It seems as if I have been getting lots of questions lately about how everything is going. Maybe it's because the last thing that anyone heard was that we had the awful feedback meeting with the adoption counselor. Maybe it's because I haven't written anything in about a month. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because people just truly care and wonder what has been going on.
So, in short, we are still trying to wrap up the last of the paperwork. We have turned in all of the forms that were needed to complete the home study. Well, at least all of the forms that we know of. It does seem that every time we think we are done with forms, there seems to be just one more form that we didn't know about. But, hopefully they really are all in. We are waiting for our adoption counselor to finish writing up the report of our home study and home visit. And then finally, we have to make the finishing touches on our profile and shorter letter.
We received a second round of feedback from our counselor after we made some changes that took her initial feedback into consideration, but that still allowed us to keep the feel of our profile how we wanted it. The second round of feedback was MUCH easier to take and there were parts of it that were even really helpful. So, now we just have to make those final changes. After that, we have decided that we are just going to be done. We could do this forever. We could make changes in what we have written until the end of time and we would still be able to find more things to change. At some point, we just have to be done with it and we are VERY close to that point. We are happy with it and we think it gives a good portrait of who we are. And that is good enough for us. So we will make some final changes, order the books, and print out the letters. Then, as soon as we have our final approval, we will be ready to go on the waiting list.
It has started to get more and more real as we are nearing an end to the paperwork stage. I am eagerly awaiting the day we are officially waiting. I am happy that we will be done sometime soon after my summer break starts. The thought of waiting doesn't seem too bad at the moment. I know that I will feel differently as time goes by, but right now, I am anxious to be done with the checklist and done with all the things that we need to do.
I never could have imagined all that would go into this phase of the adoption. People said that it was grueling, but I just couldn't have known. It has been a powerful experience. I feel closer to Carla than ever before. I feel prepared for what lays ahead of us. I feel as if we have thought through so many important issues. And most of all, I feel confident that we are doing the right thing, in the right way, at the exact right time. And that's not a bad way to feel!
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Unexpected Bumps
So there has been some silence since the home visit.
Let me begin by saying that our home passed all inspection. Frankie, miraculously, was on excellent behavior and spent most of the visit chewing happily on her treat ball. All the things that I could have thought to worry about turned out to be not a worry at all. Our adoption counselor loved our home and all the fire safety items that we have put into place seem to have done their jobs.
That was the good stuff.
What I didn't know to worry about was what turned out to be the most stressful part of our process thus far. Several months ago, we sent our adoption counselor a draft of our profile/dear birthparent letter. We never heard back from her about it and we assumed that all was good. So we began putting the profile into a book on Shutterfly. We spent hours arranging the text and pictures until they were exactly where we wanted them. We shared our profile with friends and family and felt incredibly proud of what we had done. We felt that it so very accurately reflected who we are as a couple and we happy with it. We even ordered one copy of the book to make sure that it looked good. In our minds, we were done. One more thing to cross off the list.
Well, apparently we are not quite done. When our adoption counselor arrived at our home, we all sat together at the dining room table and we went through some of our paperwork. After going through a few forms, she took out our profile draft that we had sent her and told us that she wanted to go through it with us. For the next thirty minutes (or so) she proceeded to tell us all of the many things that were wrong with the letter. Seriously, she said not one positive thing about our profile, but instead went paragraph by paragraph explaining what we had done wrong. Her overall message seemed to be that we sounded too happy. Truly. She actually said that our letter was too upbeat. She suggested that we want to focus on some of the struggles we have been through and also talk about our parenting ideals. To be honest, there were things that she said that made a lot of sense. However, there was just too much criticism to really be that effective. It is not that she was criticizing our writing, it was almost as if she was telling us that we should portray ourselves as something that we are not. She wanted us to focus on our struggles and we want to focus on all the good that is in our lives. That is who we are.
As I sat there listening and taking notes and trying not to cry, I reassured myself that it couldn't possibly be as bad as I thought. I am notorious for not taking criticism well, even in its most constructive state. I figured that when all of this was over, Carla would tell me it wasn't as bad as I thought. Nope. Turns out that Carla was just as annoyed as I was. We both couldn't believe that this woman had our draft for three months and was only now saying anything to us.
Our adoption counselor finally stopped. We finished the home visit. She left and Carla and I went off to drown our sorrows in milkshakes and margaritas. I got some wonderful advice from my mother (thanks mom) and we both decided we needed to just put the letter away for a while.
