<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215</id><updated>2011-08-28T03:12:42.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home4Baby</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-3200015509420925579</id><published>2010-07-21T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:15:05.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.king5.com/news/local/Haiti-orphan-now-at-home-in-Redmond-82552572.html"&gt;Home &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-3200015509420925579?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/3200015509420925579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=3200015509420925579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/3200015509420925579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/3200015509420925579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2010/07/videos.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-2005729441116629660</id><published>2010-02-28T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:05:57.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Story</title><content type='html'>I'm going to try to write down in a few posts what has happened in my life since January 12, 2010. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 12, I was at a meeting for teachers about reading strategies. I had my phone on vibrate but moved early in the meeting as I couldn't see. I left my purse and coat in the chair so I never heard the vibrate go off-it's pretty loud for something that's supposed to be silent:) The meeting was wrapping up about 6:00 pm and as I went to get my stuff, a teacher said that somebody must need to get a hold of me because my phone had gone off over and over again. I thought that was kind of weird, I don't usually get too many phone calls. So I checked my messages and got this text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Know you are heartsick and worried frantic about Haiti tragedy. Thinking of you and praying for Elliott's safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my voicemail said something very similar from another dear friend. I had NO IDEA what these messages were referencing as I had gone right from school to the meeting-no outside contact. I borrowed a computer and went online and saw all the headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can say I have never been so scared in my entire life. Not even when the little plane we were in in the 80's had its landing gear frozen in the up position and the pilot was jerking the plane up and down to try to shake the gear loose. As we flew over and past three airports. That was bad but this was a hundred times worse. It was terror I was feeling and terror is blinding, consuming, adrenaline pumping, mind-numbing horror. All I could do was picture my baby in a pile of rubbish. And I was 3,000 miles away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-2005729441116629660?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/2005729441116629660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=2005729441116629660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/2005729441116629660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/2005729441116629660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-story.html' title='Our Story'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-2885566070518641174</id><published>2010-01-19T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:01:27.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>Elliott MAY get to come  home this week. I am in desperate need of funds to help defray these unexpected costs. Please tell your friends about Elliott and give them my address. I hate to beg for money but I need help.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Julie Enyeart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7377 Old Redmond Rd&lt;br /&gt;Redmond, WA  98052&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-2885566070518641174?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/2885566070518641174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=2885566070518641174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/2885566070518641174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/2885566070518641174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2010/01/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-5471821248315483088</id><published>2010-01-12T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:39:56.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray for Haiti</title><content type='html'>My son and his orphanage are all ok. The building sustained some damage. I haven't heard from all the bloggy friends I follow yet. Please pray for them and everyone in Haiti. What a horribly tragic thing to happen to a horribly tragic country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-5471821248315483088?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/5471821248315483088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=5471821248315483088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/5471821248315483088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/5471821248315483088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-pray-for-haiti.html' title='Please pray for Haiti'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-3651795278492366160</id><published>2010-01-07T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:24:58.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Massage</title><content type='html'>I got a massage tonight. 90 minutes of bliss! My shoulders tend to ride up to my ears and stay there. My shoulders feel much better. My legs feel great too. I bought a membership so that I would get a massage once a month. I now have five or six massages racked up. Not doing so well on the getting a massage once a month schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of myself is something I need to do better. I could use a new pedicure too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-3651795278492366160?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/3651795278492366160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=3651795278492366160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/3651795278492366160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/3651795278492366160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2010/01/massage.html' title='Massage'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-6920873422768151064</id><published>2010-01-06T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:48:03.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is hard!</title><content type='html'>I am totally blank tonight. I thought I wanted to write about Little Man but I don't think I can yet. I don't want to face that he is really not doing well. I just want to enjoy the time he has left until it's time to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's really all I have today. Lame, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-6920873422768151064?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/6920873422768151064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=6920873422768151064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/6920873422768151064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/6920873422768151064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-hard.html' title='This is hard!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-8813780101499754342</id><published>2010-01-05T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:50:25.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I like:</title><content type='html'>fresh baked bread&lt;br /&gt;kitty snuggles&lt;br /&gt;chocolate...of any kind!&lt;br /&gt;books&lt;br /&gt;knitting&lt;br /&gt;my ratty old recliner&lt;br /&gt;puppy breath&lt;br /&gt;baking&lt;br /&gt;movies&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;Elliott's hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I don't like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forwarded emails that threaten you for non-compliance&lt;br /&gt;sending out negative energy into the world (see above!)&lt;br /&gt;mean people&lt;br /&gt;being social in a new setting&lt;br /&gt;peas&lt;br /&gt;lies&lt;br /&gt;socks&lt;br /&gt;Elliott's hand so far from mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-8813780101499754342?