I'm trying very hard not to whine, not to meltdown and spew impolite comments, but this paperchase is driving me crazy. I went to get the county certificates on our papers yesterday and one of the notaries was done wrong. This is the second time this notary has had to redo an improperly notarized paper. I caught the first one, but this time, the signature did not match the one on file with the county. It is very frustrating and every time it has to be redone puts us another week from being DTC.
Nana needs a hairbow. I need some good, stiff chocolate.

I like to think that Julianna is adjusting to the rules and is learning good behavior. Then we have conversations like this:

Julianna discussing supper with Grandma and PawPaw, while Mommy and Daddy were out:

Mommy:What did you eat?
J:Chicken and fries.
J:Eat chicken first, then eat fries
Mommy:That's right, you eat your chicken first, then you can have fries.

About now I'm feeling pretty good about her learning delayed gratification. That is, until I confirm supper with Grandma, who cannot recall Julianna eating any chicken, but did see her put away a fair number of fries. Sigh.

Despite our locals USCIS office loosing both our homestudy and our homestudy addendum, we are almost to the end of the paperchase for this adoption. We received verbal approval of our I800a on Saturday and should have written approval some time this week. Then we get to certify and authenticate and then, finally, mail everything. We are aiming for 9/5/08 as our DTC date. Crossing our fingers!!

Captain Jack takes over. I guess there are benefits to being in the Admiralty.
Captain Jack is named for Jack Aubrey from Patrick O'Brien Aubrey/Maturin Series. When he was a kitten we called him Midshipman Jack.

It's probably against the rules to post without a picture of Julianna, so here she is.

I mentioned in my last post that Julianna has been buying a lot of shoes. It all began with the orange ones, then she had to have green and purple. We went looking for new sandals and ended up with the glitter pink pair, but no sandals. The pink ones are her Cinderella shoes.
Shoes and a new 'do.


I've learned a valuable lesson from her and her shoes--Never pull a pot out of the cabinet and put water in it without first checking its contents.