In the Present Moment: When when when?

A lot of folks have been asking, "So, when will you actually get The Kid?"

 So, here's the deal on that...there is still a LOT that has to happen before we become Plus One...
  • I still need to get fingerprinted by our local police department (the only hours in which to take care of this task...Thursdays 10:00-noon and 1:00-2:30)
  • we're waiting on the letter from the bank stating that we can afford The Kid
  • I have yet to request a letter from my workplace
  • we're waiting on letters of reference from friends 
  • also still waiting on an FBI clearance confirming that we are not terrorists or members of the Most Wanted list
  • Chris and I need to submit all of our paperwork - once received - to social worker M
  • social worker M needs to write up her report (the Home Study) stating that we are fit to be parents
  • we need to submit our application to the adoption law firm
  • after applying to the law firm then we need to write our profile materials
  • profile then needs to be prepared by law firm folks and posted on the law firm website for viewing
  • then we need to wait while profile is viewed by women considering placement via adoption
  • hopefully we'll then be selected by a woman considering placement via adoption who proves to be a good "match" with us
  • then there is the waiting until the baby is born
  • then there is waiting to see if the mother will decide to parent her child instead of place her for adoption - and if that happens then we back up two steps and wait again


 It may sound like we're moving fast on the adoption - and we are - but there is still a lot left to go.

 So...if, as Chris has indicated on his blog, there are 150 steps in this adoption...we're on about Step #96.

 Patience, my friends. Patience.

 (OK, anyone who knows me will think that last line is pretty funny.)

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