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We leave tomorrow morning for Puerto Vallarta for a week, over the Thanksgiving holiday, of sunshine . All of us have had nasty colds, so I am saying we are going to bake the illness out of us...medicinal purposes ;0) Do you think we could get our health insurance to cover it?
Naturally, with travel plans comes laundry. As the three of us were folding the last load of whites. Yes all 3 of us, Devi is responsible for piling up the clean socks for sorting...the adults handle the rest. Anyway, while we were quietly finishing our chores Pat said, "I'm a master at tights...I used to be intimidated, but now I am a MASTER!" The timing was perfect. I burst into the biggest bout of belly laughter I've had in a long time. You see, I leave early for work, long before anyone else is up. I lay Devi's clothes out for her the night before and Pat dresses her and gets her ready for her day at daycare in the morning. I've never given it a second thought that Pat, a man, has never dealt with tights or nylons before in is life, let alone hair baubles or bows. I just couldn't get the picture of him struggling to put on her tights out of my mind. Sweet man never mentioned it once in over a year that he had no idea how to put them on.
This Thanksgiving...I give special thanks to daddy's who tackle ALL of life's dilemmas for their families. Good job daddy's.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. See you in a week!!
In an effort to save time, Pat and I threw up a few crepe paper streamers and spots of colored helium balloons here and there the night before Devi's birthday party. Who knew it would have such an impact on our birthday girl when she awoke? After a restful night dreaming piggy dreams (dreams dependent on animal featured on jammies), Devi rubbed and rubbed her Mr. Sand Man filled eyes revealing a magical party scene that wasn't there when she drifted off the night before. "Oooo...Pretty! Balloon's everywhere!" she exclaimed. It was precious.
Devi's only request for the day was to sing, so surrounded by seventeen family members and a couple of friends, we managed to oblige her with four robust rounds of "If You're Happy and You Know It". I think we were pretty convincing because she was delighted and beamed from ear to ear. A pro at nearly 7 years of age, Devi's cousin Jake helped her open her presents...his style being a little more energetic than hers...they managed to get the job done. Party hats positioned atop our heads, we belted out the birthday song, another of Devi's favorites and she heaved a huge BLOW...something she has been practicing for weeks for this big day. When asked her age, she held up a crumpled jumble of fingers, pinky crossed over the ring finger somehow and announced "TWO!". Everyone stayed for pizza and we all played with tea sets, stuffed animals and veterinarian utensils. It was a great day. She was very polite with pleases and thank yous all in the right spots...so grown up!! *sniff, sniff*
Devi with Great Grandma
With cousins Melissa and Jake
I love her funny little squat!
Kissing the "Dress Me Monkey" doll from Mom and Dad
CAKE!!!
Showing off her new charm we added to her bracelet with our friend Kris
Listening to Uncle Bill's ticker with her stethoscope
Gingerbread men to the rescue!!
Great Aunt Rose, now deceased, whom Devi gets one of her middle names from, embroidered this quilt in the 1950's or so. Aunt Rose's niece recently gifted it to Devi. The big box arrived with a sweet note explaining it's significance and is a true treasure to all of us. Devi is quite proud of it and will one day enjoy it on a big girl bed...although we are not giving up the crib until we absolutely have too :) CONTAINMENT!!
Barnum and Bailey Visit our Kitchen!!
Wearing daddy's soccer shin guards!! Daddy is secretly
hoping she is a soccer stud-ette
We've been Buzz Buzz Buzz-sy with the events of Halloween, leading up to last night's big event...trick-or-treating our neighborhood for the very first time! For Pat and I it was another jack-o-lantern grin from ear to ear moment. Devi had the routine down, from knocking on the door to saying trick-or-treat and even a politely added thank you at the end, she was a pro at all 4 or 5 houses we managed to squeeze in before her bedtime.