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/8813780101499754342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=8813780101499754342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/8813780101499754342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/8813780101499754342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-i-like.html' title='Things I like:'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-2395383179089235362</id><published>2010-01-04T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T06:52:06.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Monday</title><content type='html'>It was sooo hard to get to sleep last night. I was anticipating getting up and getting ready for school and wanting to be well rested...no such luck! I need to figure out how to turn my brain off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo wonderful to be back at school! I love having a schedule and seeing the kids again and hearing about their Christmases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo hard to answer "no new news" to people who asked about Elliott today. I think about him all the time but when someone asks and I have to say "nope, nothing new" it makes my heart a little sad. But my heart would be even sadder if no one asked about him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo awesome to get the home study update in my mailbox today! I just have to send this off to the US Immigration office in Texas to get my i-600a form (the form I need to get the form to get Elliott's passport).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo hard to watch my 18 1/2  year old cat wobble and weave on his legs tonight. When does it go from me keeping him alive with all this medicine and I know he's happy, and when am I keeping him alive selfishly for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is soooooooooo amazingly wonderful talking, writing, thinking about my son. I can't wait to see him again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-2395383179089235362?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/2395383179089235362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=2395383179089235362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/2395383179089235362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/2395383179089235362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2010/01/tired-monday.html' title='Tired Monday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-1863186488369780659</id><published>2010-01-03T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:39:56.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching football</title><content type='html'>I LOVE football. I adored my dad and when I was growing up he loved watching football so I would watch with him. He taught me all about the game. We started watching the Seahawks from the very beginning. I remember Jim Zorn and Steve Largent, what perfection they could be together. I heard Jim Zorn is going to lose his head coaching position with the Washington Redskins and I think that's a shame. I hope someone else gives him a try. I also remember some of the crazy plays they used to run and sometimes they even worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Debbie and I were 21 or 22, we were gifted with tickets when her mom and stepdad couldn't go-great seats and so much fun! I was over the moon in love with Jacob Green. Saw him up close a few times-his neck was as big as a tree trunk. When we didn't have tickets, we would often go to one of the bars next to the King Dome and watch the game with other FWOT's (Fans With Out Tickets). Debbie had gone to high school with one of the cheerleaders so we were on the fringe of the football in-crowd. Often players would come in after the game and that was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to Indiana for grad school, I had to add another favorite team, the Indianapolis Colts. I must say, it's a bit more satisfying to root for the Colts:) But the Seahawks will always be my number one team, win or lose! I could only see one or two Seahawk games a year back there. I'd scour the schedule and try to find a game that would air on tv in Bloomington, IN. Thank goodness for the internet so I could at least find out how the game was going. I also was at Indiana University when Antwaan Randle-El was playing there. The joke used to be that if it was a legal move, then he could just throw the ball and run and catch it himself and we might actually win a game or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football is something I'm very much looking forward to sharing with Elliott. I watch football all day long on Sundays and I can't wait to watch with him. We'll have popcorn and juice, maybe grill hot dogs or hamburgers, and it will be a ritual we share. I think rituals are very important to help us bond as a family. I look forward to creating many rituals with Elliott, from bedtime stories to dinner at the table to watching football. I sure hope he likes it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-1863186488369780659?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/1863186488369780659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=1863186488369780659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/1863186488369780659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/1863186488369780659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2010/01/watching-football.html' title='Watching football'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-7703780540071984772</id><published>2010-01-02T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:12:15.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Like Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter books and movies are among my most favorite things in the world. They are such a great exploration of friendship, bravery, loyalty, and integrity. Harry struggles with doing what is hard because it is the right thing to do and not taking the easy way out. There is a line in Sorcerer's Stone where Professor Dumbledore is giving Neville points because:&lt;br /&gt;"It's one thing to stand up to your enemies, it's another to stand up to your friends." Sometimes Harry finds himself quite alone and has to convince his friends he is doing the right thing. Not that he does the right thing always but he certainly tries his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm wondering tonight how can I try my best? How can I do right now what needs to be done and do my best? How do I do my best when I'm without my boy? I was reading a post about the exhaustion of Christmas and I realized that I crammed so many things into the days up until Christmas that I had no time to think. Then when it was all over, I crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave everyone in my family the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shack&lt;/span&gt;. In it the father describes his pain over losing his daughter as "The Great Sadness". I think I like the book so much because I can relate to that description. I've never had my own child and my body couldn't nurture and grow a baby and that has been part of my Great Sadness. Now that I have actually been to Haiti and held Elliott in my arms, its that intense sadness again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, how do I do my best? How do I define best? When do I give myself a break and when do I need a kick in the *ss? And how do I share that with others when I am almost painfully shy and hate to appear needy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I've decided to try blogging for a year, inspired by the amazing mom bloggers at &lt;a href="http://amylovesdamon.blogspot.com/"&gt;It's About Time&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://clarkmoments.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Clark Circus&lt;/a&gt;. (Hope these links work, I've never tried this before). I want to remember this journey to my son whom I need as much as he needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-7703780540071984772?