Sunday, March 8, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
It's a Small World
Yesterday I received a call from a woman my sister grew up with. Last year she and I ran into each other at an adoption class (the kind you have to take to become eligible to adopt), and since then we’ve kept in touch. She has a SUPERCUTE little boy, and she and her husband are hoping to add to their family via adoption.
She called me because of something work related, but we ended up talking about our adoption efforts for quite a while. We’ve been able to celebrate the little triumphs (like getting our banners to post correctly on our agency’s old website) and commiserate in the frustrations (such as THE WAIT!) that come with adoption.
I hadn’t seen her info/profile on our agency’s new website, so I was hoping this meant good news for her family. Unfortunately, that’s not the case. Her house was burglarized and they got cleaned out. She’s bummed that their TV was stolen, and that most of her favorite clothes are now gone. But she’s most upset that her computer (a.k.a. photo album) is gone. How do you post an adoption profile without any photos?
BUMMER!
She has some ideas for scrounging up photos of hers living in cyber space. I hope she finds what she needs. And I hope her family gets a new member soon! So if you are looking for a family for your child and Sam and I don’t seem like a good fit, check out Steve, Suzanne and Wyatt. They have a blog you can check out, too. I highly recommend them!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Annual Home Study/Visit
Yesterday we had a home visit with our new adoption worker. I was a little anxious because we aren’t 100% done with remodeling. I was worried we might get in trouble for not having any interior door knobs installed yet. And what if she looked under our bed where I hide things I don’t know what do with—like a Christmas decoration I’m still making? Would we get in trouble for not having enough water in our food storage? Of course I was over thinking things, but that’s what I do. We spent Monday night completing a list of things I’m pretty sure are important:
- Install missing heating vents; check.
- Buy new fire and carbon monoxide detectors (Sam went out to find some at 2:00 in the A.M.); check.
- Maker sure neighbor’s cat’s poop isn’t all over the yard; check.
The visit went really well. There are just a few things we have to take care of like put child locks on the cabinets that hold cleaning supplies. Best of all, I really like our new adoption worker. Although I don’t know her very well yet, I really like her a lot. She’s totally on the ball and seems to realize how important this is to us. She’s genuine and I feel like she can empathize with the ups and downs that come with this whole thing. And she didn’t look under our bed.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Slumber Party!
Last weekend my sister and brother-in-law went out of town. We figured this was the perfect time to follow through with a promise Sam made to their kids to have a slumber party where we stayed up all night watching movies and eating popcorn and candy.
We didn’t end up staying up all night, but we did watch a movie and eat popcorn and candy.
And of course there was jumping on the bed that turned into a pillow fight.
The 4-year-old woke up in the middle of the night because she had a nightmare that her daddy was the Grinch. I tried to console her, but I was also trying not to crack up at her nightmare story. She woke up again, but before I could get up, Sam was headed to the living room to check on her. I woke up awhile later and Sam was still gone. Then I found this:
After that I only woke up once because the baby wanted to snuggle (that was heaven!). In the morning I was awakened when Sam and the girls brought me breakfast in bed.
Yes, I married the best man in the world!
We went to church the next day and got some interesting looks. A lot of people know we are hoping to adopt, so I think they thought we hit the jackpot!
We didn’t end up staying up all night, but we did watch a movie and eat popcorn and candy.
And of course there was jumping on the bed that turned into a pillow fight.
The 4-year-old woke up in the middle of the night because she had a nightmare that her daddy was the Grinch. I tried to console her, but I was also trying not to crack up at her nightmare story. She woke up again, but before I could get up, Sam was headed to the living room to check on her. I woke up awhile later and Sam was still gone. Then I found this:
After that I only woke up once because the baby wanted to snuggle (that was heaven!). In the morning I was awakened when Sam and the girls brought me breakfast in bed.Yes, I married the best man in the world!
We went to church the next day and got some interesting looks. A lot of people know we are hoping to adopt, so I think they thought we hit the jackpot!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Where It All Began
The other night we went bowling and it reminded me of our very first date.
I met Sam about a month or so before we first went out. I was immediately interested in him, but I wasn’t sure what he thought about me. I actually made the first move. I had a work-related event that involved filmmaking. I knew Sam had been working on a documentary and that he had a passion for film, so I figured it was the perfect excuse to ask him out. He turned me down. Apparently he had to work or something. A few days later he asked me out to go bowling.
