Friday, February 29, 2008

Searching For Part of My Youth

I'm posting this in case anyone can help...

There is a children's book set in Williamsburg. A girl (or two girls, I can't remember) are involved in solving some type of mystery in regards to a doll. I don't remember the details, I don't remember the character names... I just know I read it several times when I was about N's age. How do I even try to find this? The search engines aren't doing it. Anyone?

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Toast... Any My Very Odd Sense of Humor

I have a rather sarcastic sense of humor. I blame my Aunt Barb. She takes 'sarcastic' to a whole new level - I aspire to her sarcastic throne... Heh.

I like clever writing in my television programming. Two of the saddest victims of non-viewership were Sports Night and West Wing - both written by Aaron Sorkin. Since the U.S. audience can't appreciate good writing, I often find myself turning to British television. My husband and I both love Red Dwarf and he's started buying the seasons on dvd. We've just ordered season 4, which contains the famous toast scene. I have little to no hope that any of you will find this funny, since it's completely out of context and you don't know any of the characters... but I'm posting it anyway because it's my blog and I can do what I want to. So there. Would you like some toast?

TOASTER: Howdy doodly do! How's it going? I'm Talkie -- Talkie Toaster, your chirpy breakfast companion. Talkie's the name, toasting's the game. Anyone like any toast?
LISTER: Look, I don't want any toast, and he (indicating KRYTEN) doesn't want any toast. In fact, no one around here wants any toast. Not now, not ever. NO TOAST.
TOASTER: How 'bout a muffin?
LISTER: OR muffins! OR muffins! We don't LIKE muffins ‘round here! We want no muffins, no toast, no teacakes, no buns, baps, baguettes or bagels, no croissants, no crumpets, no pancakes, no potato cakes and no hot-cross buns! And DEFINITELY. NO. SMEGGIN’. FLAPJACKS!
TOASTER: Aah, so you're a waffle man!
LISTER: (to KRYTEN) See? You see what he's like? He winds me up, man. There's no reasoning with him.
KRYTEN: If you'll allow me, Sir, as one mechanical to another. He'll understand me. (Addressing the TOASTER as one would address an errant child) Now. Now, you listen here. You will not offer ANY grilled bread products to ANY member of the crew. If you do, you will be on the receiving end of a very large polo mallet.
TOASTER: Can I ask just one question?
KRYTEN: Of course.
TOASTER: Would anyone like any toast?
KRYTEN: Didn't you HEAR what I just said?
TOASTER: Yes, but I thought you might have changed your mind in the meantime.
LISTER: You see? You see what he's like?
KRYTEN: (Exasperated) We haven't changed our mind!
LISTER: NO TOAST!
TOASTER: But I am a toaster. It is my raison d'etre. I toast, therefore I am.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

A Few Adoption Things

1) Tonight was our 2nd post placement visit - whoo hoo! We love our social worker and her visit was easy-peasy. The third and final visit will be in May and then we can start all the paperwork to finalize P's adoption.

2) Speaking of paperwork, I hate the social security office. I called several weeks ago to find out what we needed to do to apply for P's social security number. I understood that we would have to apply in her Vietnamese name, and then change it later. No problem. I gathered all of the required paperwork and drove myself and two kids to the office, only to find out that because P's Vietnamese birth certificate doesn't list her birth parents' names (a requirement for the computer system used by the social security office), she can't get a SS# yet. Sooooooo... we drove to the IRS office and we've now applied for her Adoption Tax Identification Number (ATIN) so that we can do our taxes and get her college fund started. That will take 4-8 weeks, which means we might have to file for an extension on our taxes. How irritating.

3) Our medical bills for P's testing came to approximately $2,000. Thankfully, insurance is covering a large portion of that, but we're still responsible for our deductible, as well as the portion of lab expenses not covered by our insurance. This is one of those expenses not in the list provided by the adoption agency and I wanted to be sure folks still working through the system know that it's coming. We're not upset in any way - it's wonderful to know that P has been tested and is as healthy as can be, but we have good insurance and will still pay more than $500 for all the bloodwork and labs.