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/7703780540071984772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=7703780540071984772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/7703780540071984772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/7703780540071984772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-i-like-harry-potter.html' title='Why I Like Harry Potter'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-6571423163701394798</id><published>2010-01-01T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:34:26.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>why adoption from Haiti takes so  long?&lt;br /&gt;why it's so hard to express what I'm feeling?&lt;br /&gt;when I'll go back to Haiti?&lt;br /&gt;who will go with me?&lt;br /&gt;what will I take?&lt;br /&gt;how to ask for donations when I'm so incredibly shy? and I HATE to ask for help?&lt;br /&gt;why do I hate to ask for help?&lt;br /&gt;will I be able to blog every day for a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try! Not entirely sure what I'll be writing about but thought I'd give it a try. So here's blog entry #1 for 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-6571423163701394798?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/6571423163701394798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=6571423163701394798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/6571423163701394798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/6571423163701394798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-2128269395999487771</id><published>2009-12-27T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:41:20.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>I had a lovely but wistful Christmas. Shared my video from Haiti with my family. It was wonderful to watch it again and to have them share in my sweet baby boy. My mom had wrapped a gift that said to Julie and Elliott - our first Christmas gift! Inside was the sweetest little brown baby ornament and a little snowglobe with the letter e inside. I love snowglobes! So precious to have my baby recognized at Christmas. They all enjoyed my Christmas card too:) Wish I could figure out how to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing my boy. Waiting for more paperwork. Trying to finish painting and moving out some furniture to have Elliott's bedroom all ready. Missing my boy. Wishing he were home. Waiting is very, very hard. I am trying to keep busy. Doesn't really help, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-2128269395999487771?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/2128269395999487771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=2128269395999487771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/2128269395999487771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/2128269395999487771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/12/wonderful-christmas-time.html' title='Wonderful Christmas Time'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-4933396132851352074</id><published>2009-12-21T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:11:42.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Baking</title><content type='html'>I had the appointment from you-know-where today and was in a tizzy. So what do I do when I'm in a tizzy? I call my older sister and ask her to come over and bake cookies for Christmas. We made sugar cookies and peanut butter fudge. We also made the dough for these delicious Chocolate Crinkles I found a new recipe for this year. I've also tinkered with it (of course) so they are a bit more dark chocolatey. They have to chill overnight so I'll bake them in the morning. It seems like we made more than that! My kitchen is a disaster and it smells soooooo good in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until next year to bake cookies with Elliott. I hope he likes to bake. I wonder what cookies will become his favorite? I've also wondered if he'll like hot chocolate with marshmallows. His cousins Danny and Travis love it so it will be fun to have the three boys together drinking hot chocolate. I wish I could send him a whole box of yummy Christmas goodies. I know we'll have lots of years to make Christmas memories and I'm looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-4933396132851352074?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/4933396132851352074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=4933396132851352074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/4933396132851352074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/4933396132851352074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-baking.html' title='Christmas Baking'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-913784238338978919</id><published>2009-12-19T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T16:52:47.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such sadness</title><content type='html'>My heart breaks for this couple. It is the fear those of us who have children in orphanages far away that the biological family will return and try to take their bio child back. Please pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://countdowntohomecoming.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-913784238338978919?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/913784238338978919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=913784238338978919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/913784238338978919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/913784238338978919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/12/such-sadness.html' title='Such sadness'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-6932175679387909645</id><published>2009-12-17T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T06:42:12.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;          and I miss my boy. I've been trying to focus on enjoying school and friends and family       but not always successfully. Before I went to Haiti and met Elliott in person, I thought about him quite often but now that I know him, I think about him all the time. ALL THE TIME. I wonder what he is doing, I worry about his health (Elliott has just the usual illnesses of kids in orphanages- a cough, tinea, dry skin), I think about how fun it would be to have him here doing whatever I'm doing at the time. I am trying hard to get another paper filed that should have been filed awhile ago and very worried it will make things slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are the hard things. Here are some of the wonderful things: remembering holding him in my arms while he slept. Listening to his giggle on the video. Looking into his eyes in the pictures. Remembering the feel of his little, tiny hand in mine as he would pull me along to show me something. Happy that he didn't want to share me with the other kids. Looking at bedding and trying to decide how to decorate my son's room. Thinking about how fun it will be next Christmas to share baking and wrapping and decorating with him. Absolutely grateful for the blessing of having a son. Being a mother is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-6932175679387909645?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/6932175679387909645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=6932175679387909645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/6932175679387909645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/6932175679387909645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-almost-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s almost Christmas'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-355984699558267959</id><published>2009-12-14T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:49:35.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti 11-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;object name="Slideshow" id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" align="middle" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/12/haiti-11-09.html' title='Haiti 11-09'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-462190438117417685</id><published>2009-11-30T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T06:45:53.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What was/am I grateful for this year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Being a mama is #1!