our storage room. Then, we finished the basement to be a man cave of sorts–I say “man cave” but frankly it’s a pretty cool room that I like to hang out in myself. Last night at nearly 10PM, the guy fixing up the pool table for us finished. Check out these pictures from moments after “the Pool Doctor” left. Mark looks pretty darn excited.
He is Risen Indeed
Spent Easter down in MD at my parents’ house this year. The kids enjoyed the treat of spending the night there. I wish I could say that I enjoyed chatting with the fam. But, my voice is still not there. Still nice to be with people though and do the traditional egg hunt complete with the Mickey Mouse anthem to open it. Odd tradition thanks to dear old Dad.
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