Adoption

I haven't posted much regarding our adoption process, since Rachel has been covering the details in her blog. I'm not going to lie, a lot of the paperwork and interviews made me a bit disgruntled and crabby (ask Rachel). However, with it now looking like we will be getting a baby boy within a week, I'm letting myself get excited about it. I'm still scared, because I have no idea what to do with baby's, but I don't really think anyone knows, it just happens.

We met with the birthmom and her family on Saturday at the Cleveland Zoo. She has two girls and a little boy, all of whom are totally adorable and extremely friendly and adorable. Her boyfriend was also with her and he was very laid back and caring. The day was definitely a blessing from God to remind us that he truly is looking out for us and taking care of all of us. We were a little bit concerned when we got to the Zoo at 1PM and there was no sign of the mom and the counselor couldn't get ahold of her (Rachel and my nerves were killing us as it was to meet her). She finally got ahold of her and said that she'd be there within an hour. The hour stretched into two before she was finally able to make it. She and her family were waiting downtown in the heat for almost an hour for a bus to take them to the Zoo (which apparently there wasn't even a bus running). Once we met, we wandered around to a couple of exhibits (which took a while, being as she was about a week away from birth). I was expecting the meeting to be awkward and uncomfortable, but it was really none of that. We just kind of talked and walked and enjoyed being with each other. What an incredible day!

There was a story that I wanted to share that doesn't really fit into this post, but isn't really worth creating a new post for. The Zoo was hosting the EAC (European Adoption Council) for the day on Saturday, so there were lots of families running around with kids. When we were walking to the exhibit with the giraffes, there was an older gentleman (possibly a grandfather) and a boy who looked to be about 4. The grandfather was squatting down, holding a balloon, and the boy was standing in front of him, holding a Swiss Army Knife into the balloon. I told Rachel, "This cannot end well." However, as we walked on, I heard a pop, but no scream, so it must have worked out okay. Who honestly gives a 4 year old an open pocket knife and says, "hey, point this at me and poke the balloon in my hands"? I don't care if the kid say he wanted to do it, the gentleman should have had half a brain and said no. I think I'll be a good dad, our kids won't have pocket knives until they're 5.