We had a great “Celebration” last night. It was so much fun to have our friends and family come out to sample Ethiopian food and wonderful cookies and cheesecakes. Leslie and Jody did a terrific job at organizing, entertaining and socializing…it cemented the fact that I love to SEE the support of our adoption sometimes. If last night was any indication, Tariku is going to be welcomed into a lot of love and A LOT of people who enjoy Ethiopian food as much as he does! As soon as I get pics, I’ll show you.

We got some great gifts and donations and those are always so humbling to get. I’ll show a picture of two of the pieces of jewelry I got but you must promise not to get jealous. 🙂

Today I’m off to book club and run some errands for my eldest’s 5th birthday party tomorrow (5, yikes!)

Just wanted to celebrate life, love and happiness in this short blog!

Well…it’s Friday. Dailah is feeling much better after her fever broke, so that is a huge relief!

I wish someone could slap me right now. I got on our forum (slap) and just noticed someone else got a March 13th travel date. On that thread another person (slap for noticing) mentioned that her representative told her there were 9 other families going that week too. Since no one has talked to us about going that week, (unless they read my blog and then the answer is “yes”) one can assume we are not included in that 9 family count (slap, slap). This flippin’ blows..pardon my language.

It’s all about expectations, and total misconstrued perception of time on my part. I expected to go earlier. That’s heart break #1. When I look at the calender and see March 20th or 27th (two other possible dates should our paperwork hustle up) I see that it’s still ONLY a month away. My head tells me, “Tesi, a month is not long, a month is hardly enough time to get everything in order, a month is perfect.” But my heart, well that says, “You’re getting ripped off, your son is over there, two days is too long.” Those people that know me know my heart has ruled my head for quite some time now so I guess that’s what has caused me to blog like I have for the last year.

BUT, this morning when I woke up at 4am to give Dailah some Tyelenol I couldn’t fall back asleep. So I sat in our rocking chair looking at the moon (this is serious, I’m not writing a personal ad here for how cool and introspective I am) I realized just how flippin blessed I am. I looked at Zach, he was taking up the whole bed but whatever, and just smiled thinking about the fact that I would get to talk to him in just a few hours and share another day with him. I thought about Trysten and Dailah and looked forward to Trysten snuggling when he woke up and Dailah calling “mommy”. I, of course, thougth about Tariku. I thought about his Ethiopian family and I was sending them thoughts that I would do everything in my power to raise him to be a man they would be proud of. How lucky I am that God chose us to parent this child.

I also thought about my other family members, my sister-in-law, Leslie and my friend, Jody. They are throwing Zach and I a “celebration” (it’s really a shower but Zach hates that word) for Tariku tonight complete with Tariku’s favorite food and my favorite African wines. The support they’ve shown throughout this journey, the ears they listened with, the shoulders they held out for support, the arms they hugged with. I truly am a blessed girl.

So if I HAVE to wait another month, I guess I’ll be waiting that month in good company. Better company than a girl like me, who likes to complain about things a bit too much once in awhile, deserves.

Dailah woke up every hour or so last night. Time for the doctor. She has a double ear infection, tonsilitis and infected adnoids. What the February?

And seriously…we went to the McDonalds playland while waiting for the doctor’s appointment (I know, I know, bad mommy) and I was sooooo close to calling Super Nanny on some of those parents. Yikes! One kid close fist punched Trysten and the parent had the audacity to say, “He’s younger than you.” I had to “kindly” tell the mother that in fact, the kid was older than Trysten (truth be told I almost punched her in the ovaries and told her I was younger than her, but thought the cops would not find that nearly as funny as I would). Nice try. What the February?

Sunday night’s “Brother’s and Sisters” had a funny moment when Sally Fields is telling Callista Flockhart that now that she’s a mom, she’s just got to suck it up. Even if you’re sick, even if you feel like sleeping all day. You just have to suck it up. It’s funny, I don’t even remember a time when I could just lay around and sleep off my various infections. I’ve had an ear infection for the better part of two weeks. Instead of sucking it up, I’m passing it on. Nice work, TL.

Do you smell it? You should. It’s called “paint” and it smells like that because our upstairs is painted. It’s starting to come together. I feel REALLY happy about that, and I’m sure it is only partially because the fumes are leaking throughout the house in large doses.

My favorite thing Trysten says recently, “What the February?” (This is what Ellen Degeneres says on her show and it’s said like, “What the heck?”)

I’m okay, really, I am.

Saturday I spent some time with my camera on manual trying to capture Dailah’s many facial expressions. My daughter is one beautiful little girl.

I am not stable enough for this. We got word that our USCIS approval got to CHSFS today. (yay!) Another ET coordinator faxed it to Ethiopia so that they know what to look for when it comes. They are working on our behalf but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m just not stable.

There have been many travel dates for March 6, one for the 13th and one even for the 20th given out. I’ve said before that both the people we were getitng to watch the kids while we were gone were going to be gone themselves on the 20th so….

