Friday, November 30, 2012
Does Emily know how to play a handbell?
But the precious director would point at Emily when it was time to ring her darling little handbell.
It was angelic - if I do say so myself.
Her Uncle Skipper, on the other hand, took the liberty to call her "a little ding a-ling" all during Thanksgiving dinner.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Maybe I can take a photo of the 2008 photo and get it on here. I'm such a goober.
The Darling Duo above in 2008 Christmas photo.
Yes. That IS a cowboy hat but you can't see the rebel flag on it...blinged up a bit.
Fake glasses, too.
We had the FUN time of going to see Donna in a play recently. Mercy me. The one liners were out the door.
Donna's fave quote was,
"That scared me so bad - the hair on the back of my legs stood up."
"That scared me so bad - the hair on the back of my legs stood up."
I hooted at, "If you ask him 'A penny for his thoughts'...you'll get back change."
I won't write about the part where the girl said she didn't care if it 'constipated the governor..."
My mother will croak.
She's croakin' now.
by Fred Rogers
“None of us gets to be competent, mature people without the help of others. .. people who have loved us all along the way. I’d like to give you a minute to think of those who have believed in you…those who have helped you live your life knowing what was good and real...to remember those who have cared about us through our lives..in our being who we are right now. Whomever you’ve been thinking about, whether they’re here or far away or even in heaven, imagine how pleased they’d be to know that you recognize what a difference they’ve made in your becoming.”
Monday, November 12, 2012
I think she would've been about 7-ish years old.
I think this picture is from 2008.
I've been on the phone with the adoption agency going over the discussion that THIS is the original photo on Molly's file and THE one that must be used for U.S. Department of State Application for Immigrant Visa and Alien Registration form. Can you say, "That's a MOUTHFUL!!"
There are the 2 pages of Biographic Data to submit (never heard the word 'biographic') and the 2 pages associated with the Sworn Statement.
Oh. The. Joy. What exactly am I swearing to?
My mother told me not to swear?!
A few dates are mentioned in Miss Molly's file...some significant ones when reports were written, when file was created, when medical examinations were conducted...events like these.
I could NOT help but notice that on one of the two Examination Reports from District Hospital that Molly was admitted on May 19, 2006. The little angel had some procedures carried out on her leg.
Hmmmm. Can you imagine being operated on without having a mommy there to turn you over to the nurses? To be there when you wake up from anesthesia?
Who sat with her in the hospital while she recovered? Got her ice to suck on ? Assured her she'd be feeling better soon?
That day is the day my first China dossier was logged in with the Chinese gov't. - the dossier that eventually led me to Emily.
I realize it is likely only a coincidence....but really? May 19, 2006 - the date I've said (200 times) "lives forever in history" because of the impact it had on my life and the life of Emily.
Now it seems to be of utmost importance for other reasons.
On Molly's file, the Chinese version AND translated English version, the LAST statement reads:
"She will be a pupil in "Inner Mongolian" school on Sept. 1, 2008."
That's the day I was in China and met Emily.
Yes. I know it's a stretch to link all this together, but these 2 dates are noted with importance in Molly's file, but they've already been KEY dates in my life and Emily's.
I'm just sayin'......
I'm thinkin' yeah!!
Posted by Vicki at 11/12/2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
The party -- DJ, music, tons of food, great b'day cake, lovely location -- was held at the Catholic Church where the b'day girl works.
I told the Presbyterians at my table, "These folks know how to have fun. We should've ALL been Catholic."
Went to the mailbox this week to find my I-797 US Gov't form had arrived.
I did what any prospective adoptive parent would do. I scratched my head and thought to myself,
"Ok. What next?!"
Well...that's every other adoptive parent but Forest and Robin. Geesh. They know it all - forward and backward. Then again, they're adopting child #4 -- a darling baby boy -- to go along with their 3 grown bio boys and 3 darling daughters from China. They've been helping me get photos onto the computer so I can order them, put some in a Shutterfly book, and call 2012 thus far in photos...DONE!!
I love this family and am so thrilled to call them friends.
I best tie up any loose strings in life ASAP b/c it appears we'll be headed to China sometime around January - hopefully after the Christmas airline prices go down.
I emailed my adoption agency and asked them about my I-800 - stating that some people have alluded to it being the same as another form.
They told me the I-797 IS the same document as the I-800 and now I have to submit the DS-230/240 (can't remember right this second) and to find all the important papers on the LSC listing.
Can you imagine H-O-W complicated all these codes, initials, acronyms, etc. can be? In reality, however, the agency does walk me through it all. It's like doing your taxes over and over and over again with a kindergarten teaching holding your hand and helping you.
Molly's Care Package is being sent, contacts in China are working to get information, and sometime soon on the other side of the world a little girl is going to learn that she is leaving all she has ever known and going forward into a family.
I covet your prayers for her...for Emily...and our family as we undertake this tremendous opportunity made available by the Lord. We are honored and humbled.
Em and I had the honor of attending a little baby shower for a girl I worked with in the past. We managed to squeeze this in along with the other 593 events on tap for that day. Ended up at an LSU...uhm...uhm...Alabama football game party at said "Lisa's" house. This is where I note that my darling child ate crab dip, a bite of catfish, and ---- drumroll -- alligator.
I am not a picky eater by any means, but I just don't eat meats of various types. I'm sorta just a 'chicken' girl - and even then...feel a bit guilty.
I play it safe in that department.
We got into a funny Bible discussion of what animals should/should not be eaten...based on scripture.
Something was said about critters w/eyes on the sides of their head vs front.
(I cannot bear the thought of eating 'critters'.)
I said, "Well - what about potatoes? They have lots of eyes."
Emily, Nanny Carol, and I sat around and hoo-ed and haaa-ed with some of the most hilarious folks.
Inside tailgate-ing-type party 101.