Nursery Photo's!

So, I decided that rather than post individual photos of the shower gifts...I will just show you the finished nursery! We received so many gifts and warm wishes for Zack...we are so greatfull to everyone who is offering us support and love in so many ways. We had a great time at our shower and it was a very special day. And, who doesn't love a baby shower where the mom to be can indulge in a couple cocktails!

Below is my favorite photo from the shower...my awesome hubby relaxing with Luke and his older cousin Alaina!

May Update...

Here is Zack's May update...
He is getting so big!

height: 29.53" / 75 cm
weight: 20.72 lb / 9.4 kg
head: 18.31" / 46.5 cm
He has 2 upper and 2 lower teeth.

Zack will be 1 year old on Sunday, June 18th. Chris and I KNOW that it is going to be a hard day for us and are trying to think of somthing to do that day to keep our spirits up. Any Ideas?

P.S. Our Family is throwing Zack a baby shower this weekend...stay tuned for photo's of all the baby booty!

Real

This post is dedicated to real moms.


Every mom who has dedicated her life to raising a child, whether she gave birth to that child or not, is a real mom.

Every mom who has ever given birth to a child, whether they are parenting that child or not, is a real mom.

Every mom who has gone through the strain and pain of a homestudy, dossier, wait for a referral, etc. is a real mom.

Every mom who has gone through the strain and pain of labor and delivery is a real mom.

Every mom who has felt her heart swell so big she thought for sure it would break when she first held her child, is a real mom.

Every mom who has been up all night walking with a crying baby on their shoulder, is a real mom.

Every mom who has the magic power of kissing boo-boos better is a real mom.

Every mom who has ruined a much needed date with her husband because she was so worried about the kids back at home, is a real mom.

Every mom who has licked her finger and then used it to remove ketchup off of her child’s face is a real mom.

Every mom who has cried as her “baby” got on that darned Kindergarten bus is a real mom.

Every mom who has spent countless hours picking up Legos, Match Box cars, Barbie dolls, stuffed animals and crayons, is a real mom.

Every mom who has traded in hopes of her dream car for a minivan (or larger!), is a real mom.

Every mom who has used her shirt as a tissue for her runny-nosed toddler is a real mom.

Every mom who would rather spend an afternoon at the playground with her kids than an afternoon at the mall is a real mom.

Every mom who turns her head when a child calls “Mom!” at that playground, whether it is her child or not that is calling, is a real mom.

Every mom who will cry real tears when she gets a ceramic hand print for Mother’s Day from her child with a poem on the back reminding her that he or she will never be this small again, is
a real mom.

Every mom who gets so worked up when her child is wronged by someone that she makes a “Mama Bear” look tame, is a real mom.

Every mom who has adopted a child of another race, and loves that child so immensely that at times she honestly forgets that she didn't give birth to him or her, is a real mom.

Every mom whose most difficult job in life, most proud achievement in life and most precious gifts in life are the children she’s dedicated to, is a real mom.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the “real” moms.

This is borrowed from the very wise Erin at the amazing Transracial/Transcultural Adoption Blog.

Happy Mothers Day

April Update....10 months old!

2 upper teeth,
2 lower teeth
height: 28.94" / 73.5 cm
weight: 19.84 lb / 9 kg
head: 17.99" / 45.7 cm



Here are the latest photo's....Zack is 10 months old now! I'm not clear why they didn't just retake the eyes closed shot, but.....

Anti-social socialness

As you may have noticed, the posts have slowed down quite a bit lately....It is mainly due to the fact that I have been working on this post for a while and just can't seem to get it perfect...so screw it, I must end my blogstipation now before things get out of hand.

I have this strange quirk (or psychotic tendancy) which causes me to silmultaniously crave and be absolutely horrified by social interaction. This quirk of mine manifests itself in many interesting ways, such as my intense fear of answering the phone, or answering the door, or doing anything with someone other than my husband in a one on one sort of way.

So, for example, if my phone rings, frst I will have a sort of mini-panic attack. Every. Time. Even when I know who it is. Even if I really like that person. I hate talking on the phone. It scares me to death.