When we pulled up to the bowling alley, I was a little mortified when Sam pulled out his very own bowling ball and shoes. Who has their own bowling equipment? For the first couple of frames Sam didn’t do so hot, but I was doing unusually well. Sam proposed a bet; whoever lost had to make the other one cookies. We shook on it—I didn’t really care if I was being a sucker. After that it was all downhill for me, and Sam started throwing strikes.
After bowling we went out for hot wings and then over to Sam’s friend’s house to watch a movie. I have no idea what movie we watched, but I do remember Sam held my hand for the first time. He took me home after that, walked me to my door and gave me hug goodbye.
That night I couldn’t sleep. I was very surprised by this because our date wasn’t really much different than most of the other million first dates I had been on. I did like Sam A LOT, and I really wanted to go out with him again, but I usually have no problem falling asleep. I tried everything I could think of. I wrote in my journal, I counted sheep, I even read War and Peace. I did sleep sometime between 5:00 and 5:20 a.m., but that was it.
So that’s where it all began. Sam still kicks my butt at bowling, but at least now I get to go home with him after the game. And after all these years, I’m seriously considering buying my own pair of bowling shoes.
I met Sam about a month or so before we first went out. I was immediately interested in him, but I wasn’t sure what he thought about me. I actually made the first move. I had a work-related event that involved filmmaking. I knew Sam had been working on a documentary and that he had a passion for film, so I figured it was the perfect excuse to ask him out. He turned me down. Apparently he had to work or something. A few days later he asked me out to go bowling.When we pulled up to the bowling alley, I was a little mortified when Sam pulled out his very own bowling ball and shoes. Who has their own bowling equipment? For the first couple of frames Sam didn’t do so hot, but I was doing unusually well. Sam proposed a bet; whoever lost had to make the other one cookies. We shook on it—I didn’t really care if I was being a sucker. After that it was all downhill for me, and Sam started throwing strikes.
After bowling we went out for hot wings and then over to Sam’s friend’s house to watch a movie. I have no idea what movie we watched, but I do remember Sam held my hand for the first time. He took me home after that, walked me to my door and gave me hug goodbye.
That night I couldn’t sleep. I was very surprised by this because our date wasn’t really much different than most of the other million first dates I had been on. I did like Sam A LOT, and I really wanted to go out with him again, but I usually have no problem falling asleep. I tried everything I could think of. I wrote in my journal, I counted sheep, I even read War and Peace. I did sleep sometime between 5:00 and 5:20 a.m., but that was it.
So that’s where it all began. Sam still kicks my butt at bowling, but at least now I get to go home with him after the game. And after all these years, I’m seriously considering buying my own pair of bowling shoes.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Thank Goodness for Visiting Teachers!
visting teachers - noun. In the Church of Jesus Christ of Later-day Saints, Relief Society sisters (adult women) assigned in pairs to a list of sisters in the ward. Each set of Visiting Teachers are required to share a monthly spiritual message and generally assist, help strengthen and be-friend their assigned sisters. All Relief Society sisters should have someone assigned to visit teach them monthly.
Saturday I received a call from my stalwart visiting teacher, Sister N.
“Hi Megan, I just heard some news that I want to tell you so that you can deal with it in your own way.”
I million thoughts quickly went through my mind, none of which were remotely close to what she said next.
“Sister L was just placed with a baby boy and I just wanted you to find out about it when you could deal with the news however you need to.”
My first thought was relief, because of all the things I might need to “deal” with, this wasn’t too bad. I then felt sincere happiness for Sister L (really, I did). Sister L adopted a little girl from China about 2 years ago, right around the same time my sister and her family adopted their little girl from China. Sister L and I have talked about adoption, and I knew she would try to adopt again at some point. So I wasn’t totally surprised by the news. But I admit there was a small part of me that was bummed it wasn’t Sam and me getting a baby. I thanked Sister N for giving me the news, hung up, and told Sam. (By the way, he was more upset than me.)
Here’s where I thank Heavenly Father for the divinely inspired visiting teaching program, and the divinely inspired woman who first assigned Sister N to be my visiting teacher. Sister and Brother N adopted both of their children. Sister N knows exactly what it’s like to be in my shoes—aching for a child and feeling so helpless, trying to be positive, patient and optimistic while watching everyone else have babies—lots of them—while my arms remain empty year after year. Yes, Sister N knows what it’s like to be me. And it seems she knows what it’s like to be me even more than I.
