Picture Perfect (Almost)

For two years, I've been trying to get my act together to submit a picture for our local FCC calendar. It's a great calendar featuring Chinese adoptees from all over the world, and last year its sales let our FCC board send oodles of money back to China to help the children still there. It's an amazing thing, and certainly a cause near and dear to my heart.

Until this year, we've been relegated to a spot in the group photo on the back cover because I've never been organized enough to get a photo taken in time. This year, I swore it'd be different. So we scheduled the pix last weekend, only to have Whos I & II wake up with snot all over their faces. Ewww. Green boogies aren't really what I want to see in a beautiful calendar. So we canceled and decided to try again today. Folks, I think we have a winner! Only thing missing from the picture is .... Baby Sister. By now, you've probably figured out it was not the Stork flying in that DHL package, but a Do-Do bird. And now we hear there's no guarantee the stork will fly our way with this next batch of referrals.

Why the uncertainty? We have an LID that's irrelevant because we went on hold for several months (more on that later). And now that we're back in the game, all CCAA will tell our agency is that we're in the matching room. But it's a great mystery as to which group we're with. We could get a phone call next week or next year. Only the CCAA knows, and they're not talking.

Note to CCAA: A little suspense goes a lonnnnnng way in our house. How 'bout a hint? Just a teeny one?

Who (or what) is in a Name?

So who, you ask, are Three Whos? And why is this blog named for them? The answer is elementary, my Dear Watson.

During our wait for darling daughter No. 1, we referred to her as The Who. As in, "Look at the 800th gorgeous dress-she'll-never-wear that I bought for The Who?" Perhaps my inner child was trying to reconnect with Dr. Seuss; maybe I was just caught up in paper pregnancy insanity. But The Who she became, and it stuck.

Eventually, The Who came home and morphed into a name of her own -- and no, it is not Cindy Lou. But then along came a sister, who sat down beside her and annoyed Miss Who all day. Naturally, sister was Who II. Hey, we lack originality.

So it stands to reason -- at least to this addled brain -- that the third, and final, entry in our family Olympics must be (drum roll please ...) WHO III!

I'm sure you were hoping for something scintillating tonight, perhaps a Haiku or even a rhyme worthy of Dr. S himself, but I'm fresh out. Just let the record show there will be NO WHO IV. The sequels are about to end.

We're told there's a DHL package on its way to our agency. But is it the stork, or just a giant Do-Do bird? We hope to know Thursday!

Hitting the Wall

China is calling us -- figuratively, at least. Now, if only our adoption agency would with news that we have a third daughter! We started this journey in May 2005, little knowing that two years later, at the ripe old ages of 45 and 41, we'd still be sitting in traffic (known hereafter as The @!#$!! Wait), desperately trying to reach our destination before we run out of gas. It's been a trip filled with unexpected detours, but it finally looks like the traffic jam is clearing. Wait, look ahead -- is that a STORK I see? Buckle up, kids -- this could get interesting.