I have this response to other folks phones ringing as well. Seriously. I am like Pavlov's dog. A perfect stranger's phone could ring at, say, the mall...and I will, just for an instant, panic.

Phone ring = panic attack.

If you are a person who tries to call me then you know this about me....because, you have to leave me messages all the time. And, usually, I email you in response even though I know that is rude. Beleive me, I know I have a problem. If you actualy do speak to me on the phone, please know that my heart is racing and that is why I am so freakin' awkward and talk so fast. If I call you...I have been talking myself into it for at LEAST 10 minutes.


Needless to say, I think the internet is the most absolutely fabulous amazing lifesaving thing ever. If not for email I would be a recluse....

Here's an interesting twist though....I really love to go out with friends! LOVE IT! Look forward to it for weeks. I am afraid to answer my damn phone and talk to all of you.. but, I really, really want to go grab a drink and chat for hours about life, and eat yummy food, and discuss books, and ...what the hell is wrong with me?!?!

Notice above I said friendS, plural, thats because I get almost as nervous about having to be responsible for an entire 1/2 of an evening's conversation as I do about the stupid phone.
This has nothing to do with the other person. It could be anyone, someone I have known my entire life. Doesn't matter. My heart will race. Palms get sweaty. Talk really fast. Mind won't focus.


The only person who doesn't have this effect on me is my husband...which was a pretty freakin' big clue that I should marry him! You don't have to hit me over the head.


So...the obvious diagnosis here is low self-esteem and/or fear of intimacy, and that would account for most of it, I'm sure. But there is somthing else. I am horrified of the "awkward moment!" Paralized by the thought of an uncomfortable pause in conversation, or, the horror, saying somthing rediculous. Or ignorant. And how about "the overlap", when both people speak at once...Oh dear god, unbearable! The phone is essentially a breeding ground for this sort of stuff....especially the overlap. Phones are the bain of my existance.

So, by having all this phone anxiety, I constantly create more stress for myself by alienating everyone with my rediculous phone issues, and then having to face them at some point and have an awkward conversation. AHHHHH... the ironic hell!

But, if you have ever gone out with me, and thought I had fun but are now questioning....I did. I always do. And I always say to my self, "self, that was fun. Not bad. I must do it agian. Maybe I am finally normal. Wow, I am so glad to finally be rid of that monkey."

Then the next opportunity arrises, and my heart starts beating........

Here is a short video of our little Zack....My heart just swells and breaks a little every time I watch it.....

(The file is a bit big, so pause the video until it loads and then hit play. I'll make it smaller if I can)

HAPPY EASTER!!

It will once again be pouring rain on "Actual Easter", so being the fabulous parent that I am, I staged "Early Easter" purely for photographic purposes.....here's a peak...



















Mine, All Mine!!!




















~*~*~*~*~*~Happy Easter~*~*~*~*~*~*~

From Hot Pink Suburbia.....

Baby Extravaganza...

A wonderful new family is being formed as you read this. . .
Nicole and Greg arrived in Taiwan on Saturday to meet their son Landon. Once they arrived, the learned that their son had been admitted to the hospital by St. Lucy's because he was quite sick.
Their first meeting was not what they had imagined, as it took place in the hospital with their son hooked to an IV. This has been a very difficult and emotional trip so far for them, and they still have quite a bit to do. Hopefully Landon will be released from the hospital today...Please keep them in your thoughts...and if you pray, now would be a great time!

So... while they are there being brave and strong for their son, they were kind enough to take some photo's of Mr. Zack!!! Yeah!!! Aparently, there were some students from the University there playing with the babies....how cool!

In other baby news...Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin welcomed thier son Moses this morning!!! yeah!! (I am a total Gwyneth Paltrow Nut, we were both pregnant with our first kids at the same time and I formed this irrational pregnancy bond. Maybe this means that Zack will be home soon, since Luke was born not long after Apple!!!)

Different Perspective

OK, now that we all did the hard stuff and went and read those hard to read things,

go read this.