You see, when I went to Relief Society yesterday, the R.S. president announced Sister L’s good news. I was totally surprised by the effect this had had me. It felt like a slap across the face. Along with that, (I might have been imagining) I swear I could feel everyone look at me out of the corner of their eye. How would I have reacted had I not already had 24-hours to process the news? At best, I would have held it together until class ended and I would have barely made it to the car before losing it. At worst, well, I would have had to make a b-line to the bathroom. But after the initial shock of the slap, I again felt sincerely happy for sister L. I really did. And I didn’t have to hold back any tears.
Yes, thank goodness for visiting teachers!
Saturday I received a call from my stalwart visiting teacher, Sister N.
“Hi Megan, I just heard some news that I want to tell you so that you can deal with it in your own way.”
I million thoughts quickly went through my mind, none of which were remotely close to what she said next.
“Sister L was just placed with a baby boy and I just wanted you to find out about it when you could deal with the news however you need to.”
My first thought was relief, because of all the things I might need to “deal” with, this wasn’t too bad. I then felt sincere happiness for Sister L (really, I did). Sister L adopted a little girl from China about 2 years ago, right around the same time my sister and her family adopted their little girl from China. Sister L and I have talked about adoption, and I knew she would try to adopt again at some point. So I wasn’t totally surprised by the news. But I admit there was a small part of me that was bummed it wasn’t Sam and me getting a baby. I thanked Sister N for giving me the news, hung up, and told Sam. (By the way, he was more upset than me.)
Here’s where I thank Heavenly Father for the divinely inspired visiting teaching program, and the divinely inspired woman who first assigned Sister N to be my visiting teacher. Sister and Brother N adopted both of their children. Sister N knows exactly what it’s like to be in my shoes—aching for a child and feeling so helpless, trying to be positive, patient and optimistic while watching everyone else have babies—lots of them—while my arms remain empty year after year. Yes, Sister N knows what it’s like to be me. And it seems she knows what it’s like to be me even more than I.
You see, when I went to Relief Society yesterday, the R.S. president announced Sister L’s good news. I was totally surprised by the effect this had had me. It felt like a slap across the face. Along with that, (I might have been imagining) I swear I could feel everyone look at me out of the corner of their eye. How would I have reacted had I not already had 24-hours to process the news? At best, I would have held it together until class ended and I would have barely made it to the car before losing it. At worst, well, I would have had to make a b-line to the bathroom. But after the initial shock of the slap, I again felt sincerely happy for sister L. I really did. And I didn’t have to hold back any tears.
Yes, thank goodness for visiting teachers!
Friday, January 9, 2009
Year of the Baby
Yes, my title may be a little bold, but I really do think that this is the year Sam and I will finally become parents. Every year for the last several years I've hoped that it was the year, but this time I really think it is. And if it isn't, well, I'll be okay--it just means we're one year closer to whenever it happens. But in the meantime, the realist in me is giving in to the optimist in me.
We had a great New Year holiday. We spent time with family and friends, played games and watched football (go Utes!), watched good movies and ate yummy food. It doesn't get better than that!
On New Year's Eve we went out with some friends for Sushi, then to the Cheesecake Factory for dessert and then back to our friends house to play video games.
Here's what we look like from the back--just in case you were wondering. We're boxing each other on our friend's Wii. Great therapy! It's pretty hillarious because I have no clue how to play this game well. Sam takes me out me every time. HOWEVER, I kick his you-know-what in Wii golf.
The next day we took my sister and her family to our favorite neighborhood diner where my nieces found this thing--I'm not quite sure what to call it--a vintage car trunk outifitted as a bench?? Whatever it is, they loved it. By the way, they are way excited for a new cousin. My sister tells me they even pray that we will find one soon!
We had a great New Year holiday. We spent time with family and friends, played games and watched football (go Utes!), watched good movies and ate yummy food. It doesn't get better than that!
On New Year's Eve we went out with some friends for Sushi, then to the Cheesecake Factory for dessert and then back to our friends house to play video games.
Here's what we look like from the back--just in case you were wondering. We're boxing each other on our friend's Wii. Great therapy! It's pretty hillarious because I have no clue how to play this game well. Sam takes me out me every time. HOWEVER, I kick his you-know-what in Wii golf.
The next day we took my sister and her family to our favorite neighborhood diner where my nieces found this thing--I'm not quite sure what to call it--a vintage car trunk outifitted as a bench?? Whatever it is, they loved it. By the way, they are way excited for a new cousin. My sister tells me they even pray that we will find one soon!
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