Friday Funny

Hope everyone has a great day!

Ab Fab

My lovely wife, Abby, is FABULOUS! I have to give her all the credit for all-things-nursery. Everything in that room has been picked out by her -- the furniture, bedding, paint colors, wall decor, etc.....and it's finally paid off. With the help of Google, we were noticed by Creative Baby Nursery Rooms. And now our room has been posted on their site. Check it out here. I'll never doubt her again (on painting). We're going to hang more art on the walls tonight. We'll post pics soon. Very Impressive, Boo!

We're huge in Dubai

That's right. Our t-shirt is huge in Dubai. Thanks to Julie for helping make it so popular. (There's a great shot of Julie wearing our shirt in Dubai....but since they are out of the country we'll wait for permission to post the photo. I'm learning Blog etiquette.) 7,990 miles from Springfield to Addis Ababa. 1,559 miles from Dubai to Addis Ababa. 6431 miles down....Good luck, guys!

On a personal note, I hate to break it to everyone, but I caved in yesterday. That's right. I joined Facebook!!! The pressure was just too much. So many people telling me how great it was. Hearing what I was missing out on. The curiosity of who was out there that wanted to be my friend. I joined February 18 @ 10:18am. I deleted my account February 18 @ 10:25am. SEVEN MINUTES....that's all I lasted. I couldn't handle the pressure. (I'd like to thank my lovely wife for calling me a particular name and making me snap out of my Facebook slip-up.)

Painting: Part II

Yes! We are done painting! Don't get me wrong; it was fun and all, but now it's even more fun to walk into the nursery and daydream. It was a very sweet Valentine's Day this year because all day long we painted. And didn't get into one single fight. Now, that is true love. Our "accent" wall definitely turned out for the best with both of us working on it, with our respective talents and strengths. I couldn't manage to put the tape in the right place without Roger constantly reminding me and he couldn't -- well, anyway, I love him dearly so I won't bother to point out his shortcomings. It was definitely a process but so much fun to work on together. Okay, anyway, on to the pictures! The nursery is not fully complete, so I will just post pictures of the square wall and the bedding (by popular demand).

What we started with

The squares look crooked in the below picture, but I swear they are perfectly straight. I think it's just a bad camera angle.

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Quick updates:

1. We are still waiting...and we'll probably be waiting for months. Sorry we don't have any great/exciting news, but this is the waiting part. Waiting for a referral is probably the most boring part of the whole adoption process. It's exciting at the beginning because you have a list of 1000+ things you have to do, and when people ask how it's going you can tell them that you've done #786 on the list of things to do (copy of birth certificates) and that you're making progress. Then you get all the paperwork done and get in line. Where we are....waiting. Trust me, when we hear/know something you will know! Until then, feel free to keep asking. We'll tell you the same thing....Still waiting. On a good note, we are coming up on 2 months of waiting....still a long way to go, but these 2 months have gone by fast.
   
2. We had a fun "meeting" in Branson last week with all kinds of families that have adopted internationally. And I will never look at a chocolate fountain the same way. It's amazing that double-dipping is socially acceptable until someone tells you that it's not socially acceptable. Whatever. If I want to dip a nutter-butter in chocolate, take a bite, then dip it in chocolate again, I say I can. If my pal Caden can do it, then I can too. (Thanks to Jamie Jo and Andy for opening their house...again and again and again.)
   
   
   
3. At the meeting I got to hang out with Gabby....always a highlight for me. Abby calls her my girlfriend. That might be a little much, but it is scary how much this little girl just melts my heart. I can't imagine how protective I will be someday of a daughter. Until then I've got the Rwandan princess, Gabby.



4. This past weekend Abby and I finished up painting the nursery. OK, Abby finished up and I just did what she told me to do. She'll be blogging about that soon.....
5. Thanks to The Today Show crew (Matt & Meredith) for riding with us to the Branson meeting. Who knew Mazzio's was still in business?!?!?
6. Looks like we are getting our "travel shots" tomorrow....or so my wife informed me today. Yippee. Lots of needles and lots of money out of my pocket. Two of my favorite things. Figured I'd type tonight in case I can't move my arms tomorrow. Stay tuned....
7. And finally, on a completely unrelated topic: If you go see He's Just Not That Into You and you decide to upsize to a large soda because it's only $0.50 more (with free refills), you do NOT have to go get a free refill just because they are free! Let's just say I don't remember the last 30+ minutes of the movie because I was trying to do everything I could not to pee myself. But I made it to the end....