Scroll down and check the different topics she covers....there is one post on how she feels about being a Korean Adoptee, 2/26/06 I beleive.

Feel a little better? Me too.

I wasn't saying that it was all bad.

That my son was guaranteed to hate me.

I was saying we need to consider all of the posibilities....

Identity...

I have been spending alot of time lately reading pretty amazing blogs.

Specificaly, the blogs of some incredible women who are also Korean adoptees.

These women are the same age as me, but have faced things in their lives which are similar to what my son Zack is bound to encounter. Racism, the search for identity in a culture, ethnicity, and a definition of family that fits their circumstances, among many other things which are very unique to the existance of an international adoptee. In my mind they somehow bridge a gap between my son and I. They are my peers in age, but my sons peers by circumstance.

At first, I had a hard time reading the posts which at times were resentful of their adoptive parents. They very often question the whole concept of interracial adoption and the motives of those who participate.

I found myself eager to defend the choices my husband and I have made about how to grow our family. But, then, I decided to put my feelings aside and just really hear what they all had to say. After all, isn't that what my son will need me to do for him?

What these women have to say is very hard for an adoptive parent to hear, but also invaluable. They told me my son's life will hold challenges that I can't understand. He will struggle with Issues of identity that I never will. I CAN'T give him what he will lose when he leaves his native country. He WILL lose a part of himself by being raised away from his culture. Those are facts.

Many people who read this will say, "But just think of what you will give him that he wouldn't have had." Obviously, on many levels I agree with that statement. I wouldn't have started this journey if I thought that my son would be worse off with us. But, the adoption is also for our benefit. We gain another child. Somthing we want. This is also a fact.

But, one of those facts does not cancel out the other. The fact that he will gain a family does not overwrite or justify the fact that he will also gain a lifelong struggle. Both of those realities will coexist in my childs heart. He will have a family. Have opportunities. Have Love. But, he will also have greif, have loss, have confusion, that those who he is closest to just don't have.

I am so greatfull to these women. I know that they write for their own reasons, not for me. But, I beleive that me and my family will benefit greatly from what they have to teach us.

I wanted to post links to these blogs, but unfortunately, in the short time I have been reading them the authors have been attacked by adoptive parents demanding answers, justification, even apologies for posts which have been challenging to read.

These Adoptive parents seem to feel the authors should give them answers. Tell them what to do differently. Justify their feelings.

How sad that they continue to be attacked for just being who they are....
Since I don't know everybody who reads my blog personally, I wouldn't feel comfortable potentially offering these women for more scrutiny. But, if you are an adoptive parent, I would strongly encourage you to seek out this other perspective, this challenging other side of the story of our children's lives. You and your family will only benifit from it.

Here's a link to an article which is very interesting....

And Here's Another.
(You have to log in for this one, but it is realy worth the 60 seconds)

March Update!!!!

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These updates don't really require me to say much...I know your all just here to see the photo's!! (It a damn good thing, cuz they always leave me a bit speechless)

Two bottom teeth
weight: 19.4 lb / 8.8 kg
height: 28.94" / 73.5 cm
head: 18" / 45.7 cm

The Legacy of An Adopted Child

Once there were two women, who never knew each other.

One you do not remember, the other you call Mother.

Two different lives, shaped to make you one.

One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.

The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it.

The first gave you a need for love, the second was there to give it.

One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name.

One gave you a talent, the other gave you aim.

One gave you emotions, the other calmed your fears

One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears.

One sought for you a home that she could not provide,

The other prayed for a child, and her hope was not denied.

And now you ask me, through your tears,

The age old question, unanswered through the years.

Heredity or environment, which are you a product of?

Neither my darling, neither.Just two different kinds of love.

Author Unknown

I Never Knew

I never knew I would......

