Everyone is in a hurry.  There are so many cogs in the bureaucratic machinery that it is likely another week will end with a weeny boy living where he shouldn't ever have been.

Everyone is motivated.  Everyone is doing their part but holy toledo this is dragging out!  Every day the kids who know what's up are asking if Teddy (internet name I have decided) is coming.

Today is a new day and if more of what needs done is successfully completed then we are one day closer.

Fingers crossed

Said far more eloquently than I could.

Doesn't it seem that there is always some holiday break when you're waiting on those who work business hours to get things done?  It's a long weekend here.

We are at the tail end of the red tape that has to occur before the little teddy bear can come home but what I think is the last of it should have transferred virtual hands days end Friday.  Last week we were teased with a potential move in date of the 24th.  Unless I get a call first thing Tuesday then I can't see that happen.

The crib has been purchased and set up.  Teddy will be sharing with the eight year old who also is in a crib and fortunately I found one that matches short of a slight colour difference.  This makes my need for matching very happy.

We will be in for an adjustment for sure but one we have been waiting for.  The nine year old has been losing her mind about the prospect of Teddy joining the family.  When she's not thinking or talking about Mario Kart then it's about him.

Fingers crossed the move is smooth and that when it happens it causes as little trauma as possible for the ball of sweetness

Change is in the air!!

Nothing is ever for sure.

I trust few when it comes to the growth of our family.

There have been so many close calls in the last SIX years.  Situations that I thought were most definitely our dream come true.  The stars were aligned I thought.  Our wait was over!  Then something would happen.  A change of heart by the first family, us not being the chosen family or the most maddening, bureaucracy rearing its ever ugly head dashing all hopes.

This most current 'situation' of whom I speak is not adoption but as far as I am told long term nonetheless.  We are the chosen ones and we choose him right back.  Until his sweet head rests in his new crib in his new room I will not fully believe it will happen.  All things going well I think it will be under two weeks before the stork arrives with its two and a half year old bundle of sweetness.

We have met him and let me tell you....charming, delightful, precious only scratch the surface of describing him.

Fingers crossed!

Oh....and I might have another secret too.....

It's much less fun to find a piece of salad in your bra than an onion ring

When mommy has a craving its a win win. The kids get the cookies I get the dough

I was having a pretty good day until people happened