i find myself not minding much these days when the smalls cart out every last pillow, shoe, blanket and monopoly bill to form a restaurant, or when plastic bagpipe dudes keep company with our fruit.
i think i must be mellowing out nicely in my mid-thirties, softening at the edges. (plus also, it helps that the kids do regularly pick up after themselves, though not always as right away as the parental units would prefer. but right, totally mellowing.)
in other news, it has become apparent to me that i am a Crummy Explainer of Adoption Processes. your enthusiasm has warmed me right through, and a well-timed word of brightness from one or the other of y'all has carried me through many a stagnant morning. i need to explain, though, that we don’t actually get to bring our littlest person home next month. we will spend time with him, which is pretty much the best news i’ve heard in centuries, but then we must squeeze him goodbye and trust him to the care of his nannies, stand before a judge, fly twenty sobering hours back home.
then we’ll wait for the finalization of our paperwork, and for the US embassy in ET to review our case and clear us for travel for a visa interview. when we have the interview appointment we’ll return to addis, obtain his visa, and then bringhimhomehallelujah.
i am hopishly hoping and praying that he might be home with us before his birthday in july. admittedly, that’s a bit of a long shot, but boy would this mama rejoice.
and in the meantime, we (by which i mean mainly elle) will keep building him lego airports to practice that happy day of all together.