• be rollin' in the minivan
• be turned on by my husband keeping his shirt "right side out" when removing it
• know the consistancy of a dirty diapers contents based only on it's smell
• smash spiders with my bare hands if they try to get within 5 ft. of my baby
• remind someone EVERY DAY, for going on 6 months now, that you can only have ONE vitamin a day. I see no end in sight....
• let someone wipe bugers on me, and then be glad they did, because at least the buger is out now
• blow on someones elses dinner while mine gets cold
• sing kids songs, with gusto, while driving down the road and not give a crud who is looking at me
• eavesdrop on someones sleeping noises for almost two years now.
• know someone who says "no" in their sleep
• spend so much of my time coaxing poo from scrotum folds
• be one of those people who got my panties in a bunch over risque tv before 8:00pm
• be so happy

Stinky cast and Court news

(Are you serious?!?!)

A couple quick updates......

We had a doc appt. today and learned that that wretched stinky cast/weapon will bless us with it's presence for yet another week!

Drat!

But it will be off for sure next week.

No Matter What!

How hard can it be to saw off a fiberglass tube?

It WILL come off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AND~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We have just heard that Our dossier officially entered the Taiwanese Local Courts on March 3rd! Yeah!

What that means to us is.....

~2-6 months from March 3rd we should get travel news

~Our docs didn't get lost somewhere in the pacific

~Someone in Taiwan spoke to someone at our agency about us long enough
to relay that info, so...

~Someone in Taiwan knows we exist, which I wasn't sure of until today .

Yay!! I am for the first time feeling a little bit of surrender to the process. I guess I have received enough evidence at this point to beleive that things in fact will continue to move along without my constant obsessing.

But...maybe they have only made it this far BECAUSE of my willing them to do so.

Hmmm.

I beleive I will persist with the unhealthy obsessing thankyouverymuch. It has worked wonders so far.

Weekend Fun

We had quite a fun weekend around here. It was all outdoors all the time for us. The weather finaly decided to cooperate with us and we capitalized on it. We have been stuck in this stupid weather pattern where it MUST rain on the weekend. ALL of the weekends. Forever. It has been like this for about 700 years and our little family couldn't stand it any longer. So when our Little Gym class ended on Saturday Morning we were off like a herd of turtles! We had an impromptu day trip which consisted of little to no planning, just like the good ol' days(pre-tiny objector). One big difference...A toddler who doesn't like looong car trips. But, other than having to sing every song we have ever learned, ever, while in the car, it went amazingly well. I believe we may even do it again!

So on day 1 we went to the San Francisco Zoo, where the most exciting things were the "mamma's"(llamas) and a really interesting faucet which we spent the majority of our time pondering. Seriously, we paid (including parking) $30 to look at a faucet for like an hour. So I forced Luke to touch the nasty animals in the petting zoo so that I could have some photo's for you folks! Here you go!















(Petting the goat) (Looking at the "mammas")

On day 2 we took the little traveler to our Aunts' property up in the beautiful Foothills. We went to breakfast and played with our cousins on ATV's outside all day!! Fun!! It was a first for us on the four wheelers and every single one of us had a blast! Especially Luke. Every time someone would start up one of those the fun buggies Luke would say "MORE " and he would also sign it at the same time. This is how you know he REALLY wants to do somthing. He'll bust out the baby signs! He knows he'll get anything that way. How can anyone resist those tiny little fingers doing those tiny little signs?!?!?!
















(Aunt Jill & Cousin Gabriel) (Daddy & Luke)

What? Doesn't everybody let their One year old, who happens to be in a cast, putz around on machines of death?

Amazing...

It has recently come to my attention that my amazing hubby is not aware of just HOW AMAZING he is. It seems I may have neglected to tell him that I notice all the wonderful things he does. Instead, I complain about silly nonsense....I feel like such a poopy head.
It's like I assume the fact that he is such a great hubby and father is just a given. It's understood, It's common knowledge. Sooo....it rarely occurs to me to mention it. I don't tell him how in awe of him I am nearly enough.

I ask alot of him.

He works hard everyday, and when he gets home after work there is no rest. I want so badly for him and Luke (and all the kids we end up with) to have a strong relationship that I really "encourage" them to have daddy time in the evenings after dinner. Time where dad runs the show and I try to stay in the background. It's noisy and messsy and perfect.

Then he puts Luke to bed. ....Every. Night.