I now have a few days of distance from the whole thing. I can now think more clearly and rationally about the whole thing. Carla and I have both decided that THE most important thing for us is that our letter accurately portrays who we are. We hope that our adoption counselor likes our letter and we will make some changes to ensure that happens, but more than anything we need to be who we are. We need our letter to show the real us and we have to know that a birthmother will choose us because of that.
So, we will keep working on the letter. Our deadline to be on the wait list is no longer the start of May. Hopefully we will be there by the start of June. Though we are ready to be done with this phase, we are somewhat at the mercy of our adoption counselor. She now has to finish our homestudy report (which she has 30 days to complete) and only then can we move onto the waitlist. So until then, we will continue to work on our profile and fill out the last few remaining pieces of paperwork. I will try my best to be patient and know that someday we will be done with this and it will be worth it in the end.
Let me begin by saying that our home passed all inspection. Frankie, miraculously, was on excellent behavior and spent most of the visit chewing happily on her treat ball. All the things that I could have thought to worry about turned out to be not a worry at all. Our adoption counselor loved our home and all the fire safety items that we have put into place seem to have done their jobs.
That was the good stuff.
What I didn't know to worry about was what turned out to be the most stressful part of our process thus far. Several months ago, we sent our adoption counselor a draft of our profile/dear birthparent letter. We never heard back from her about it and we assumed that all was good. So we began putting the profile into a book on Shutterfly. We spent hours arranging the text and pictures until they were exactly where we wanted them. We shared our profile with friends and family and felt incredibly proud of what we had done. We felt that it so very accurately reflected who we are as a couple and we happy with it. We even ordered one copy of the book to make sure that it looked good. In our minds, we were done. One more thing to cross off the list.
Well, apparently we are not quite done. When our adoption counselor arrived at our home, we all sat together at the dining room table and we went through some of our paperwork. After going through a few forms, she took out our profile draft that we had sent her and told us that she wanted to go through it with us. For the next thirty minutes (or so) she proceeded to tell us all of the many things that were wrong with the letter. Seriously, she said not one positive thing about our profile, but instead went paragraph by paragraph explaining what we had done wrong. Her overall message seemed to be that we sounded too happy. Truly. She actually said that our letter was too upbeat. She suggested that we want to focus on some of the struggles we have been through and also talk about our parenting ideals. To be honest, there were things that she said that made a lot of sense. However, there was just too much criticism to really be that effective. It is not that she was criticizing our writing, it was almost as if she was telling us that we should portray ourselves as something that we are not. She wanted us to focus on our struggles and we want to focus on all the good that is in our lives. That is who we are.
As I sat there listening and taking notes and trying not to cry, I reassured myself that it couldn't possibly be as bad as I thought. I am notorious for not taking criticism well, even in its most constructive state. I figured that when all of this was over, Carla would tell me it wasn't as bad as I thought. Nope. Turns out that Carla was just as annoyed as I was. We both couldn't believe that this woman had our draft for three months and was only now saying anything to us.
Our adoption counselor finally stopped. We finished the home visit. She left and Carla and I went off to drown our sorrows in milkshakes and margaritas. I got some wonderful advice from my mother (thanks mom) and we both decided we needed to just put the letter away for a while.
I now have a few days of distance from the whole thing. I can now think more clearly and rationally about the whole thing. Carla and I have both decided that THE most important thing for us is that our letter accurately portrays who we are. We hope that our adoption counselor likes our letter and we will make some changes to ensure that happens, but more than anything we need to be who we are. We need our letter to show the real us and we have to know that a birthmother will choose us because of that.
So, we will keep working on the letter. Our deadline to be on the wait list is no longer the start of May. Hopefully we will be there by the start of June. Though we are ready to be done with this phase, we are somewhat at the mercy of our adoption counselor. She now has to finish our homestudy report (which she has 30 days to complete) and only then can we move onto the waitlist. So until then, we will continue to work on our profile and fill out the last few remaining pieces of paperwork. I will try my best to be patient and know that someday we will be done with this and it will be worth it in the end.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
A Marathon of Cleaning
Carla and I just had an intense marathon cleaning session to prepare for tomorrow's home visit. For those of you who don't know, Carla is THE most efficient person I know. She has the ability to accomplish what would take me hours, in just a few minutes. So basically, Carla cleaned the entire top floor and vacuumed and mopped all the floors on the bottom floor while I cleaned the basement floors and the kitchen. I know it sounds really unfair, but for every ounce of efficiency that Carla has, I have an equal ounce of inefficiency. But now the house is clean and I suppose that is all that matters.