&lt;/span&gt; The joy I felt holding Elliott is beyond anything I've ever experienced. I just felt so connected to him that at times I thought my heart would just burst with love and happiness. I cannot wait to have him home so we can be a "forever family".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece Jennifer and her husband Rob hosting their first Thanksgiving for the families! I was so proud of her and am so grateful to have her in my life. I love her and Rob so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Logan&lt;/span&gt;-the baby of Jennifer and Rob. I love seeing the world through his eyes. Everything is an adventure and life is to be lived full on. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Logan&lt;/span&gt; is bright, curious, sweet, and smart. It sometimes feels a bit strange having a great-nephew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; being a new mama! I can't wait for these two to meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Garrett&lt;/span&gt;. What can I say about the boy who has my heart? My nephew is smart and funny and helpful and kind and sassy and awesome. I have loved every weekend we have spent together for the past four years. He is Jennifer's little brother and I love them both so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; whom I too often take for granted and forget to enjoy her and appreciate all that she has done for me and my sisters. I love her very much and am glad she is part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend/cousin &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Debbie&lt;/span&gt; and her family. She helps me keep my perspective, shares her love and her family, and helps me laugh at myself and at life! She has two beautiful children and a handsome husband, all of whom I also adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sheri&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;. What can you say about sisters? They know everything about me from childhood. They remind me of my many foibles and idiosyncrasies (ie: using big words!!) from when I was young and help me remember to be grateful for all we had growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My almost a grown man nephew &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lucas&lt;/span&gt;. He is quiet and smart and kind and solid. He has a great sense of humor and I am so glad he is my nephew. We don't spend as much time together as we did when he was young. Amazing how busy teenagers are these days! I have great faith in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lucas&lt;/span&gt; and know he will be an accomplished and wonderful adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I miss him every day. When you've had unconditional, always there, solid as a rock love, its hard not to miss that and feel that loss. This is especially true of the holidays. He never even knew &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Garrett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and how sad is that for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;dad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Garrett&lt;/span&gt;? I love it when we tell &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Papa &lt;/span&gt;stories when we get together and keep his memory alive for all of us, even those who know him only through our stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who recognizes my frailties and loves me anyway. I have a hard time being a shout it from the rooftops person but I know that the universe is an amazing and wonderful place and am happy to praise &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in my own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you grateful for? I'd love to hear from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-462190438117417685?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/462190438117417685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=462190438117417685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/462190438117417685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/462190438117417685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-501948418741552365</id><published>2009-11-17T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:13:12.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my son!</title><content type='html'>Back from Haiti!&lt;br /&gt;What a trip. I absolutely loved meeting Elliott. We got to the orphanage and they brought him to me in the baby room. I will always remember seeing him in the doorway. He came in and he came right to me. It was really wonderful. He is charming, sweet, laid-back, wants me to himself, loves to lead me around, likes to be held, likes to jabber. When he is trying to repeat something I'm saying, he'll bob his head and tap his feet at the same time. He has a sweet laugh and his eyes are like pools of deep chocolate. I could stare at him for hours (and did, while he was sleeping). It was magical and amazing. I feel very much like a mom now, more so than I've ever felt before. The days were kind of a routine, meals and naps. He had preschool in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled to be traveling with Marty and Daniela and their son. They were visiting their daughter who is a year and a half old. They were an amazing family and helped me so much with everything. It was great to have their support! Elliott and I will have to go visit them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to my pix on Shutterfly. Go down to the photo book and click on the single page view in the upper right corner. username: petsrgr8t@gmail.com password: Tootsie6 **OR TRY password: elliott09  You shouldn't need it but just in case! Hope it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elliotthaiti09.shutterfly.com/"&gt;http://elliotthaiti09.shutterfly.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-501948418741552365?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/501948418741552365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=501948418741552365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/501948418741552365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/501948418741552365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/11/meet-my-son.html' title='Meet my son!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-1538112555185060023</id><published>2009-11-07T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:04:21.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>I woke up very early, at my usual time today but as I had last looked at the clock around midnight, it was too early!! The cats were being their usual selves but it felt extra obnoxious. So I ignored them and went back to sleep. I had meant to be at the driver licensing office by 8:30 but decided to check my bank account. Ack!! Over $500 is missing. Are you kidding me? Right before I'm going out of the country? I called Bank-not-of-@merica and asked about my missing trip money. They don't know what I'm talking about. They want me to print out all my records and bring them in. Again, are you kidding me? Like I have time for that today? So I said no, I'd take care of it later. Got showered, dressed, fixed my hair and makeup for my picture and as I was getting into my car trying to protect my makeup in the pouring rain, managed to practically knock my self out, I hit my head so hard. Instant headache. Lump on my forehead (under the hair so it won't show in the picture-golly, I'm vain!) that throbbed most of the day. So I drove to get my license and went in to wait. And wait. And wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day went better. Went to Costco, got some supplies for Elliott's orphanage, some snacks for us, and pictures for his bed. Now I'm working on washing all my clothes and trying to decide just what to pack. I have to be somewhat dressed for winter as I am leaving from Seattle but it was 90 degrees and 87% humidity Wednesday in Haiti. Hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just going to focus on one step at a time tonight and pray for sleep. I can't wait to see Elliott!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-1538112555185060023?