This pretty much means Chris goes non-stop untill Luke's bedtime. All this with no complaints (ok, hardly any).

Our weekends are all about family. When Chris has something he wants to do just for or by himself, he tries to limit it to Luke's naps. When he wants to go somewhere that I don't, he often offers to take Luke so I can have some alone time.

He makes dinner on Sunday.

He's just so great.

Well, I will be a poopy head no longer.

To my amazing Husband, thank you for:

• making Luke's breakfast every day
• making me coffee every morning
• working so hard every day
• and then coming home and being a great dad
• giving Luke a bath every night
• reading stories with such flare
• listening to me
• coming home for lunch every day
• making me feel so safe
• being so darn smart
• being so patient
• not pointing out how naggy I can be
• being so gentle
• unconditional love
• beleiving in me
• driving the old car
• letting me park in the garage
• letting me make all the interior decorating decisions
• doing the yard work
• being the kind of man I always dreamed I would marry

Most of all, thank you for realizing that playing the "working dad" card to get out of setting the very best example possible for your son would only hurt you in the long run.

Goofing Off...

Here are some fun quizes I found....

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic

Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few. But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky. Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

You Are Buffy the Vampire Slayer

"We saved the world. I say we have to party."

What Superheroine Are You?

American Cities That Best Fit You:

70% Honolulu

55% San Diego

55% San Francisco

50% Boston

50% Chicago

Which American Cities Best Fit You?

Click the links below each quiz to see your results......

Another First.....and hopefully last!

We've had quite a bit of adventure around here!!

Luke has, at the ripe old age of 20 months, broken his wrist!

We spent pretty much all day at the hospital yesterday with our broken baby...The crazy thing is, he was so nonchalant about the whole thing (there was the whole head injury). But I don't think it was the blow to the head that kept him so subdued..I think he has just revealed a little bit more of himself to us....

Luke is quite the trooper. He has been amazingly calm. He's like "ok, I can handle this. No biggie. Cast shmast."

And I learned that I will not shrivel up and die if my child gets hurt, go to the ER hurt, get a cast on hurt.

Of course my hubs was a pillar of calm and confidence. He rocks.

We all handeled it very well and I am very proud of my little family.


So you probably want to know just exactly how this happened. How, you might wonder, could a stay at home mom charged with the care of just one small boy allow this to happen....

Take a look at these photo's and leave me alone!



Ok, so he stood on his walker aka "the toy of death" to try to let himself out the sliding glass door, then did a death dive onto the 1/100 of our house that isn't covered in carpet. (Yes, he does have a T@rget bag on his arm, we are trying to catch the little daredevil so that we may attempt to bathe him!)

Bonus photo's...

Some of the staff from our favorite(and only) adoption agency ever are visiting St. Lucy's right now. They were kind enough to take some photo's of the little guy for us!! What an awsome surprise!

We learned a couple things we didn't know...He has two teeth and he has a big smile. It is so comforting to see him interacting with other people and even another baby. We actually, amazingly enough, have "met" Zack's cribmate's parents through our blog!! I was so excited to see the top of Lu-Yu's head in there with Zack. Small world!

Where's the Mystery...?

One of my big hopes and dreams in life has finally come to fruition. This is a day I have been dreaming of for years...many years. My mecca, ,has finally
opened a store in my area. And, by "my area" I mean like 8 minutes from my house. So, the fam and I ventured into the madness that is an Ikea grand opening, and parused the merch (like we dont have the entire product line committed to memory).

I must say, I am left feeling ...disapointed....uneasy. The mystique is lost. The special occasion-ness of visiting Mecca is gone.

You see, for us, going to Ikea was a fabulous day-trip-of-joy. The nearest location to us up until now was an hour and half away in the San Francisco Bay. So, we would make a sort of event of any visit. It was somthing we wrote on the calander, somthing we planned far in advance.

Somtimes we would get a babysitter, and it would become a date of sorts. We would get margaritas and eat at a yummy mexican place, then shop at Mecca, then head over to "The City" for a stop at our favorite beach, then some city walking and shopping.