Tomorrow will be the first time that we will have anyone from the adoption agency in our home. I am nervous. Mostly about the pup, but having someone in your home like this is just kind of a nerve racking experience. I know things will go well, but until it is over, I will just be a bit on edge.
So think of us tomorrow at 4:00. I will let you know how it goes!
Tomorrow will be the first time that we will have anyone from the adoption agency in our home. I am nervous. Mostly about the pup, but having someone in your home like this is just kind of a nerve racking experience. I know things will go well, but until it is over, I will just be a bit on edge.
So think of us tomorrow at 4:00. I will let you know how it goes!
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Gay Penguins and the First Hints of Anxiety
What a week! It truly feels as if this is the first chance that I have had to sit down and write about the many adoption-related thoughts and emotions that have been whirling around my head and heart this week.
I will start with the good ones. On Tuesday, I read one of my favorite picture books to my class of fifth graders. The book is called, And Tango Makes Three and it tells the true story of two male penguins who lived at the Central Park Zoo in New York. While all the other penguins mated in pairs of one male and one female, these two male penguins wanted to spend their lives with each other. Upon seeing these two male penguins attempt to sit on and incubate a rock, a kind-hearted zookeeper decided to give these two their own penguin egg. He took an egg from a pair of penguins who continued to lay two eggs, but was only able to care for one of them and he gave the second egg to the pair of male penguins. The egg hatches, the baby penguin is born. They name him Tango and he is raised by the two male penguins.
It is an incredible book and each year, before I read it, I let the kids know that there are a lot of schools in our country who won't allow teachers to read the book. I then read the story and sit in awe of the children's reaction. In past years, my heart has been warmed by hearing the comments that the kids make. Each year, several students talk about how silly they think it is that anyone would have a problem with this book. And then, they go on to talk about how anyone who loves their child can be a family.
I am always inspired by this interaction with my students, but this year it just meant more. Amidst our decision to adopt a child, I have often wondered what our child will encounter. Will people question our family? Will people make comments to our child? What kinds of hate will we face? And then here was this group of twenty-one fifth grade students, telling me that it was okay to be any kind of family. My class doesn't know that Carla and I are beginning the adoption process. They know that I am gay and they know that Carla and I are married, but I am not sure that even crossed their minds much during this discussion. Now I realize that not every child feels this way and I also realize that as these children grow up, their kind hearts might be swayed towards harsher sentiments. But as I sat with my class on Tuesday and heard their comments, I was so hopeful that our child wouldn't grow up in a world as filled with hate as it is today. My students make me so hopeful for the future. The fact that picture books like this one even exist makes me hopeful for the future. The fact that I feel safe to have this conversation with my students without fear of the repercussions it might bring makes me feel hopeful for the future. And knowing that there are children whose hearts are so full of love makes me incredibly hopeful for the future.
So that was a good day.
On Wednesday, Carla and I went to another adoption class. This is our second to last class and it was called "Making Connections." While all of our other classes have focused on the philosophies of open adoption and building empathy for the birthmothers, this was the first class that dealt with what happens in the process of matching a birthmother with prospective adoptive parents and what happens once that match has been made. I sat through much of that class with true pains of anxiety in my chest. I have to say that these are the first real anxiety pains that I have felt in this process. I am still not completely sure what led to the anxiety.
I think a piece of it was how real it all started to feel. So much of our process has been consumed by paperwork and crossing items off of a checklist. I don't think I have thought all that much about what happens when all the items have been crossed off. It all of a sudden felt really real. And while that feeling of realness is incredibly exciting, it is also somewhat terrifying.
Another piece of it has to be my terrible fear of rejection and failure. Ever since I was young, I hated the thought of being rejected or of failing at something. I used to convince myself that I had failed tests that I had taken, just to prepare myself for what the results would be. Even when I knew I had done well, I still prepared myself for the worst because that way I never had to feel disappointed. I can feel myself doing the same thing now. I find myself saying things like, "It will be okay if it takes five years to be chosen." I know that I am just trying to prepare myself so that I don't have to feel those dreaded feelings of disappointment.
