Waiting For Godot

In the play, the characters wait (and wait... and wait...) for Godot, who never arrives.  Let me tell you, I can totally relate.  

Word is that the CCAA is only matching through 1/25/06.   We can now  cross five days off the calendar.  But of those days, only a paltry three have actual referrals (the other two days were a weekend and nobody was logged in).  This represents a significant reduction in total number of referrals.  

At this point we're still fairly confident (hmmm, maybe I should rephrase that to "cautiously optimistic")  that we'll get our referral in August.  The CCAA should refer the rest of January, which is 1/26 and 1/27 and nobody was logged in after that due to  Chinese New Year.  So unless something truly unusual happens they should get to 2/06/06).

Of course, this whole process has been truly unusual, so you just never know.

Our agency will receive referrals on Monday and many waiting parents will see the faces of their babies on Monday.   For them, the wait will end and a new life as a family will begin.  I wish them all much joy with their children.  I am thrilled for them.

And truth be told, I'm rather envious as well.  

Back to waiting...

We've been tagged!

In the nearly three years that we've been on this journey, we've had the pleasure of meeting (in cyberspace) some wonderful people.  Ford & Alyson are among our favorite people who we have never met in person.  Their LID is 1/27/06 and my fingers are crossed that they'll get their referral this week!!   Oh, the suspense!  In the meantime, Ford & Alyson tagged us with the following challenge:

Write a six word memoir.  

Yikes.

It's so much easier to write a whole novel than it is to sum up a life in a mere six words.   Okay, slight hyperbole, there.  After giving this challenge a great deal of thought, I decided to... um, cheat. 

Instead of writing a memoir, I'm going to sum up my life philosophy, which has carried me through my life and is thus applicable to this challenge (if you say it with conviction, it's true, right?).  So... drum roll.  Here's my six word memoir/philosophy of life:

LIVE, DO NOT MERELY EXIST.  ALWAYS!

And now, in the tradition of all internet tagging, I pass the baton to five more people:

Di & Dave are waiting for Sophie.

Kris is waiting for Macy!

Ellen is waiting for Flora.

Connie is waiting for Jadyn.

Beth & Mok just got their referral for twins at The China Expedition.

Baby furniture!

There's a room in our house that we've been calling "the nursery".  Recently that room has been painted and reconfigured, with new floor moldings installed, all in preparation for a new occupant.  Today for the first time I called the nursery "Kavanna's room" and realized that she's really coming into focus for us...  we don't know what she looks like, but she's definitely becoming more real.  After nearly three years of waiting for "our baby in China" we are getting very close to bringing Kavanna home.   She  is vivid in our hearts!

An empty room will simply not do.  We took the plunge and ordered these pieces.  I liked that they are classic yet stylish.  

I can't wait to take a photo of Kavanna in that crib.  

Kavanna, your room awaits (even though the crib will be in our room, of course!)

The call before the call...

Our agency called today and asked about our contact information - as in, which number should they call with our referral.  We don't expect our referral in August.  Maybe they are really prepared and getting ready far ahead of time.  Or maybe they think there's more than a microscopic chance that we'll sneak into July.    

Wow.   

Update:  our agency confirmed that they want the information "just in case" we get a referral in the July batch.  They think it will probably be August for us but they also said "you never know" and that's why they want our information now rather than later.  

A unique crib

I really love this crib. One option is to have a chalkboard on the end, so kids can be creative and draw with chalk... It also converts to a toddler bed. It comes in a variety of colors and wood finishes.

Nice crib, right? Apparently lots of people thought so, too - and the demand was so good that the company had to find a new place to produce more cribs, which they are still in the process of doing, so that the crib is currently unavailable. It's called the Lullaboo crib by Celery.

Basically, if you want this crib you have to go on a waiting list. And after nearly three years of waiting for Kavanna, I am done with waiting.

My search for a perfect (and available) crib continues...

Middle School Graduation!!

Doesn't Ariel look quite thrilled to be graduating from 8th grade?  Congratulations, Ariel!

I am so proud of Ariel.  Not only did she graduate with honors, she showed herself to be an honorable person during her time at middle school.  For her elective, she could have chosen chorus or band or art or something like that.  She chose to be an aide in the special needs class.  On graduation day, many of the special needs kids came over to her to congratulate her.  They clearly love her and she loves them back.  I am so proud of the lovely, generous person she is! 