But now, it is to close..too convenient...too regular.

Somehow all of the cool, cheap, funky wares had lost a bit of their shine. Everything seemed so ...atainable..like I could just walk past it and come back for it another time. Because I could. The urgency and excitement are no longer there. It is now on par with going to the mall. Nothing mysterious about that.

Hubby and I used to just fantasize about how amazing this time would be for us. How we would be so happy, so fulfilled, so complete.

To much of a good thing?

Maybe I'll pretend It isn't there and we'll drive right past It on our way to a day trip of joy, to a place where everything seems a little bit shinier.

The Fuzzy Yummies

I have been awash in feelings of love, family and friendship lately. Every day realizing one more person or moment or place or item that I am truely thankfull for. I stumble into this fuzzy yummy state from time to time, and always hope it will stick around for a bit. In case it does move on I have decided to make a list of everything I am loving right now. It will be a snapshot of sorts which I can revisit to get a little taste of the lovies when they may be in shorter supply.

My Family* People who leave a comment on the blog *Luke's breath *Zack's photos *Neighbors* My Book Club *Books *The comfy sopt on the sofa* Wireless internet *My husbands eyes *Coldstone ice cream* Really hot baths* Rose scented bath salts from my Aunt Elaine *My Amazing In-Laws...All of them* Cole *My Friends *Magazine subscriptions *Paint *Home* Espresso*Mornings on the couch with my little family*Blogging*Art*Rocking Babies to sleep*Walks with Luke*Sunshine*Cilantro*Alaina*Plywood*Potential*Long Talks*Disposable
Diapers*Being a Mommy*Date Nights*Chris and Luke Playing*My family*

He's so insanely cute!!!!....

We got the February update today, just in time. I definately needed my fix!! I can barely stand to look at these photos, but I can't stop looking at them either. It does help that he is one of the cutest kids on the entire stinkin' planet....I'm just sayin'.
Here are the stats: weight: 18.3 lb
height: 28.35"

Peace Agreement Reached

There was much hugging, and sharing and sloppy affection in our home today. The difference today was that people other than me were partaking in the love!!!

Short Boy People.

I was merely a spectator. A giddy voyeur. My eyeballs nearly popped out of my head with all the pride I felt.

Luke Spontaniously showed affection toward the ever scrumptious Cole in the form of hugs and the general allowing of himself to be touched. Cole stood very still and looked very suspicious for the first of their "encounters" but toward the end he got really into it. He babbled and spit and even let go of the ottoman.

They fell down.

I feared the worst.

But, apparently it was a bonding experience, because the love only intensified from there. Dare I say that there was even the exchange of a graham cracker!!

In an effort to capture the love fest for posterity (and to prove it to Cole's mommy) I forced the issue and staged a photo shoot. It was the obvious next step. As with paint colors, my face, and things in the dark, the love doesn't really look the same in the pictures as it does in "real life" (if thats what you want to call this ).

We Wait...

Spoke to our coorinator this morning (hi Rachel!) and learned that our dossier has begun it's journey across the Pacific. I have never been so attached to a pile of papers.
It was reassuring to hear that everything is moving along as it should, but now we begin the "long silence" of the court process. There isn't alot of info exchanged during this phase. We won't really know what or how things are progressing until a month or two before we travel.
I bravely listened as she gave me the worst case time line, which puts us traveling in October(aaahhhhhhhhhh!!! no way will I survive that long!) and when I hung up the phone I was feeling a bit down. I am finding this part of the process a bit unsatisfying. As with many moments I have imagined and then encountered along my parenting journey, it just doesn't feel quite like I expected it to. Sometimes that can be a really good thing, like, turns out getting barfed on isn't really as bad as I expected it would be. Ditto with diapers. But, sometimes it's like this news was, or like seing Luke cry, and it's a bit harder than I had hoped.

I was expecting to be doing a "yeah, we've done everything we can, it's in someone else's hands now" dance. Hoping to feel some sense of releif. But, instead I'm doing the "we're smack in the middle of the process, and it stinks to have so far to go still " sulk.