I'd like to finish with this.....I was going to apologize that this blog doesn't have more to do with adoption than it does. But I'm not going to apologize. Because while we may not be blogging about adoption (seriously, how many times can you type "WAITING") we are blogging about our life right now --- and everything we do is somehow wrapped around the idea of adoption. So, thanks for reading. Thanks for commenting. And thanks for your thoughts and prayers. Speaking of thoughts and prayers....Keep the Neals in yours! They are flying from Atlanta to Dubai right now. And I've got to be honest, if I wasn't sitting on my bed with my two puppies and my lovely wife beside me, that's the only other place I would want to be right now...on my way to Ethiopia to meet my child.

Omaha....and Ethiopian Food

First of all, sorry for the mass download of blog posts from us lately. If you're keeping current with our blog, I applaud your tenacity! I think being called fabulous and all has maybe inflated mine and Roger's ego and now we're super-inspired to blog even more! Or maybe we've just had some blog-worthy stuff going on in our life lately. I'm not sure.

Anyway, since it's already Thursday, I thought I should probably get around to writing about our very fun weekend in Omaha so as not to give our friends Josh and Sara the impression it wasn't a momentous and enjoyable time that we had with them. Because it SO was. Josh and Sara get the Most Supportive Friends Award because -- wait for it -- they went to an Ethiopian restaurant with us and shared our first experience eating Ethiopian food!!! And they aren't even adopting from Ethiopia (gasp)!! And it was so fun and hilarious and I will remember it forever. Roger and I had Googled "Ethiopian restaurants Omaha" last week in the off chance there might be one, and low and behold there was. Obviously Springfield is not the cultural epicenter of the Midwest, so we were totally going to take advantage of traveling to a bigger city. I called up Sara on Wednesday or Thursday and informed her of our exciting discovery and how we really wanted to try it, and she was all for it......until I gave her the address of the restaurant. I detected a slight decrease in her enthusiasm, but she was still very supportive and said if we wanted to go, they would totally go with us. Then we get to their house on Friday afternoon and we're discussing our plans for the weekend and the restaurant comes up again. At that point Sara's husband Josh pretty much flat out told us we were not going to go because it wasn't a safe part of town. I told him I kind of expected that and I was sure it would be fine. After all, I had read two raving reviews online, so it had to be great; right? Josh agreed that we would at least "drive by" so as to see for ourselves that we probably wouldn't want to get out of the car. Well, guess what? We checked it out (in broad daylight), it looked perfectly safe, and it was great. Well, as great as eating Ethiopian food for the first time can be. As we were walking into the restaurant I was giggling like a little girl I was so excited. I felt like you do right before you ride a big roller coaster; excited and nervous at the same time. The lady who waited on us was the restaurant owner and she so sweet and beautiful and helpful, truly. I think she may have thought we were complete idiots when we were ordering because we ordered like four huge different dishes, which was of course too much food, but we all wanted to try everything. And it was very reasonably priced so it was no big deal for us to do it that way. She was so nice and explained what everything was on the menu. Even though the menu had pictures, that still of course didn't help us out any because we know nothing about Ethiopian food, except injera which we knew was some type of bread. So we had plenty of food that we all loved trying and commenting on. The only "negative" part of our dining experience was when I took a bite out of a whole hard-boiled egg covered in a red spicy sauce and Roger about threw up. And that was only negative for Roger because we all thought it was hysterical he was so freaked out by it. Eggs have always weirded him out and I knew he would react that way, so that may or may not have been my incentive for trying the egg. Roger and I also drank mango juice with our meal to be even more "authentic." It smelled like tomatoes, but tasted like mangoes. The other very cool thing about this restaurant is it was attached to East African Grocery. After we ate, we wandered over there up and down the aisles and it was full of Ethiopian goods, like ghee and sesame candy and dried lentils and a bunch of other stuff I know nothing about. As we were wandering around looking totally out of place, oohing and aahing over everything, Roger was totally caught staring at a very beautiful Ethiopian girl, who was probably in her mid-20s. Seriously, I'm a little worried I might go over to Ethiopia and come home with a child minus one husband. As he was blatantly staring at her, she asked him if he was a student and he totally looked like a deer in headlights. He didn't even answer her at first because he was so caught off guard. Apparently she thought we looked out of place and that was her best guess for why were there. Since Roger was still stammering around, I jumped in and explained to her that we were adopting a baby from Ethiopia, and she kind of looked at us for a minute and then said, "Oh," with a combination of surprise/indifference, if that makes any sense. And that was that. I am so intrigued by what Ethiopian people think of white families adopting children from their home country. Anyway, it was a great experience and so much fun. The restaurant also had a TV showing an Ethiopian channel that consisted of music videos of people doing Ethiopian dances and singing songs. Very interesting. Like I said before, it was a great experience and so much fun. I am definitely looking forward to eating Ethiopian food again, now that I have a better idea of what it is.