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/1538112555185060023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=1538112555185060023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/1538112555185060023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/1538112555185060023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-2731595326643327168</id><published>2009-11-05T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:17:45.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting4Haiti</title><content type='html'>Oh boy, time sure plays funny tricks. Sometimes it feels like these last few days before I leave for Haiti are going so fast I am panicking because there aren't enough hours in the day. Then other times it feels like time is in very slow motion. I know Sunday evening is going to come very quickly and it will seem very surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time next week I'll have been with my son (I do so LOVE to write that) for three days. I just can't wait to kiss those cheeks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-2731595326643327168?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/2731595326643327168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=2731595326643327168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/2731595326643327168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/2731595326643327168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/11/waiting4haiti.html' title='Waiting4Haiti'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-4033134831509852252</id><published>2009-11-03T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:20:26.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days until Miami, 7 days until Haiti</title><content type='html'>I am so nervous, excited, and scared. My brain is having a REALLY hard time shutting off and going to sleep so I'll update instead. I fly to Miami on the red-eye Sunday night, spend Monday night in Miami, and then fly to Haiti Tuesday morning. I am going with another family I will meet at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I got my hair done because being even blonder will help me fit right in...NOT! But my roots were driving me crazy and I was vain enough not to want our pictures of our first meeting to have roots in my hair. Gack! Just writing that sentence down makes me seem so shallow:) I do have other things on my mind, like what the heck to pack. I got a passport holder that goes around my neck, a travel bag for the shower, and some bug spray with DEET. Yep, DEET, the stuff that's really bad for you. But it's that or get malaria from the mosquitoes. I tried some on my wrist to make sure I'm not allergic and this one doesn't even have much of a smell. Now I'm trying to decide if I want to check the weather reports, as its still hurricane season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all the packing questions and making sure I have everything I need, there's the what is going to happen when I see Elliott for the first time? Will he cry? What is he going to think when this white lady he's never seen before wants to hold him and tell him she loves him? Will he laugh and play with me? Will he get some idea of just how much he is loved? How much I think of him, every day, every hour? Will he know that I believe God has brought us together? Will I overwhelm him with my own emotions? Will he feel the healing he has already brought to my heart after 20 years of wanting a child? What the hell am I going to do when I have to say good-bye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell. And if you read this, please send a prayer our way for us to connect and have a wonderful time together. Please say a prayer for my safe journey. I am grateful, oh so grateful, for this amazing and joyous experience. Blessings to all who read this! Peace be with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-4033134831509852252?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/4033134831509852252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=4033134831509852252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/4033134831509852252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/4033134831509852252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-days-to-miami-7-days-to-haiti.html' title='5 days until Miami, 7 days until Haiti'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-5787270380731836142</id><published>2009-10-26T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:49:46.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elliott is 2 today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/SuZQ3O5nCVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XLRp4-Y3rpI/s1600-h/happy+bday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 47px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/SuZQ3O5nCVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XLRp4-Y3rpI/s320/happy+bday.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397090113272875346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/SuZQ3QJI-aI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5ODroqvwLjs/s1600-h/elliott.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 76px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/SuZQ3QJI-aI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5ODroqvwLjs/s320/elliott.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397090113606449570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliott's birthday is today. I've been just a whirlwind of emotions. Looking forward to all the birthdays we will have together. Wondering what his birth was like. I know it was at home. Happy to have a son whose birthday I can celebrate. Desperately sad that he's not here to wish him happy birthday, make him a cake, shower him with presents, and hug him and tell him how much he is loved. Thankful that we are in Parquet, I never thought we would be here so fast. Thankful that he is only two and I'll have lots of time to read to him and help him get caught up. But I'd rather have all these lovely, mixed emotions because they mean I'm almost a mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please consider donating to Elliott's orphanage. Here's the URL:&lt;br /&gt;http://chances4childrendonations.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a food box drive but checks are always gladly accepted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-5787270380731836142?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/5787270380731836142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=5787270380731836142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/5787270380731836142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/5787270380731836142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/10/elliott-is-2-today.html' title='Elliott is 2 today!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/SuZQ3O5nCVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XLRp4-Y3rpI/s72-c/happy+bday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-6177799794171821021</id><published>2009-10-05T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:10:01.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti, Here I come!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally going to Haiti to meet my son! I am so excited! I'm really nervous, too. I've been reading through blogs of other adoptive parents and I know that I can't expect too much at first. I'm a stranger to Elliott, after all. It's funny, because I look at his pictures all the time and he is on my mind all the time. My heart is so full of love for him and he really feels like my son, yet he has no idea who I am except for some pictures. I am excited to meet Elliott so he can know me. And I also just cannot wait to hold him and kiss those cheeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-6177799794171821021?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/6177799794171821021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=6177799794171821021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/6177799794171821021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/6177799794171821021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/10/haiti-here-i-come.html' title='Haiti, Here I come!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-7500296193612684412</id><published>2009-08-21T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:44:01.