I have had enough crying. I know it won’t be all fun and games when he gets here. There will be tantrums, and hitting, punching, there will probably be moments when I want to send him back (as I did my other two children, by the way) but I’m ready for every single emotion that will come my way. I am ready and I KNOW he is ready. Why in the world isn’t everyone else ready for us?

Apparently my workout didn’t help my attitude. Maybe Buffalo Wild Wings will. FREAK!

I’ve been getting a little cocky with this whole I-600A deal. Zach has been working extra hard to bring his second son home and I was thinking we’d have it done, in the Ethiopian Embassy, by this week’s end. Ehhh, not so much. From what we hear, it is done at the Des Moines, IA office and is en route to New Hampshire, the Big Kahona of USCIS places in the great land of the US. After a dude/chick gives it the go ahead from this office, it will be sent to ET. Zach has been working on all the tricks, even asking the Des Moines lady (she was wonderful) if she would attach a picture of Tariku to pull at the heart strings a bit. It was a no go but I gave the guy a big smooch just for asking.

We were really hoping that we’d get a travel date this week, even though “theoretically” all of our paperwork is not completely in yet. Well, Zach got an email from Jan saying it could take up to TWO WEEKS!!! It didn’t sound like it was going to be a possibility to get a travel date before then. I am still praying, and praying, and praying that they give us a travel date on March 6th. This would be more than 2 weeks out and all of the paperwork would have arrived by then. Would you join in the praying with me? Or good thoughts, or wishing on stars, whatever you take as your personal credo, I ask that you join me in this!

At this point I would just kill for an update. I’ve heard nothing of him since January 1. Can you imagine? Not a word on my son for almost 2 months. I don’t even care if they can’t go into detail. Just maybe a picture and a few words like, “he lives, he thrives, and he doesn’t like being told ‘no’.” I’m not picky, I’ll take anything at this point.

Off to the Y…I get increasingly more patient after a workout.

Edited to add: I just saw someone on the forum just got a March 6th travel date. Nevermind, look for us heading to Ethiopia 2 days from never. FREAK!

So Zach and his friend, Bret, got the Pilot unstuck. Woohoo! Doozie (that’s what we call Dailah) is still under the weather and is presently taking a nap. I didn’t get much sleep with sickie mcsicks so I’ll be hitting the pillow in T minus 2 minutes.

But praises! We’re out of the ditch. The contractors made it. We had enough Butterfingers and coffee this morning to dull the aches and pains. Today is lookin’ up!

Or at least I hope I like you a little more than today. Not that today was all bad, but certainly would not make my Top 10 in the “Best Days” category.

It started with Dailah waking up feeling a bit warm. I decided I’d go to church while Zach stayed home with the kids. So I took the car down our looong drive and immediately noticed it was slippery. No sooner had I noticed than it turned sideways and proceeded to head into the ditch. So there I was, stuck. Freezing rain coming down. I walked back up to the house to get Zach. He decided to get the camp truck to pull the Pilot out of the ditch. We loaded up. When we got near the Pilot, the truck decided it had the same fate and smashed into the Pilot. We ended up (after lots of maneuvering from the hubs, he’s a genius when it comes to those kinds of things) getting the truck unlodged from my beautiful car but also managed to get the truck stuck a few feet in the same ditch. We did our walk of shame, carless, back to the house.

Dailah’s fever hasn’t subsided, my butt hurts from sitting down all day rocking her, and reading and cramming into our rooms. Trysten and I jumped at the chance to fetch the beer and root beer from the lodge. Mine, admittedly, was the anticipation of a cold one hitting the bloodstream while Trysten’s had more to do with fresh air and a good it-won’t-get-me-in-timeout scream at the top of his lungs.

So what was good about today? I got to sleep in a bit. Trysten took a 3 hour nap. I heard from Tony, of the “Julie and Tonys” about their trip to Ethiopia which made me ever more excited about ours. What else? My mom and dad brought Valentine’s Day goodies for the kids that included mini Butterfingers. Those butterfingers and the aforementioned brewskis, teamed up with a family that is bliss even in the worst of days, made me hoping for a better ‘morrow but somehow thankful for today.

Last night we celebrated my brother-in-law, Frank’s, engagement to Emily. We went to a nice place downtown and then walked to their apartment for dessert and drinks. LOTS of fun! I’ve always thought in my head (and ventured to say out loud once in awhile) that I feel like everyone who meets the Klipschs, wants to be one. Perhaps it’s just because I love being one so much…tough to say. Anyway, last night I had no doubts. When we got to the apartment my BIL, Jake, obliged me and did his famous shin slaps (or tibia slaps, depending on who you are talking to) with just his boxers on in front of quite a few strangers and some family. It was a big hit…video to come as soon as I know how. Then Frank and my husband challenged each other to walk on their hands down the hallway. Frank went first, using his toes on the wall (while scuffing them nicely) for support. Then Zach went, as you can see he didn’t use the foot method. It was quite amazing and I was proud of him until…his foot went through the blinds on the window and knocked down the nice herb garden they were growing. Luckily everyone thought it was funny and no one was mad; except Zach’s mom who pulled on his ear a few times and demanded he cleaned up after himself. Either way it was a lot of fun and here are the pics to prove it.