The rest of the weekend consisted of a little shopping, some more great eating, a hockey game that I didn't watch any of because I was too busy talking, and tons of great conversation. Sara and I have been friends since we were about 13, so we have that special knack that all lifelong friends have of picking up exactly where we left off, no matter how long it's been since we last saw each other. Relationships like that are so precious. There's nothing more comforting and fun than spending time with a friend who has known you your whole life, who totally gets who you are because they know your whole story, who has shared your excitement and happiness over the wonderful times in life and also knows your struggles and heartbreaks. I even told Sara I was going to blog a photo of us together from 1995 (sexy hair, stick legs, matching Garner jackets, and all) just to demonstrate how long we've been friends, but since I'm so technologically inept, that will have to wait for another day. Josh and Roger get along so great, which is awesome because when you get married and your friends get married, you're never quite sure how everyone will get along. Of course, Roger is the social chairperson in this marriage, so it's rare for Roger to meet anyone who he doesn't like and vice versa. I also was very proud of myself and only bought 2 baby things all weekend. I'm supposedly on a baby clothes spending freeze, but it was such a great deal I couldn't pass it up!

(Dinner at Mark's, a restaurant in midtown Omaha)

(Olli, Josh & Sara's sweet dog who I totally get a kick out of since I had a Schnauzer growing up)

(At our Ethiopian feast)

(Couldn't have said it any better myself!)

Last Day...

As we were having dinner with the in-laws tonight (mark & erin), I realized that today's date is February 11th. Yes, I knew it was February 11th all day, but tonight is when I realized there is actually a little significance with the 11th of the month. The "US" picture on the left was taken September 11th, 2008. Our great friend, and tech-wizard Matt Spindler invited me and Abby to go to the Cardinals vs. Cubs game @ Busch Stadium. We had awesome seats (thanks, Matt), ate and drank for free (thanks, Matt) and had the times of our lives. Again, thanks, Matt! It was a rare night when Abby and I actually carried our camera with us and used it. There are lots of great shots from that night, but this is by far my favorite. (Duh, that's why we used it as our "US" photo.)

I remember driving to St. Louis on September 11th. Abby and I had found out exactly a week earlier that the first round of IVF didn't work. So the whole way up there we were discussing if/when we would do the second round of IVF. The drive to STL is 220+ miles, which isn't bad unless you do it over and over again, week after week. Driving home on the 12th we both decided that we did our one and only round of IVF. The time and drive were just too much. Not to mention the emotional (and physical, on Abby) toll it took.

So I consider September 11th the "Last Day". September 11th, 2008, is officially the last day I had zero thoughts about adoption. It's the last day my mind went without having a single thought about Ethiopia. It's the last day Abby and I tried to control everything. Since that day all we've talked about is Adoption. Since that day all we've thought about is Ethiopia. Since that day we have Let Go and Let God.

September 12th is the day we decided no more IVF! September 12th is the day my mom Louanna (aka: "Mom-Wasson," "Mom," "Lou") told us about an adoption fundraiser that her friend Julie (aka: "Rob's wife," "Caden's Mom," "Jeff Gordon Fan/Freak") was going to on September 13th. See, we started having thoughts of adoption/Ethiopia on the 12th. Then we went to the fundraiser on the 13th - met Jayden and Caden - and had the seeds planted in our minds & hearts to adopt from Ethiopia.

So, this photo is the "Last Day." The day before our journey would begin. I'm so glad we have this photo and these memories. So one day when our kid(s) complain that we are boring we can bring up these photos and show them how cool we used to be -- before we were driving them around in a Rav-4 (don't get me started) listening to the BeeGees sing "Ring-around-the-Rosey" (I'm sure they have a Kids Album...I'm just holding off looking for it.)

Painting: Part I

Last week my wonderful, wonderful mom came over to help me start painting the nursery. Yes, I can paint, but my mom is on a whole 'nother level. That's why I have her do the trim work. She is amazing. Super picky, but you know what? That means she does a fantastic job. No paint on the ceiling or baseboards. And now tomorrow night she's coming back over to help me hang a curtain/valance thingy in the window. And probably point out more spots that need more paint. What would we do without our moms? Seriously. Thank you, Mom, so much for all that you do for me. I will never be able to put into words how much I appreciate all your support and help. So, anyway, she came and trimmed in the whole nursery for me last Monday while I was at a depo and then Monday night and Tuesday morning I did the rolling -- and had three blisters to show for my hard work. Wednesday night Roger took over as quality control and surveyed my excellent work -- and put little red stickies over all the spots that needed a little more coverage, which were kind of a lot since I only did one coat of paint. It was a great help because I was starting to go blind staring into a tan wall looking for white spots. The room is a little boring right now because it's painted a neutral color, but Roger and I are going to jazz it up a bit this weekend.

(My mom working her paint magic)