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/So8-il3c6tI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1n1wJ9w5Dxc/s1600-h/P8160381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/So8-il3c6tI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1n1wJ9w5Dxc/s320/P8160381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372581644477459154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/So8-iNQOchI/AAAAAAAAAIs/oROLiSk5dvM/s1600-h/P8160379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/So8-iNQOchI/AAAAAAAAAIs/oROLiSk5dvM/s320/P8160379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372581637870481938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been forever since I posted but I was feeling like I had not much to say. Elliott's dossier is in IBESR now-yippee!! We moved to step two rather quickly. This is the step that can take quite long-two months to over a year. So let's pray for quick movement and smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliott is twenty-two months old now. He weighs 22.5 lbs. He is almost 28 inches tall. He is learning to feed himself. I've posted some new pix-he is looking so much more like a little boy and not a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my heart just aches to bring him home. At night I think about all the things we could be doing right now, reading him a book before bed, nighttime kisses, waiting to listen to him fall asleep.  Then I plan out a typical summer morning for us, Elliott waking up and running into my room, climbing on the bed and saying Mama, Mama, wake up! And I'll smile at him and say Good Morning, Sunshine! (My Aunt Sandy used to say that to us when I would spend the night and I loved it.) Then we would wander out to the kitchen and fix breakfast and plan the rest of our day together. Sometimes my daydreams are all that give me hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-7500296193612684412?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/7500296193612684412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=7500296193612684412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/7500296193612684412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/7500296193612684412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-big-boy.html' title='My Big Boy'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/So8-il3c6tI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1n1wJ9w5Dxc/s72-c/P8160381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-5144185926434302531</id><published>2009-07-05T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:09:42.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>I spent the 4th of July with one of my favorite families; my cousin, her husband and their two precious sons. Their neighborhood out in the country does a bang-up job of shooting off fireworks. This year we got to enjoy the view from their new (and beautiful) front porch. We talked about many things but what was especially nice was to talk about Elliott/Dimy and hope that he will be with us by the next 4th of July. Here are some of our thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will he like the fireworks or will the noise scare him?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has he ever seen fireworks before?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Won't it be fun to see him play with D. and T.?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will he be home by then? I hope and pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Please pray for speedy paperwork processing and for Elliott/Dimy to know how very much his mama loves him and that there are lots of people who already love him as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-5144185926434302531?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/5144185926434302531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=5144185926434302531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/5144185926434302531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/5144185926434302531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-1316692540229971426</id><published>2009-07-02T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:37:30.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/Sk2nIOKrbsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1zXpqF5A4ps/s1600-h/DImy+being+fed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/Sk2nIOKrbsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1zXpqF5A4ps/s320/DImy+being+fed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354119291697065666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/Sk2mv2PPBbI/AAAAAAAAAII/QSvaEoTXqPc/s1600-h/IMG_3110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/Sk2mv2PPBbI/AAAAAAAAAII/QSvaEoTXqPc/s320/IMG_3110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354118872956863922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few new pix of Elliot/Dimy. Here's what the  mom who took the pictures had to say about him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dimy is one chubby happy baby. He reminded me of a teddy bear. He was gone for appointments for most of the time that we were there, but we were able to spend some time with him and snap a few pics of him at meal time just before we left. He is super happy and smiley and he’s huge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he would smile for the camera! Only one pic from when he was really little is he smiling. Oh well, it was lovely to hear about him and see new pix. I'm also not sure what appointments he was going to but I know that they have to take the babies to Port-Au-Prince to do legal paperwork sometimes so I'm hoping that means his paperwork is going smoothly. I haven't heard ANYTHING from C4C or the creche since late May and am really aching to know how far we are in the process. I still need to send in my paperwork to the FBI so they can fingerprint me although since I've been a teacher in two different states, I've been fingerprinted many times already. The redundancy of the paperwork is a bit trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my little guy and think of him all day. He is never far from my thoughts. I want him home so very badly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-1316692540229971426?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/1316692540229971426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=1316692540229971426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/1316692540229971426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/1316692540229971426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/Sk2nIOKrbsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1zXpqF5A4ps/s72-c/DImy+being+fed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-3356413606867045747</id><published>2009-06-23T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:55:11.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime...</title><content type='html'>And the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;livin&lt;/span&gt;' is easy...or so goes the song. I'm one of those weirdos who don't really like summer vacation. It's too long! I like structure and routine. I like school! I wish we had year round school with two week breaks and then a five week break in summer. It's an anachronistic schedule that no longer serves us well, especially the students I serve. I'm a Title I teacher and so I teach reading to struggling students. They would be so much better served in a year round model. It really is better for all the kids. There are some very innovative programs out there and I hope we start moving towards a better model for our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No new news on Elliott/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dimy&lt;/span&gt;. Children are coming home from the creche and new babies are being admitted so that means more and more children &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;are moving&lt;/span&gt; through the Haitian adoption maze. He is never far from my mind, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-3356413606867045747?