My meditation for the rest of the day is:
Todays news is absolutely good news and with every day and every step that passes we are that much closer to meeting Zack.

P.S. yes, I did imagine what it would be like to be barfed on. I'm wierd like dat.

Progress...

I have been hesitant to post again until I had something really worthy of being at the top of the page. This is because I am so incredibly fond of our little cartoon family that I wasn't ready for them to get bumped.

But this seems worthy..

Quite few of you (ok, not as many as I'd expected. I mean he probably coulda died...eventualy) were a bit concerned for Luke's life after my post that explained his ..ahem.."strong" ...reaction to my changing Cole's Diaper ( See: My Briliant Idea-below). Well, I am sure you will all be relieved to know that we are now back to seeing our hotdogs and tater-tots just the one time, pre-chew.

Thanks to those who pointed out that yaking is not such an unreasonable reaction to a diaper changing session. Excellent point.

Note: I am aware that the photo above is totaly unrelated to my post.

Our New Family Photo

(Clockwise from top Left: Amanda, Chris, Zack, Luke)
I have created our new Family Photo. I love it! I stole the idea from this blog, which had a link to this site. You should definately try it out, it is hours of pointless fun!!!

CNY

CNY
Originally uploaded by thesavarinos.

We went to the Chinese New Year Parade in San Francisco this weekend. It was pretty fun, but a bit more commercial than I expected. I wasn't expecting to see floats representing Grocery store chains, cell phone companies and large banks. I was actually hoping for a more "chinese" experience. The parade wasn't realy even in China Town. We were sitting outside Saks Fifth Ave. I did see a couple families with daughters adopted from China which was very exciting, of course I was too chicken to say anything. I didn't really know how to start that conversation.
We plan to take the boys every year and this was our "test run". Luke stayed with Chris' parents so we could find a good spot to watch the parade from, which bart stops to use, where to find a freakin' bathroom....stuff like that. Next year will be very exciting because we'll have both boys with us. It will certainly carry more meaning for our family.

If you click on the photo above you can see all of our photos from the parade!

My Brilliant Idea

I started watching the son of some friends, Cole 10 mo's, about 3 weeks ago.
It was a great idea I had to help Luke and I adjust to the soon to be new member of our family. You know get the routine going, introduce Luke to the idea that the cosmos was not formed for his amusement, figure out how many damn graham crackers it will take to get through a week. That kinda stuff. Well... at times it is sucking my will to breath oxygen. I have never seen so much snot and poop, ever. I should mention, we did start the whole deal off with ALL of us having an epic cold.

I have now realized that the point of this exercise is not to get the kids to break and conform, but instead to break me!!!! I seem to be fighting it.

I'll probably break soon. Luke has just started this thing where he hyperventilates and throws up EVERY TIME I change Cole's diaper. What the heck!?!?!?! And today to keep it interesting he screamed the entire time I changed HIS diaper. every time.

Did I mention that if Cole lays down for an hour in the entire day it's a miracle?!?

I am sending good vibes your way, but don't be surprised if they have a little yucky on them.
(notice there are no photos of Cole and Luke together, there's a reason for that:Luke doesn't seem to Love Cole) (I do though)

A Little Bit Closer...

We received a pretty important form in the mail today...The I171-H. This form essentially says that the goverment feels we are parenting material, and it would be O.K. with them if we went ahead and adopted Zack.

Thanks Department of Homeland Security!!!

Now we wait for the Taiwanese courts to decide the same, and then we go get ZACK!

Ok, I was wrong.

Here are a few things I may have said recently that I now know were WRONG:

1. Oh, the time will go by pretty quickly, I have Luke to distract me...
2. I know it will be hard knowing I can't travel with Chris, but if I keep the right attitude I"ll be OK...
3. The process has gone faster than expected up to this point, so we will need this time to prepare...

and finally...

4. I don't know if I will be able to feel an attachment to this little guy until I meet him....

I have admitted to myself that this is harder than I expected..

And we just started our wait.

Crud.

Comments.......Anyone?