The flight was uneventful except that we had the very, very good fortune of receiving exit aisle seats. HUZZAH. So 13 hours later, we've arrived in possibly the most polluted city on the planet. My sinuses immediately reacted and I'm all stuffy-nosed now. Thank God for Jenn and her magic doctor powers. I'm squirting nasal spray like mad. We're so excited to be here. Our travel instincts kicked in and we have maneuvered our way alright, I think. We've ran into other adoptive families including one with our agency who we've talked to online for the last 6 months. Small world and all that.
Our hotel is super fancy and we're on the 11th floor. This hotel really reminds us of a place we stayed in Jakarta years ago. It's gorgeous and so sophisticated. Well, except we can't drink the water of course. Our guide described Beijing water as having "extra minerals" in it. Ummm...yeah. That's what they are.
We didn't really sleep on the plane at all but powered our way through 5 or 6 movies and a book. We're seriously, seriously considering upgrading to business class on the way home. China is stinking far away from Kansas, in case anyone had doubts about that particular bit of geography. Don't. We're 7,000 miles from home but we're closer to Ru than we've ever been so naturally, we're doing just fine.
Love you all!
Friday, July 6, 2007
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Happy Birthday, USA!
We're leaving for a 4th of July party in a couple of hours. Then we're staying at a motel by KCI so we can just take a shuttle over for our early morning flight. I'll write again when we're in Beijing!
This is really, really it.
This is really, really it.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
One Thing More...
Please be in prayer for us. Our updated homestudy has to be processed before our consulate appointment. I'm sending it to the KC office today and the man said, "we'll try." But no promises. This could mean a delay in China. No one freak out or call me right now. I'll scream at you because I'm so angry and frustrated with my social worker right now that I can't see straight. Please just pray for my peace and my organizational ability and my ability to release this to Father. Thank you.
Also, please pray for my health. I have a head cold which should make our flights super fun.
Also, please pray for my health. I have a head cold which should make our flights super fun.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
The Empire Strikes Back
Daddy, I think I forgot how to put up the shield. Care to refresh my memory?
A tidbit from my childhood since it's 2:30am and I couldn't sleep to save my life... is that I'm a farmer's daughter and in our neck of the woods rain was a blessed, mysterious refreshment not to be taken for granted. I still say when our feet have turned into prunes during the walk across a parking lot that, "this is good for the crops." Only, it's not good when it comes at harvest time and it's not good when it washes seeds away or farmers end up with Buicks in their fields because a road washed out and that's where the cars were carried. Nope, that's not good for the crops at all.
It's been a very wet spring and summer here in Ottawa. A huge chunk of the Midwest is under water right now. I was worried about Ru a few weeks ago because China is experiencing flooding and now her new home is, too. Today our roof leaked into our living room and there's water along the wall in the basement. Did I mention we leave for China in four days and the forecast is for more of the same?
So about that shield. Like all parents who truly love their children, our Mom and Daddy raised us on Star Wars and Star Trek. Shields play an important role in both stories and if you don't already know about that, well, I pity you and am sorry your parents didn't love you. That's a shame.
But back to me. Rain is finicky. It liked other fields better than ours. We'd wake up in the morning to ask Daddy about the night's precipitation because even at an early age, we understood its role in our likelihood to get new Cabbage Patch dolls. The Slemps got rain. Nortons? Rain. Other Farrars living just across the road? Rain. Our little patch of desert? Nope. Nada. And when we asked why this travesty occurred, visions of yarn-haired babies slipping away...Daddy would explain that he'd left the shield up the night before. Oops. The shield was up and the rain couldn't get through.
I think the Empire fiddled with our shield generator because I can't get the darn thing to work at all and the rain, sensing our weakness, is attempting to assimilate us.
A tidbit from my childhood since it's 2:30am and I couldn't sleep to save my life... is that I'm a farmer's daughter and in our neck of the woods rain was a blessed, mysterious refreshment not to be taken for granted. I still say when our feet have turned into prunes during the walk across a parking lot that, "this is good for the crops." Only, it's not good when it comes at harvest time and it's not good when it washes seeds away or farmers end up with Buicks in their fields because a road washed out and that's where the cars were carried. Nope, that's not good for the crops at all.
It's been a very wet spring and summer here in Ottawa. A huge chunk of the Midwest is under water right now. I was worried about Ru a few weeks ago because China is experiencing flooding and now her new home is, too. Today our roof leaked into our living room and there's water along the wall in the basement. Did I mention we leave for China in four days and the forecast is for more of the same?
So about that shield. Like all parents who truly love their children, our Mom and Daddy raised us on Star Wars and Star Trek. Shields play an important role in both stories and if you don't already know about that, well, I pity you and am sorry your parents didn't love you. That's a shame.
But back to me. Rain is finicky. It liked other fields better than ours. We'd wake up in the morning to ask Daddy about the night's precipitation because even at an early age, we understood its role in our likelihood to get new Cabbage Patch dolls. The Slemps got rain. Nortons? Rain. Other Farrars living just across the road? Rain. Our little patch of desert? Nope. Nada. And when we asked why this travesty occurred, visions of yarn-haired babies slipping away...Daddy would explain that he'd left the shield up the night before. Oops. The shield was up and the rain couldn't get through.
I think the Empire fiddled with our shield generator because I can't get the darn thing to work at all and the rain, sensing our weakness, is attempting to assimilate us.
Lasts Clarification
I've had some concerned friends point out that I will certainly put gas in my car again and that I'll have another haircut after Ru gets here. While I may literally need the strength of Samson to be a mom, I do intend to get a trim now and then. My "lasts" post was just a short list of things we're doing for the LAST time before Reagan is actually here.
We will definitely have date nights again. We've been so spoiled having ten very fun, loving years as a married couple. We know we need to slip away for grown up time and we have friends who owe us YEARS of childcare and we intend to cash in and sneak off.
Anyway, just wanted to clarify what I meant.
We will definitely have date nights again. We've been so spoiled having ten very fun, loving years as a married couple. We know we need to slip away for grown up time and we have friends who owe us YEARS of childcare and we intend to cash in and sneak off.
Anyway, just wanted to clarify what I meant.
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