For years, our tradition has been to meet with my parents for a harvest meal to help pass the time, anxiously awaiting the anticipated darkness, marking the moment that the trick-or-treaters emerge from the the darkness and begin their Halloween trek. This year it was stick to your ribs shepherd's pie, perfect to fuel the bones for the cold of the misty night we were having. Flickering lights and drifting fog, combined with the spooky music resonating from our garage transformed our friendly all-American neighborhood into the eeriest, spookiest Hallow's eve around. The bumble bee remained unphased, however :)
Devi requested a bee costume. With a 2 dollar price tag from the local thrift store, I put the sewing machine away this year and was counting my blessing that she is still so easily appeased. Pat and I went for the obvious bee keepers...seemed appropriate and brought us a chuckle or two from the neighbors :)
A couple of weeks ago, we began to prepare for this silly celebration of autumn. We went to Spooky's farm again and picked our pumpkins. Devi was much more aware of what we were doing this year and squealed with delight when she saw "SEEDS" inside her prized squash. "Pumpkin Guts" was also another extremely fun phrase for her to say over and over as she worked up the nerve to stick her hand into the tangled web of cold orange strings. Once inside, she was fascinated by nature's way of growing these peculiar orbs.
We attended Devi's first party this year too. A Harvest Party was sponsored by the Children's Home Society where our home study for adoption #2 is being done. They went all out with crafts, fun food and Devi's first opportunity to see what happens when she uttered the words "trick-or-treat". Each office gave out cute Halloween treats. Devi, having never had candy before was totally wowed by the colorful wrapping. She also came face to face with a child dressed as Elmo, which was hilariously confusing for her and offered a wonderful belly laugh for us.
According to the Hindu Calendar, Diwali fell on October 28th this year. Although we are not Hindu, the message that is celebrated during this festival of light is good prevailing over evil and light over darkness. The hope is that the year will be prosperous and full of good things. In an effort to help Devi feel connected to her roots in India, we have chosen to make this one of our traditional holidays to celebrate and we are learning and forming our own traditions for our version of Diwali along the way. With a looming election, and with the state of the economy such that it is, it seems like some Diwali celebration is just what we need.
We started our celebration with rangoli drawings on our doorstep. The cheery, colorful chalk drawings are our symbolic invitation for good to enter our home. Unseasonably warm rays of sunshine were bestowed upon us for the occasion too...perfect for enjoying some outside play time before the rain hits later this week :(
I prepared an Indian meal of tandori chicken, vegetable korma, ghee rice and naan bread. Yummy, yummy, was the general consensus. Gold foil wrapped sweet treats rounded out the meal, as sweets generally play a large part of a traditional Diwali gift giving.
Aglow at dusk, candles and small lanterns were lit, both inside and outside of the house. In India they are called diyas. This is our way of honoring our friends and family who have brought light to our lives, which is another of our small twists to the original Diwali story. We all enjoyed the beauty of the flickering flames for a while before sending our little turnip up to bed. Tonight's bedtime story was "Lighting a Lamp" which she appropriately picked out herself.
As I cuddled Devi and we said our last night night "God Blesses", I had to add one more to our long list. God Bless our family through Diwali. How fortunate we are to have found each other and through our union, have come to learn a little about the cultural diversity of the world. That brings light to my life.
Namaste
To date, this blog has been about our little turnip, Devi Rose, and if it were not for her, the dream of another princess would have never materialized. She has just brought so much joy to our lives, who wouldn't want more? So here we are teetering on the brink of officially joining a waiting list. I would be remiss in documenting our lives for the future reading pleasure of our child or children, if I did not share the behind-the-scenes, series of events as of late.
We currently have finished our final home study interview with Barbara, our social worker, who has had to wade through our childhood upbringing and remembrances, has discussed our personal and professional relationships, prodded through our medical issues, and opened the doors to our financial structure. She has visited our home and we've chatted about our parenting abilities, answered questions regarding cultural differences and our desire to add another child to our all ready busy life. Revealing one's soul to someone is not easy, but Barbara has always made us feel so comfortable that at the end of this process, it is so easy to now call her a friend. The report that she is writing from the compilation of these interviews is what becomes known as our home study report. It suggests her opinions of our ability to successfully adopt another child from India and raise them as our own in a safe and nurturing environment.