And I guess the last piece of it is just the unknown. Thus far, our adoption counselor has been able to tell us exactly what will happen each step of the process. Once we are placed on that waiting list however, that all changes. The control is completely out of our hands and it is hard to be prepared when the possibilities of what could happen are endless.
So all of that was swirling around in my head as we sat there for the two hour class. As we left, I tried to explain what I was feeling to Carla, but couldn't quite get the words right. I think I have a better understanding of it now. But as we left that night, the one thing I knew for certain was how lucky I was to have Carla as my wife. She is the opposite of me in many ways. She is so optimistic and I am so incredibly thankful for that. I can't even imagine what it would be like if we were both the way that I am. I am thankful to have found someone as strong as she is and someone who is able to balance me so well. She makes me feel like there is some possible way that we are going to make it through all of this and that at the end we are going to be family of more than just her and me. And for that I am incredibly thankful.
I will start with the good ones. On Tuesday, I read one of my favorite picture books to my class of fifth graders. The book is called, And Tango Makes Three and it tells the true story of two male penguins who lived at the Central Park Zoo in New York. While all the other penguins mated in pairs of one male and one female, these two male penguins wanted to spend their lives with each other. Upon seeing these two male penguins attempt to sit on and incubate a rock, a kind-hearted zookeeper decided to give these two their own penguin egg. He took an egg from a pair of penguins who continued to lay two eggs, but was only able to care for one of them and he gave the second egg to the pair of male penguins. The egg hatches, the baby penguin is born. They name him Tango and he is raised by the two male penguins.
It is an incredible book and each year, before I read it, I let the kids know that there are a lot of schools in our country who won't allow teachers to read the book. I then read the story and sit in awe of the children's reaction. In past years, my heart has been warmed by hearing the comments that the kids make. Each year, several students talk about how silly they think it is that anyone would have a problem with this book. And then, they go on to talk about how anyone who loves their child can be a family.
I am always inspired by this interaction with my students, but this year it just meant more. Amidst our decision to adopt a child, I have often wondered what our child will encounter. Will people question our family? Will people make comments to our child? What kinds of hate will we face? And then here was this group of twenty-one fifth grade students, telling me that it was okay to be any kind of family. My class doesn't know that Carla and I are beginning the adoption process. They know that I am gay and they know that Carla and I are married, but I am not sure that even crossed their minds much during this discussion. Now I realize that not every child feels this way and I also realize that as these children grow up, their kind hearts might be swayed towards harsher sentiments. But as I sat with my class on Tuesday and heard their comments, I was so hopeful that our child wouldn't grow up in a world as filled with hate as it is today. My students make me so hopeful for the future. The fact that picture books like this one even exist makes me hopeful for the future. The fact that I feel safe to have this conversation with my students without fear of the repercussions it might bring makes me feel hopeful for the future. And knowing that there are children whose hearts are so full of love makes me incredibly hopeful for the future.
So that was a good day.
On Wednesday, Carla and I went to another adoption class. This is our second to last class and it was called "Making Connections." While all of our other classes have focused on the philosophies of open adoption and building empathy for the birthmothers, this was the first class that dealt with what happens in the process of matching a birthmother with prospective adoptive parents and what happens once that match has been made. I sat through much of that class with true pains of anxiety in my chest. I have to say that these are the first real anxiety pains that I have felt in this process. I am still not completely sure what led to the anxiety.
I think a piece of it was how real it all started to feel. So much of our process has been consumed by paperwork and crossing items off of a checklist. I don't think I have thought all that much about what happens when all the items have been crossed off. It all of a sudden felt really real. And while that feeling of realness is incredibly exciting, it is also somewhat terrifying.
Another piece of it has to be my terrible fear of rejection and failure. Ever since I was young, I hated the thought of being rejected or of failing at something. I used to convince myself that I had failed tests that I had taken, just to prepare myself for what the results would be. Even when I knew I had done well, I still prepared myself for the worst because that way I never had to feel disappointed. I can feel myself doing the same thing now. I find myself saying things like, "It will be okay if it takes five years to be chosen." I know that I am just trying to prepare myself so that I don't have to feel those dreaded feelings of disappointment.
And I guess the last piece of it is just the unknown. Thus far, our adoption counselor has been able to tell us exactly what will happen each step of the process. Once we are placed on that waiting list however, that all changes. The control is completely out of our hands and it is hard to be prepared when the possibilities of what could happen are endless.
