Some kids have blankies. Others have binkies. Yet others have their thumbs. And still others have a favorite stuffed animal. A lovey. A snugglie. My daughter has Purple Jacket. Not "a" purple jacket. Not "the" purple jacket. She has "Purple Jacket." The amazing thing about Purple Jacket is that he so so much more than a jacket. Oh yes. He. Purple Jacket is a "he." Purple Jacket is my daughter's friend, snugglie, partner in crime, and primary source of comfort...absolutely necessary for bedtime for close to two years now and also for anytime that we are just hanging out. We used let my daughter wear Purple Jacket other places, but now he stays at home because if he were to be lost.... Life. As. We Know. It. Would. Be. Over. Despite having to stay at home, Purple Jacket apparently leads quite an active life. A typical morning conversation with my daughter... ME: How's Purple Jacket this morning? ESME ...
This evening, as we gathered in downtown Providence for a United Way event to kick off tonight's Waterfire performance and raise awareness, we meet a couple who will be walking in the United Way procession with their 1-month old daughter. The dad has the baby strapped to the front in a Baby Bjorn. The mom comments how she prefers the sling that she wears. He replies, "She can have the sling. This way is more masculine, I think." Dude, you've got a baby strapped to your chest in a green Baby Bjorn. Parental? Yes. Comfortable? I guess so. Masculine? That might be a stretch. I wonder if they come in purple.
After the excitement of completing the home study, the adoption effort ground to a halt, not as a result of any problems but simply the intrusion of the rest of our lives. October is a hellacious month for both of us with regard to our jobs, a convergence of multiple events, accelerating projects, and long days. As a result, we've made virtually zero progress in preparing our profile materials for the placement agency. It's frustrating to have reached this point only to come to a screeching halt to deal with other things. It doesn't help that we've both been getting home so late from work lately. Forget about writing our birthmother letters or even writing brief entries in this blog...we barely have the energy to say hello and spend a few precious moments together before passing out at night and then waking up and starting all over again. Today was a grey cold Saturday tailor-made for working on the profile but I instead spent it at my desk working on work because th...
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