This document is then joined by copies of our birth certificates and marriage license and the I-800A form, also known as the Application for Determination of Suitability to Adopt a Child from a Convention Country. The whole package is then sent to US Citizenship and Immigration Services in the hopes that they, too, will approve us to move forward in what we call our "International Adoption Journey"! This then leads to more fingerprints and forms that I'll explain another time.
Simultaneously, we have been collecting the documents that will make up our dossier, which is sort of like a resume of your life's experiences to date. These documents include tax returns, and financial information, background checks from FBI and state or local police, HIV test results, forms, forms and more forms. It also contains letters. The letters encompass reference letters from friends and family, letters from our physicians regarding our health, a letter from the bank and our employers, and the one I've enclosed a copy of is the notarized letter that states that we have had a discussion with Devi regarding her desire to add a brother or sister to our family followed by a picture drawn for the mystery child. Sound ridiculous? I know, I know, how can a not-yet-two-year-old comprehend the adoption of a sibling? But the whole scene was rather cute and went down something like this:
Scene opens...Devi is coloring and mommy is videotaping...
Momma: Devi, daddy and I would like to bring home a baby sister for you from India. Would you like a baby sister?
Devi: Sister? (pause in thought) SISTER!
M: You would like a baby sister?
D: Uh-huh.
M: What should we name your baby sister?
D: Daya!
M: Would you like a baby brother?
D: Brother!
M: What would you name a baby brother?
D: Daya! (pause) Puppy.
M: Are you coloring a picture for your baby brother or sister?
D: Uh-huh. Done momma. Done coloring, momma.
And with that, the conversation ended.
I started the heart and Devi did the rest.
She is still my best kitchen helper and now asks to watch the Cooking Shows!
She is still my best eater too!
Just how many bibs can YOU wear at one time?
Devi can wear 18 before running out of neck.
Still best friends!
Holding on to the fringes of our last summer days, we have been trying to make the most of each and every second of fading daylight. Last Sunday we ate an early dinner, and while I was cleaning up, Devi went into her drawer and pulled out her "princess cup". This cup was given to her by our friends Roly and Chris and therefore only ever holds special substances. Devi announced, "Milk Shake?" My goodness, that was the best suggestion I had heard in a long time. Great Idea!
We live in a small city, population 752 (Devi being one of the last few residents to take up residence here) and we are proud to have one stop light, one bridge, one tunnel and we still have one old fashioned malt shop just a couple blocks away. So off we went on a mission to get dessert...a root beer milk shake split three ways, our family favorite. This calorie laden tradition begins every year with the coming of the first warm days, and this year sadly ended last Sunday, slurping our last shake of the season, Devi's served in her special princess cup.
With the leaves on the trees graduating toward harvest colors, this past week has officially brought with it the chill of fall. With this change has come some new Devi accomplishments. She has decided she likes to sing and nows all the words to Happy Birthday, Rock a Bye Baby, Twinkle twinkle, the ABC song and the Itsy Bitsy Spider. Knowing the words is how we identify the song as melody is another matter.
She can count to 13. I'm not sure why she chose 13 as her resting place, but we are thrilled to listen to her count. A fork and spoon have become more than just drum sticks and actually do get food from the plate to her mouth which she is extremely proud of. Devi has also taken a sudden interest in helping me cook and in caring and feeding for her dolls which, up to this point really didn't hold her interest. Devi has become quite the conversationalist. I love that when asked who her best friend is she will tell you, "Cayenne is Devi's best friend!" Sadly, I think the dog bases this friendship heavily on the food that is shared between them but does enjoy the gentle pets that she gets from Devi too.
The biggest news is she has gained a pound! We are so thrilled about this but it seems that pound went straight into her feet, as we have had to buy new shoes again too. This time a size 6, thus rounding out our summer days.
Discovering her shadow
Bucket head bathtime
Helping mom make waffles for breakfast
First skinned knee, complete with bandaid
Buddies!
Out for Indian food
I love my Aunt Joan
I got my US Passport
Tasting a sour lime with grandpa
Little mommy feeding her baby
My best friend