Funny 8th Grade Graduation Story:  Okay, it's funny now, but at the time it was the worst day of my life.  It was a week before I graduated from the eighth grade.  I, who have always been blessed with perfect skin (thank you, Mom & Dad for good genetics) got a raging case of poison oak... on my FACE.  I looked like pizza face.  I looked as if I had the worst case of acne that anyone had ever had in the history of hormones.

And if that wasn't bad enough, I had to wear my bat mitzvah dress.  It was long, ivory with small flowers, an empire waist.   The popular girls wore short, sexy little dresses and high heels (no graduation gowns for anyone). 

I felt like I'd stepped out of Little House On The Prairie and they were from Sex & The City.   When you're 13, as I was, those two things together equal disaster.  Thank God there is life after middle school!  And high school, for that matter!

Congratulations again, Ariel!

 

Starting to decorate...

Check out this vintage poster from Shanghai circa 1930. We bought it online and are framing it for Kavanna's room. We decided not to go too cutesy on the decor, so this was perfect!

Happy Father's Day

My husband David is an amazing dad to Ariel... and I know he'll be an amazing dad to Kavanna. He makes Ariel a priority, helps her with her homework, sets her straight if she's off course, but in a way that makes her feel competent rather than diminished, and is always there to listen.   He often says that Ariel is the joy of his life.  Seeing their close bond is what made me decide to go ahead with an adoption.  Their relationship is proof that love transcends biology... Happy Father's Day, David!!

It's 2am and your baby is crying...

... How far will you walk to get to your baby?  My answer to that is, "I won't walk at all.  I'll reach."

Our master bedroom is so far from the kids rooms that it might as well be on another planet.  While this is ideal when one of those children is 14 years old, it's not so good when the other child is a baby.  I can't imagine Kavanna being farther than arm's reach during the night.  Ariel slept next to me and I truly believe it was a contributing factor to her sense of security and her confidence in general.  

My only question is how long she should sleep next to us instead of in her room.  I have no experience in that matter, as Ariel basically slept with me until I met David.  When she was... 

CRINGE  ....uh, she slept with me until she was... WINCE... eight years old and I made her (finally) sleep in her own bed in her own room.  

I know, I know!!  So wrong!  I can't believe I put that information out into cyberspace for all to see, but there it is.  She had her own room with her own extremely comfortable bed, but she would not sleep in it.   Obviously we're not going to repeat that particular dynamic.   

These really cute co-sleepers are only for babies up to 9 months, so we'll probably have Kavanna's crib in the room with us.   It's all about proximity.  I want her within arm's reach.

At least, that's what I'm saying now.  Check back with me when she's home and we'll see what works best for her.

Co-Sleeping Facts

What is co-sleeping?

Co-sleeping is a term commonly used to describe the act of sleeping with one's own baby in the same bed.

What are the benefits of co-sleeping?

Co-sleeping provides: Easy access to baby; Enhancement of the natural bonding process;More comfortable and efficient caregiving such as; breast feeding, soothing, comforting, diaper changing etc. than can be accomplished if the baby slept in a separate bed or bedroom.

What is the relationship between co-sleeping and S.I.D.S.?

Cultures where parents commonly co-sleep with their babies have the lowest rate of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, S.I.D.S., in the world, while cultures where parents do not commonly sleep with their babies have the highest rate of S.I.D.S.. Current studies are starting to draw a correlation between S.I.D.S. and babies who sleep in rooms by themselves. The evidence suggests that some infants may fall into abnormally deep sleep and "forget to breath". With a baby at arm's reach, parents are easily alerted to abnormal breathing or other signals of distress, that may be missed if the baby were in a separate room.

What are the possible drawbacks of co-sleeping? Can it be dangerous?

There are two common criticisms of co-sleeping. First, there is a fear that a parent might roll over on the infant causing harm. Second, some parents wonder if co-sleeping might spoil the baby. These criticisms are easy to counter. Co-sleeping can be accomplished by having a baby sleep in a bed that attaches to the parent's bed in such a way as to allow parental access while preventing the baby from rolling out and into the parent's bed. The Arm's Reach Co-Sleeper(R) bassinet is a product that accomplishes this goal. See the Arm's Reach Co-Sleeper(R) FAQ for more information.

In regards to spoiling a baby, there is no evidence that co-sleeping with a baby results in a spoiled child.