So all of that was swirling around in my head as we sat there for the two hour class. As we left, I tried to explain what I was feeling to Carla, but couldn't quite get the words right. I think I have a better understanding of it now. But as we left that night, the one thing I knew for certain was how lucky I was to have Carla as my wife. She is the opposite of me in many ways. She is so optimistic and I am so incredibly thankful for that. I can't even imagine what it would be like if we were both the way that I am. I am thankful to have found someone as strong as she is and someone who is able to balance me so well. She makes me feel like there is some possible way that we are going to make it through all of this and that at the end we are going to be family of more than just her and me. And for that I am incredibly thankful.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
It's Conceivable...again
Hello all! I actually have multiple things to write about, but not much time to write about them. But, what I do have, is a new post on It's Conceivable. So, if you are wondering what has been going on in our world of adoption, head over there and take a look at my latest post. You can find it here:
http://itsconceivablenow.com/2012/04/11/adoption-process-seventh-inning-stretch/
Thanks for reading and stay tuned to find about what happened when I read about gay penguins to my fifth grade class and how our second to last adoption class goes (we are going tonight).
http://itsconceivablenow.com/2012/04/11/adoption-process-seventh-inning-stretch/
Thanks for reading and stay tuned to find about what happened when I read about gay penguins to my fifth grade class and how our second to last adoption class goes (we are going tonight).
Friday, March 30, 2012
Everyone is Up to Date
In case anyone happened to be wondering, the cats are now legit! They are both up to date on all their shots and they were both champs at the vet. No one pooped in their carriers this time and in fact, we found Jellybean sleeping in her new carrier once we got home from the vet. Real progress.
So that's one more item to check off the list, which brings us down to 11. Yay!
I dropped off a bunch of paperwork at The Cradle this afternoon along with the next check. I then promptly emailed our counselor to try and schedule our home visit. I want to make sure that this part gets done before our final class and I figured that means I should try and schedule it now.
I am not so freaked out about the home visit. I am proud of our home and know that we are good on things like fire stuff (after a fairly large trip to home depot). I kind of get the sense that mostly they are looking for fire alarms in the right spot and a place for a baby to live. I already confessed to our counselor that I am nervous about the behavior of our two-year-old lab mix. Those of you who know Frankie know that she is not the calmest dog you have ever met. But luckily she has gotten way better in the past few months and has even been allowed to mingle with guests when they come over! So I am looking forward to getting the home visit schedule because in my mind that gets us one step closer to the end of the paper work stage.
As you might have been able to sense, I am getting antsy about this phase of the process. I feel like we have been meeting requirements forever now (thought it has only really been five months). I am ready to be in the waiting pool and let the wait time begin. Though, I am sure once I am in the waiting pool, I will long for the days when we had some control over how quickly things were going. Oh my!
I suppose that's it for now. It's a good thing that I am going back to work on Monday. Too much time to think only leads to unnecessary worrying!
So that's one more item to check off the list, which brings us down to 11. Yay!
I dropped off a bunch of paperwork at The Cradle this afternoon along with the next check. I then promptly emailed our counselor to try and schedule our home visit. I want to make sure that this part gets done before our final class and I figured that means I should try and schedule it now.
I am not so freaked out about the home visit. I am proud of our home and know that we are good on things like fire stuff (after a fairly large trip to home depot). I kind of get the sense that mostly they are looking for fire alarms in the right spot and a place for a baby to live. I already confessed to our counselor that I am nervous about the behavior of our two-year-old lab mix. Those of you who know Frankie know that she is not the calmest dog you have ever met. But luckily she has gotten way better in the past few months and has even been allowed to mingle with guests when they come over! So I am looking forward to getting the home visit schedule because in my mind that gets us one step closer to the end of the paper work stage.
As you might have been able to sense, I am getting antsy about this phase of the process. I feel like we have been meeting requirements forever now (thought it has only really been five months). I am ready to be in the waiting pool and let the wait time begin. Though, I am sure once I am in the waiting pool, I will long for the days when we had some control over how quickly things were going. Oh my!
I suppose that's it for now. It's a good thing that I am going back to work on Monday. Too much time to think only leads to unnecessary worrying!