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/3356413606867045747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=3356413606867045747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/3356413606867045747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/3356413606867045747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/06/summertime.html' title='Summertime...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-6643316212654224284</id><published>2009-06-02T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:13:10.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I am finding it a bit easier to think of "my son". It is starting to feel more natural. I carry pix with me wherever I go and show him off. I am on a forum for families adopting from the same creche (orphanage) and was sent a story about Dimy that just melted my heart. A little girl was in the crib next to him and her parents were leaving and saying goodbye and she was crying. Dimy reached over and patted her on the head as if to say "it's ok". I have heard from quite a few families who have met him and they all say he is so sweet. I can't wait to meet him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer was acting up last night and so this is a continuation of last evening's post. I was on the forum again today (surprise, surprise!) and one of the other moms posted that she was in Haiti right now to pick up her son and she would go and check on Dimy! Then she posted again and said he is WALKING!! Yeah! I was a little worried since he wasn't walking two months ago. Dimy came right up to her and let her hold him and kiss him. She said he sat down next to another baby and was rubbing that baby's back. I love these stories about him. I am so excited. And to hear about him being so caring to the other children, that is so awesome in so many ways. Attachment can be an issue for many of these children and this shows that he can care for others. I also love knowing that he observes the world around him and reacts in a loving way. I feel so very, very blessed. I really just have so much love in my heart for him and it grows every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-6643316212654224284?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/6643316212654224284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=6643316212654224284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/6643316212654224284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/6643316212654224284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-85924597916028149</id><published>2009-05-24T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:00:29.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are a family!</title><content type='html'>Good, great, exciting, surreal news-baby Dimy is mine and I am his! He is 19 months old and so cute. i got the paperwork last week and its taken me a week or so to write about it because it has taken awhile to sink in. I'm getting more comfortable saying "my son" and I really think he looks like an Elliot so I am calling him that as well. I wish I could go pcik him up tomorrow but it will still be a year or so before I can bring him home. I manot sure if I'll be able to go and meet him this summer or not. My dossier has to be in IBESR (like DSHS here) before I can go. I'm just so anxious to hold him and talk to him and let him know how much I love him and what life will belike for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rearranging my condo and making a room for him. I've started knitting a baby blanket, just a really simple patterna nd three colors-chocolate, blue, and green. I am also moving and painting all kinds of things here and will probably need a good part of the summer to finish everything I want to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I wait again but knowing my baby is waiting for me makes it so much better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-85924597916028149?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/85924597916028149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=85924597916028149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/85924597916028149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/85924597916028149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-family.html' title='We are a family!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-7688968451285699582</id><published>2009-05-06T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:10:15.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now we wait...</title><content type='html'>That's the royal we-I'm including all my family and friends. I FINALLY have all the glitches fixed. I had to send five documents to the state to be authenticated (they have to certify that the notary is a real notary) then off to Chicago again so the Haitian consulate can register the documents. This is the same path all of my other documents have gone down. I got them back and sent them to Chances for Children office in Portland, OR. From there they go to Haiti! So I can only pray that they pick me and will let my little boy and I be matched forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Mother's Day coming up-wouldn't that be a lovely present?I have ignored Mother's Day for about six or so years, ever since my hysterectomy. I am planning to hang out with my family this year. We are going to the zoo, if it doesn't rain, and then to Jennifer and Rob's for dinner. It should be fun! I love the zoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-7688968451285699582?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/7688968451285699582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=7688968451285699582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/7688968451285699582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/7688968451285699582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-now-we-wait.html' title='And now we wait...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-7376246175470846456</id><published>2009-04-17T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:28:12.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dossier COMPLETED</title><content type='html'>Wow, I think this has been the most stressful two weeks of my life. My dossier has over 100 pages! I got everything back from the Haitian Consulate in Chicago and then had to copy everything eight times. It all had to be sorted into the perfect order and the copies had to be as well. My friend Cheryl from school went through the originals and the first copy to make sure it was in order. We found three errors! I had looked through those papers so many times. So then I got it sent to my adoption counselor in Montana. Overnight express! She then looked through everything and found two papers I hadn't done correctly and she needed them today! So I scrambled around and again, people were beyond helpful and I got the papers done. I have to send the originals to a different person who will then send the COMPLETED dossier to Haiti. I should know if this little boy is mine within the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only thank God for the blessings I have been given these last two weeks. I have been abundantly blessed by the kindness of strangers and friends these last two weeks. I have often joked with God that I don't need a brick upside the head to pay attention and listen, but sometimes God still has to whack me a time or two. If I ever had any doubts about adoption or this baby, they are completely gone. When God makes everything go so smoothly it is up to me to give thanks and understand the messages God is sending. Faith has gotten me through these weeks and months and I am grateful to be able to rely on my faith to get me through whatever is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some big thank you's to:&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl, Jessica, Debbie, and Jennifer for listening and encouraging me.&lt;br /&gt;The people in Washington state's Apostile office for returning my documents the next day.&lt;br /&gt;The Haitian Consulate.&lt;br /&gt;Pam and Lorraine at the ISD admin office.&lt;br /&gt;My adoption counselor Cyndi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-7376246175470846456?