What the experts are saying:

"Besides enhancing bonding between parents and their baby, the Arm's Reach Co-Sleeper® provides night-time security that benefits a growing baby's emotional development," says Doctor William Sears, Associate Clinical Professor of Pediatrics at the University of California, Irvine, School of Medicine and author of over one dozen guides including The Baby Book. "Sleeping g close to their infant allows parents to make up for missed touch time during the day and to reconnect with their baby at night."

Doctor James J. McKenna, Ph.D. Professor of Biological Anthropology and Director of the Mother-Baby Sleep Laboratory University of Notre Dame, agrees. "I believe that [Arm's Reach has] created an important way of making it possible for babies to receive the kind of nighttime care we all take for granted as being needed for babies during the night."

Regardless of the medical benefits, simply having your baby close can provide a sense of comfort and closeness to both parents and baby. With busy schedules and lives connecting with our children on a daily basis can be difficult. The Arm's Reach line of products greatly eases the emotional and physical burdens of child care by bringing you closer together... not to mention keep your feet warm on cold winter nights when you don't have to walk down the hall to reassure a crying baby!

Benefits:

    * A better start in life for mother and baby. Early bonding makes for a secure beginning.

    * If the child(ren) is/are restless, the mother can simply reach over and comfort them. Research confirms benefits of a quick response to a baby's needs.

    * Mother can enjoy more rest because she can reach her baby from her bed.

    * From the first day home mother and baby are able to bond and this bond carries through for the rest of their lives.

All these benefits also apply to DADDIES, I might add!!

How cute is this diaper bag?

                                                                                    

So I saw this diaper bag and had to have it.  It's from a line called "Not Rational" named because the designer's therapist kept telling her that, "Feelings are not rational."   And hey, it's a now a source of retail therapy.  What symmetry!

It also doesn't look like a diaper bag (not cutesy) and it will convert to a great bag for business and stuff like that.

There.  I have justified this purchase.  Seriously, how cute is this bag?

...Cause the countdown has begun!! The CCAA referred a whopping ten days of referrals (I read they haven't done that in 15 months) which means they have referred through January 22, 2006. Yeah, the number of referrals is about the same but it sure feels like we're making more progress. Due to Chinese New Year virtually nobody was logged in between January 28 and February 6. Which means.... there are only five more days of LIDs ahead of us and we're more than likely going to get our referral in August!!

August. Two months from now. Suddenly we can see the finish line ahead of us after a seemingly interminable wait. Yesterday was our 28 month LID "anniversary". Somehow "28 months" sound shorter than "two years and four months".

We're finally putting together the nursery... we have to do a second home study (for our third I-171H)... but we are getting there!!!!!

The end of the tunnel is in sight. I can hardly believe it.

I am so excited. And slightly terrified.

I remember being in labor with Ariel and being driven to the hospital before I gave birth (a long 36 hours later) and I was absolutely ecstatic that I was about to see my daughter's face for the first time, and completely petrified about what would happen next. Would I know what to do with her? Would I be attuned to her? Would I be able to distinguish her hungry cry from her angry cry? Would I ever sleep again? Would I love her? Would I resent her? Would my life ever be the same again? Would I want it to be? Did the people at the hospital know they would be entrusting an infant to the care of someone who was clueless about babies? What did it mean to be a mommy?

Fourteen years later, the best fourteen years of my life because I have shared them with my amazing daughter, I am feeling the same mix of anticipation and fear... but this time I have a husband by my side, who is my b'sherit, the love of my life, and I have the knowledge that motherhood is a wild, unpredictable and utterly wonderful ride. I can't wait to start again with Kavanna.

Censorship

I am extremely grateful for the Rumor Queen site for the information and connections I find there. However, this week I found a disturbing trend, which was that moderators who personally objected to certain comments and/or lines of discussion were locking the threads.  One person wondered how the earthquake would affect international adoption.  In response, she was vilified and excoriated for simply posing the question, as if only a self-serving terrible person would dare to wonder how the earthquake might personally impact her.  I posted the following response, which I would like to share with anybody who cares to read it; shortly after my post, the moderator locked the thread.  The RQ royalty may be at times totalitarian, but the internet renders us a democracy and gives everyone a voice.   Here is mine:

Re: The impact of the earthquake on IA???

« Reply #38 on: May 15, 2008, 10:59:57 AM »

I may be missing something, but I didn't read any posts in which the writers hoped to somehow benefit from this tragic earthquake; rather, I extrapolated a realistic fear that the process would further slow down and thus directly impact all of us waiting parents.  What I'd like to suggest is that it is possible to both be horrified and saddened by the events taking place in China (and other parts of the world, for that matter) AND to wonder how this might affect the IA process.  