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
12 Items and Counting
Well, here I am on spring break. I mostly have a week full of wonderful nothing planned for my break. So far it has been incredibly delightful. I feel caught up on things that I have not felt caught up on in a lifetime. I have had time to see family and friends and enjoy just being home.
After a couple of days of just hanging out, I decided to make today a get things done kind of day. So this morning, I took out the ole adoption checklist. Slowly, but surely, we have continued to check items off of the list. It is amazing how long this initial stage is taking us, but I feel as if with each checked item, we are becoming a bit more prepared for what lies ahead. I was able to check a few more things off the list today that simply required putting things that we already had into the pile or printing off some things from on-line. After checking off the newest items, I realized that we are now down to 12 items left on the checklist. I have no idea how many items we started with, but I can guarantee you that it was a whole lot more than twelve.
Some of the big items left are safety plans for our home, a hand-drawn fire evacuation plan, a health form, and some other items that I have to ask our counselor about because I have no idea what they are. We are getting there. We are now enrolled for our last two classes and will be emailing our counselor soon to set-up her home visit.
On Friday we will take care of another big item on the check-list. We must submit records that show that our pets are up to date on their shots. For the dog, this is no problem. She is a good two years ahead of needing more shots. The cats are another story. Furby (the little one) is not really a problem as she is up to date and only needs the next round. Jellybean is kind of a rebel. She hates the vet. She hates the vet so much that she is willing to let us know just how unhappy she is by pooping in her crate on the way to the vet. You get the picture. Well, on Friday, we are sucking it up and going to the vet. We have no choice. Carla and I are both taking the cats as this is most definitely a two person job. I even brought a brand new cat carrier for the occasion. I am hoping that this one won't have any traumatic memories associated with it. I have even put the new carrier out and scattered salmon flavored treats inside, in hopes that will entice her to enter and fall in love with the new carrier. Sure our bedroom now smells of salmon, but in my eyes that is a small price to pay. So as of Friday (provided we all make it safely to the vet and back) all of our furry pets will be caught up on their shots and we will have the necessary records to submit to the adoption agency.
It's crazy what we are willing to do to get this home study completed. I truly don't think that there is anything that they could ask of us that would make me want to stop the process at this point. So I will keep filling out forms and creating plans to safely evacuate our home in case of a fire and I will do it all knowing that at some point this part will be over and then the waiting will begin.
After a couple of days of just hanging out, I decided to make today a get things done kind of day. So this morning, I took out the ole adoption checklist. Slowly, but surely, we have continued to check items off of the list. It is amazing how long this initial stage is taking us, but I feel as if with each checked item, we are becoming a bit more prepared for what lies ahead. I was able to check a few more things off the list today that simply required putting things that we already had into the pile or printing off some things from on-line. After checking off the newest items, I realized that we are now down to 12 items left on the checklist. I have no idea how many items we started with, but I can guarantee you that it was a whole lot more than twelve.
Some of the big items left are safety plans for our home, a hand-drawn fire evacuation plan, a health form, and some other items that I have to ask our counselor about because I have no idea what they are. We are getting there. We are now enrolled for our last two classes and will be emailing our counselor soon to set-up her home visit.
On Friday we will take care of another big item on the check-list. We must submit records that show that our pets are up to date on their shots. For the dog, this is no problem. She is a good two years ahead of needing more shots. The cats are another story. Furby (the little one) is not really a problem as she is up to date and only needs the next round. Jellybean is kind of a rebel. She hates the vet. She hates the vet so much that she is willing to let us know just how unhappy she is by pooping in her crate on the way to the vet. You get the picture. Well, on Friday, we are sucking it up and going to the vet. We have no choice. Carla and I are both taking the cats as this is most definitely a two person job. I even brought a brand new cat carrier for the occasion. I am hoping that this one won't have any traumatic memories associated with it. I have even put the new carrier out and scattered salmon flavored treats inside, in hopes that will entice her to enter and fall in love with the new carrier. Sure our bedroom now smells of salmon, but in my eyes that is a small price to pay. So as of Friday (provided we all make it safely to the vet and back) all of our furry pets will be caught up on their shots and we will have the necessary records to submit to the adoption agency.
It's crazy what we are willing to do to get this home study completed. I truly don't think that there is anything that they could ask of us that would make me want to stop the process at this point. So I will keep filling out forms and creating plans to safely evacuate our home in case of a fire and I will do it all knowing that at some point this part will be over and then the waiting will begin.
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