A Letter to ResponsiBoy as We Get Ready to Take Flight.

Hi Sweets, I know you hate it when I call you that.  I can’t help it.  You’ll always be my Sweets.  On Friday, you’ll turn 12-years- old.  This is likely just a few days before we leave for what will undoubtedly be the biggest adventure of your life thus far, though I know there will Read more…

The Stress Nearly Did Me In.

We needed one piece of paper to move Poppy’s adoption forward.  ONE. I am currently holding it in my hand.  I nearly slept with it y’all, but I was afraid I would wrinkle it. Yesterday started the same way most days have started lately, with nearly incessant checking of my email.  Come on I800 approval, Read more…

My Hands Are Tied.

Poppy being fierce

We’re totally stuck.  Immigration isn’t moving AT ALL on Poppy’s paperwork, it’s still stuck in some sort of mailroom limbo.  We’re assured it will be approved as soon as it does make it to her desk, but no one can tell me quite when that will be. In the interim, our adoption agency got an Read more…

No News.

Poppy in Hearts

I don’t have any updates on Poppy.  The U.S. is now dragging its heels a little.  Our paperwork was received at the ‘lockbox’ (basically a giant mail holding tank) at U.S. Immigration (now called USCIS) last Friday, so, five ‘business’ days ago.  Apparently, it takes 10-14 BUSINESS days to get from that lockbox to our Read more…

A Better Me.

FPD and I have always been cognizant about personal fitness, him more so with all his marathon training.  I am a reluctant runner.  I do it to spend time with him and so that I don’t weight 450 lbs.  My problem is in the way I eat.  I feel awful about it.  I am a Read more…