There seems to be a sense that wondering how the events of this week will impact us PAPs is unseemly and indicative of a moral transgression.  Yet, how can we not wonder how it will impact us?  In all likelihood it will impact us in some way and I think it's okay to have a forum in which we explore that question without fear of being vilified for this very human concern.  Again, wondering how the earthquake will affect our wait does not - to me - nullify any other feelings and thoughts of concern and compassion we have towards those people suffering in China. 

Speaking from my own experience, I watch the coverage and weep... as I have since Monday.  The devastation and destruction of lives is unimaginable and horrific.   My eyes are filling with tears as I write these words.

I also wonder about my daughter, where she is, and what she experienced.  Our LID is 2/06/06, so I believe she's been born.  When my bio daughter was two weeks old, the L.A. earthquake hit.  I was nursing her at the time and somehow I got to the doorway as the house rumbled and swayed and all I could think of was how I could protect her when the house collapsed (it didin't).  It's  painful to think of all the babies and children in China who didn't have someone holding them in comforting arms as the world shook.

Then I wonder if the process will slow down, and if so, if so many children who could go to loving homes will have to wait in orphanages.

And yes, I wonder how much longer the wait will be for me and for those after me. 

I hold all of these thoughts and feelings.  Concern for the wait does not outweigh or mitigate my concern for the Chinese people in this terrible time.  One does not cancel out the other.   I do not believe that my thoughts are illegitimate because I don't actually have a referral yet. 

This forum is supposed to be a safe place for us to express our concerns and feelings without condemnation.  Let's keep it that way.

HOW TO HELP

If you would like to contribute to the relief efforts in China, here are some ways to do so:

GREAT WALL CHINA ADOPTION has started a relief fund for the orphanages in the Sichuan and Chongqing provinces.  These orphanages were directly affected by the earthquake (no word on how they have been affected or the welfare of the kids, just that the orphanages have been impacted).  Here is the link to the relief fund information:

 http://www.gwca.org/donate/earthquake-relief-fund/GW Donation Form.doc 

THE RED CROSS CHINA is currently accepting donations for the earthquake relief fund.  Here is the link: 

Red Cross Society of China website: www.redcross.org.cn 

LOVE WITHOUT BOUNDARIES is also starting a relief fund.  Here's the link:

https://www.lovewithoutboundaries.com/donate.cfm?category=147&child_id=0

Alternatively, go to the LWB website and you'll be directed to the link for earthquake relief:  www.lovewithoutboundaries.com

An update from HALF THE SKY, which has three orphanages in the region is that the children in those three orphanages were evacuated but are fine and that the buildings did not suffer great damage.  

Our hearts go out to those in China who are suffering tonight... 

27 month LID anniversary

27 months = 1.25 years 

Or, to put it another way, 21 months longer than we expected to wait.  Sigh.

There are 15 LIDs ahead of us (January 13 - January 27th, and then there is a gap during which nobody was logged in due to Chinese New Year.  We figure we'll get our referral in August.   That is, unless the CCAA decides not to do referrals right before the Olympics.  I'm not sure what the Olympics have to do with adoption, but my logic and CCAA logic do not jibe.  For instance, why are they still accepting dossiers?  Why????

So.  There it is, 27 months and counting.  But hopefully not for too long.  :)

I feel for everybody after us and my fingers are crossed for a speed-up after the Olympics.

Soldiering... Er, Shouldering On...

This is my new diaper bag.    It's a shoulder bag... and also converts to a backpack.  It's got all kinds of very snazzy built-in pockets and other stuff, like an attached changing pad, that also detaches.  Basically, if James Bond had a diaper bag, this would be it.  This is the Aston Martin of diaper bags.

I bought it feeling defiant, as if to prove to myself that there really will be an end to this war... I mean, wait.  The last abysmal round of referrals were quite devastating and I felt quite defeated.  This very trendy (yet classic) diaper bag is my proclamation to myself that there really is an end to this wait.

And one day I'll be using this diaper bag for an actual baby (she wrote, willing it to happen).

Meanwhile my first baby is my height and wearing my clothes, which means that her wardrobe has effectively doubled and mine has diminished considerably.  What a life!

