Another week passes and another week without news. Diane and I exchange phone calls and emails as we await the news that our files have finally been sent to the consulate. I'm sure when we finally hear that the remarkable event has occurred everyone will hear our cries of "about time" across our respected cities.
I haven't been posting that much because ... well nothing is happening (have you caught that thread yet????), but last night I realized that 'nothing's happening' is not the truth. Something happens most days. And if nothing actually happens during the day I will have read or think or dream of something. Will it be worthy of sharing? Maybe not. But it will be worthy of recording to remind myself of everything when I'm finally a mommy.
I was on the phone last night with Loretta. She and Alex survived and thrived through their first week with Loretta back at work. Alex is the sweetest little boy. I keep teasing that I want the Alex- Mark 2 for myself. He is almost 14 months old and nearly walking independently, he takes a couple of steps and looses his balance or confidence and down he goes. Alex is very observant. Last weekend when I was at Loretta's house, Alex saw the flicker of reflected sunlight on the ceiling. It was just a tiny patch of light, but Alex pointed it out to us all. At Loretta's mother's house Alex noticed when the light fixtures were replaced and more remarkably, Alex noticed two clocks on the wall had been swaped. I've been in and out of the house and I don't think I'd have ever noticed if it hadn't been pointed out to me. Both are roughly the same size and colour, just a slightly different shape. It is incredible that children who can't verbalize can get across what they are thinking and noticing.
Alex was also very cute with my sister Kathryn. Kathryn is incredible shy and especially around little children. She will not make eye contact with little children, she never has and I doubt she ever will. Well, last weekend I was holding Alex while sitting beside Kathryn. Alex tried to make eye contact and Kathryn wouldn't look at him. So Alex began to very gently pinch Kathryn's arm. I wonder what Alex was thinking during this exchange. I also wonder what Kathryn thought. She didn't seem to be bothered by me holding and playing with Alex. A hopeful sign for when she becomes an aunt.
As Alex grows out of clothes Loretta washes them up and sends them on to me. I know that it is more likely that I will adopt a boy in Kazakhstan rather than a girl, but if I do adopt a girl she might suffer from gender identity difficulties as all her clothes will be boys clothes. LOL
It's Saturday morning and Kathryn is training me for being the mother of a little person. We talked about getting up at 4:15 this morning, and again at 5:20. Finally at 6:10 she was determined to get up, so we've been up and watching her favourite, Lawrence Welk, since 6:10. Lots of chores around the house have been ignored for most of the week, so I guess I should stop procrastinating.