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/7376246175470846456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=7376246175470846456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/7376246175470846456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/7376246175470846456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/04/dossier-completed.html' title='Dossier COMPLETED'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-2787792698817160289</id><published>2009-04-05T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:14:29.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy? A BOY!</title><content type='html'>This must be what it feels to find out you are pregnant but it's very early and you don't know if the baby will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. I MAY have a baby! A baby boy! I know, I've always wanted a girl but when my adoption &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;counselor&lt;/span&gt; called and told me about a two month old baby boy it just seemed right. The first orphanage I was going through remembered me and asked for me. I had switched orphanages because my adoption counselor recommended I try Foyer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sion&lt;/span&gt; because Chances 4 Children had all their children matched and it would take much longer to get a match through them. I hustled and sent papers off and the papers came back super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fast&lt;/span&gt; and the dossier is complete! I am sending a slew of papers to the Haitian consulate in Chicago. I am sending the I-600a form off soon as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the baby boy...I cannot believe how wonderfully right this feels. I believe God has made this happen for me for a reason and I was supposed to be open and ready for a child, boy or girl. I am absolutely over the moon happy! I can't wait to be a mom. This  makes it feel even more real. I won't know for a week or two if this baby boy is definitely mine. Once he is I am going to be planning a trip to Haiti as soon as I can. I've got names and colors to think about and my cousin gave me her changing table. I will have to get some boy color yarn to make a blanket! Please keep me and my baby boy in your thoughts and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-2787792698817160289?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/2787792698817160289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=2787792698817160289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/2787792698817160289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/2787792698817160289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/04/boy-boy.html' title='A Boy? A BOY!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-500171048238178953</id><published>2009-02-06T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:13:49.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait to be matched! ALL the documents are completely done. I am so anxious to have a picture! I have dreamt about her for so long and really wonder what she will look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is great but I've noticed that it is a much more fun now when other people have babies at school (you know what I mean!). When I first came back I couldn't even go to a baby shower. I would just buy a gift. Now I can actually go and have fun! There are so many cute babies from our staff. I love listening to the moms talk and just soaking up all the wisdom and the funny stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try posting some pix of me and the kitties. More later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-500171048238178953?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/500171048238178953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=500171048238178953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/500171048238178953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/500171048238178953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-wait-to-be-matched-all-documents.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-835284343275147244</id><published>2009-01-14T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:10:35.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just waiting</title><content type='html'>I now have every piece of paperwork except for one. I am dying to get this show on the road! I want a baby so much. I have bought a few things to keep my spirits up in anticipation of getting the baby. Oddly enough, they are for me. I bought a chest of drawers and a queen headboard from a wonderful unfinished furniture shop that went out of business so had some great deals. I will buy a queen mattress as soon as the kids move out. I want to have a big bed so the baby can sleep with me at the beginning. I was planning to paint them but the wood is so beautiful I think I'm just going to put a finish coat on it. I also bought a 7 ft bookcase. I will use my other bookcase that is long and very open to put in the baby's room and use baskets for her clothes and stuff. It really does help to be making plans and creating spaces for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to get some pix up of the kitties and the condo soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-835284343275147244?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/835284343275147244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=835284343275147244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/835284343275147244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/835284343275147244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-waiting.html' title='Just waiting'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-4769682751932485879</id><published>2008-08-22T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:49:14.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The process to adopt is quite lengthy and complex. I have two sets of paperwork to get through, my home study and my dossier. As I said before, the home study is nearing completion and I now have only three more items for the dossier. Feels great to be moving along again!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I bought my first baby girl outfit yesterday. I have some really pretty things my cousin/best friend Debbie gave me but this was my first actual purchase. It is an adorable sleeveless dress with matching shoes. If its cold when she can wear it I can put a long sleeve shirt underneath. It was so much fun to buy something! It takes little things like this to keep my hopes up as the process can be disheartening. So I bought a little outfit and worked on my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-4769682751932485879?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/4769682751932485879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=4769682751932485879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/4769682751932485879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/4769682751932485879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2008/08/process-to-adopt-is-quite-lengthy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339383978973554215.post-4780660207500150941</id><published>2008-08-14T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:39:21.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I finally have all the paperwork for my home study done. Now the social worker and the adoption counselor have to review everything and then it goes to Haiti! I am so anxious to be matched to my little girl. I just know she's out there waiting for me to find her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4339383978973554215-4780660207500150941?l=waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/feeds/4780660207500150941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4339383978973554215&amp;postID=4780660207500150941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/4780660207500150941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4339383978973554215/posts/default/4780660207500150941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waiting4baby-haiti.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-finally-have-all-paperwork-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910277925038634694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-FX4lXUKfo/TNGg5jnKoGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CGMDdvUG2l0/S220/P1000366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