The Girl With An Apple

A touching story that seemingly has nothing to do with adoption, but it is about people finding each other across time... across continents... and against all odds, living happily ever after. In that respect, it is a story of adoption, and a story of hope and triumph. Enjoy.

The Girl With An Apple

August 1942. Piotrkow, Poland. The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously. All the men, women and children of Piotrkow's Jewish ghetto had been herded into a square. Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had only recently died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded ghetto. My greatest fear was that our family would be separated.

"Whatever you do," Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me, "don't tell them your age. Say you're sixteen". I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off. That way I might be deemed valuable as a worker. An SS man approached me, boots clicking against the cobblestones. He looked me up and down, then asked my age. "Sixteen," I said. He directed me to the left, where my three brothers and other healthy young men already stood.

My mother was motioned to the right with the other women, children, sick and elderly people. I whispered to Isidore, "Why?" He didn't answer. I ran to Mama's side and said I wanted to stay with her. "No," she said sternly. "Get away. Don't be a nuisance. Go with your brothers." She had never spoken so harshly before. But I understood: She was protecting me. She loved me so much that, just this once, she pretended not to. It was the last I ever saw of her.

My brothers and I were transported in a cattle car to Germany. We arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night weeks later and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day, we were issued uniforms and identification numbers. "Don't call me Herman anymore." I said to my brothers. "Call me 94983."

I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading the dead into a hand-cranked elevator. I, too, felt dead. Hardened, I had become a number. Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald's sub-camps near Berlin. One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice. "Son," she said softly but clearly, "I am sending you an angel." Then I woke up. Just a dream. A beautiful dream. But in this place there could be no angels. There was only work. And hunger. And fear.

A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone. On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a young girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree. I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in German.

"Do you have something to eat?" She didn't understand. I inched closer to the fence and repeated question in Polish. She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life. She pulled an apple from her woolen jacket and threw it over the fence. I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, "I'll see you tomorrow."

I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat - a hunk of bread or, better yet, an apple. We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for us both. I didn't know anything about her just a kind farm girl except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me? Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.

Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car and shipped to Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia.. "Don't return," I told the girl that day. "We're leaving." I turned toward the barracks and didn't look back, didn't even say good-bye to the girl whose name I'd never learned, the girl with the apples.

We were in Theresienstadt for three months. The war was winding down and Allied forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed. On May 10, 1945, I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at 10:00 AM. In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself. So many times death seemed ready to claim me, but somehow I'd survived. Now, it was over. I thought of my parents. At least, I thought, we will be reunited.

At 8 A.M. there was a commotion. I heard shouts, and saw people running every which way through camp. I caught up with my brothers. Russian troops had liberated the camp! The gates swung open. Everyone was running, so I did too.

Amazingly, all of my brothers had survived; I'm not sure how. But I knew that the girl with the apples had been the key to my survival. In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none. My mother had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had come.

Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a Jewish charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived the Holocaust and trained in electronics. Then I came to America, where my brother Sam had already moved. I served in the U. S. Army during the Korean War, and returned to New York City after two years. By August 1957 I'd opened my own electronics repair shop. I was starting to settle in.

One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called me. "I've got a date. She's got a Polish friend. Let's double date." A blind date? Nah, that wasn't for me. But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the Bronx to pick up his date and her friend Roma. I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad. Roma was a nurse at a Bronx hospital. She was kind and smart. Beautiful, too, with swirling brown curls and green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with life.

The four of us drove out to Coney Island. Roma was easy to talk to, easy to be with. Turned out she was wary of blind dates too! We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore. I couldn't remember having a better time.

We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat. As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, "Where were you," she asked softly, "during the war?" "The camps," I said, the terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss. I had tried to forget. But you can never forget.

She nodded. "My family was hiding on a farm in Germany, not far from Berlin," she told me. "My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers." I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion. And yet here we were, both survivors, in a new world.

"There was a camp next to the farm." Roma continued. "I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples every day."

What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy. "What did he look like? I asked. He was tall, Skinny, and Hungry. I must have seen him every day for six months." My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be. "Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?" Roma looked at me in amazement "Yes." "That was me!" I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I couldn't believe it. My angel.

"I'm not letting you go." I said to Roma. And in the back of the car on that blind date, I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait. "You're crazy!" she said. But she invited me to meet her parents for Shabbat dinner the following week. There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the most important things I always knew: her steadfastness, her goodness. For many months, in the worst of circumstances, she had come to the fence and given me hope. Now that I'd found her again, I could never let her go.