4) There has been a lot of talk about sleep (or lack thereof) on our agency forum and a few yahoo groups. We've been incredibly blessed and P sleeps very well most nights. She still (at one year old) wakes once per night for a bottle, but we're encouraging that to keep her calories up since she's a peanut. One thing that we have noticed, however, is that introducing anything new to her schedule usually means that she'll wake several times in the early part of the night. She will cry frantically until we hold and cuddle her for a bit. Then she falls back to sleep for a bit, and cries again. As far as we can tell, it's a security thing - we've changed her schedule, so she needs to be sure that we still come when she needs us. It usually only lasts for a night or two, but those cries are heartbreaking.

I've been meaning to post about a lot of that stuff for a while now. But I've had respiratory infection/bronchitis and N has had a fever and frankly, my brain isn't working all that well. My boss specifically told me today that I should hold off on editing an article until the medication had worn off - ha! That's one way to get out of work :)

Monday, February 18, 2008

Home Three Months


As of Friday, we've been home for three months. And we had even more reason to celebrate this weekend - Hank came for a visit! It was beyond fun to visit with Hank's parents and meet his sisters and see how big he's grown. I love that we traveled with such fabulous people and that we're going to be able to watch our kiddos grow up together. We ate, we talked, we watched the kids play, we ate some more... it was great! P isn't much better at sharing toys than she was in Vietnam, but luckily Hank is an easy-going guy and went with the flow. We're already ready for Vietnam Family Weekend so we can see them again. Both of the kids will be walking by then - eeks!

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Happy Valentine's Day


When you have three daughters, there are a lot of baby dolls hangin' in the house. And when the previously mentioned daughters can't find enough blankets and pillows to go around, things start to get ugly. Mama and her sewing machine to the rescue! The girls are getting a new pillow and blanket for their babies for Valentine's Day. And, since I have no time management skills whatsoever, I just finished them. The blankets aren't all that impressive - I used fabric that already looked like a quilt - and the pillows are kind of lumpy. Luckily, my girls will think they're perfect anyway. And that's all I want for Valentine's Day. Have a Happy Hearts Day!

Friday, February 8, 2008

Confessing My Weakness

Hello. My name is Dianna. (Hi Dianna.)

I have a problem. And it's so bad that I'm dragging P into it.

I love... LOVE... P's Max Daniel baby blanket. (see exhibit A)

I've been stalking eBay, trying to find another one without paying full price. (Santa brought the first one - don't blame me!) I've been contemplating buying another blanket even if I *gasp* don't find it on sale. This is totally contrary to my normal operating procedure. Full price is anethama in my house. But... oh man, I want another one of those blankets. I've even been dropping hints to my husband about the adults version... but at $200 I'm pretty sure it's not going to fly.

Instead, I snuggle P in her blanket before and after nap times... use it whenever we leave the house to make sure she's warm in the car... wash it so that I have an excuse to check when it comes out of the dryer to be sure it's still soft and cuddly. I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. Someone help me! Or send me the adult version :)

Sunday, February 3, 2008

The Bet

My Dad owes me a steak dinner.

Every year, we bet on the Super Bowl. Winner gets a steak dinner and the right to make a gloating phone call at the end of the game. The game is over and I've gloated :)

Last year, I was thoroughly invested in the game. I'm a huge Colts fan and the bet meant a tad more. Plus, my Colts were playing my best friend's Bears. This year, was different because I will admit that I'm not a huge Giants fan. Plus, although I'm irritated with the Patriots for a multitude of reasons (not the least of which is the coach's inability to wear a complete sweatshirt), I know one of the players on the team. Or, I knew him a long time ago. Back in the old days... when I was in high school. But still - capitalize on any connection you've got, right? Heh.

Nonetheless, I bet on the Giants in the all-important steak bet. And I won! Now I just need to get my Dad down here to buy a steak at my favorite place. And convince Belicheck to wear a sweatshirt with sleeves.