That day, she said yes. And I kept my word. After nearly 50 years of marriage, two children and three grandchildren I have never let her go.

Herman Rosenblat Miami Beach, Florida

This is a true story and you can find out more by Googling Herman Rosenblat as he was bar mitzvahed at age 75. This story is being made into a movie called The Fence.

When?????

Holy cow, the referrals are in our year. I can't believe that the CCAA is finally making referrals for people logged in our year. Whooo-hooo! What will the next referral cycle be? I think they will get through January 10th, 2006. This is based on them doing approximately 100 dossiers a month from the RQ poll, which is what they've averaged the past several months. That brings us to January 10th.

In the land of, We Can Dream, Can't We, is the hope that now that they've gotten through all the 2005 LIDs, they will speed up and get back to referring 15 days a month. I think this is highly unlikely, but just for fun, that would put them through January 19, 2006.

Now that's just crazy talk, I know!

But to think, two years ago they were doing 60 LIDs a month.

Anybody else have a guess about referrals in April??

Ariel's enrolled in High School

The same week that we enrolled Kavanna in preschool, we attended a meeting for parents of 8th graders who are going into high school. Parents and kids filled the gym for the presentation. It went on for about an hour but I must have dissociated because I only remember a few things:

The head of the sports program told us, "We welcome your student athletes at this school. I want to stress that we call them student athletes for a reason. They are expected to keep up an academic standard. If they fall below that standard they will not be allowed to compete. We expect them to maintain a 2.0 grade point average to stay in the sports progrm."

Huh? 2.0? These students are expected to be average??? As my grandmother would doubtless have said, with a shake of her head"Oy."

The college admissions person spoke. Yes, the college admissions person. Yes. College. She said, "It's never too early to start planning for college."

College? Ariel is still in freaking eight grade!

Last, the principal spoke about the homework requirements for Honors classes, which was that students should anticipate studying a minimum of two hours per class for each honors class. Ariel will be in two honors classes. What are we going to do when we go to China?

I'm praying that a miracle happens and we get our referral in June, which means travel in August, so we can get Kavanna and be back before Ariel starts chool. Normally I'd shudder at the thought of China in August. First, it'll be smack in the middle of the Olympics, which means no trip to Beijing. Second, it's China in August, as in it's probably hotter and more humid than is bearable by humans currently residing in Southern California (and therefore spoiled).

But apparently it's never too early to plan for college and I don't want our trip to China to derail her studies. The sad thing is, I'm only being half-facetious.

So there it is. One child will be in high school in the Fall. The other will be in preschool.

There's a sitcom in there, somewhere.

Kavanna is enrolled in pre-school!

We don't know how old Kavanna is... though we think she's probably been born... and we don't know when she'll join the family (September? October?) but she's enrolled in a Montessori infant/baby program. Apparently there's a lottery to assure admittance but the directors of the school were really touched by our story and have promised Kavanna a slot whenever she arrives. So, Kavanna is registered for preschool!

We are lucky enough to have flexibility in our schedules. As a psychotherapist in private practice I'm able to set my own schedule and David works from home one day a week. Still, we think Kavanna will benefit from going to a part-time program at Montessori, especially if she is coming from an orphanage and accustomed to having lots of other kids around.

It feels really weird to have registered in the program... but also really good, in that it makes Kavanna more of a reality than the fantasy she's been for over 2.5 years.

2 YEAR LID ANNIVERSARY

February 6, 2006 - February 6, 2008

This week we "celebrate" our two year LID anniversary. I sure never saw this coming. Sometimes I reflect on what we've been told through these (yikes) years:

"The wait is six months and very stable."
"The wait is increasing but we expect it to stabilize at 12 months."
"The wait may go to 18 months."
"The CCAA says a 24 month wait is unacceptable."

I think about what people have said:

"Why don't you adopt domestically?"
"Why do you want a Chinese baby?"
"Why have you been waiting so long?"
"What's wrong with your agency?"
"Are you still adopting?"

Lately, what people don't say is more striking. They have completely stopped asking or commenting, as if this adoption is not real or has somehow vaporized, like an idea that never came to fruition.

Through the experience of The Wait, I have learned to be much more patient. I wrote here, maybe two years ago or more, that my motto used to be "I want patience and I want it NOW." This process has been exhilarating, frustrating, upsetting and bewildering. But we're still here and we're not giving up. No matter how long it takes, we will bring Kavanna home!