
This picture is from earlier this month of Danny's 18th birthday and Dominick's 8th birthday. It was a cheesecake birthday, not a CAKE birthday and here are the boys blowing out the candles... and Leishan making a fool of herself in the background. :)
I have some weekend updates but first I wanted to clear something up. Angeline is "legally" ours. We can re-adopt her here in the US. However, that won't give her citizenship. There are two ways for her to become a US citizen from here:
a. We can wait until she has been with us for two years, that way she doesn't need to go back to Haiti. So we are talking May 2008. Then we file the paperwork to classify her as an Immediate Relative Immigrant. There are many forms that we fill out, many payments that we send it, and since she is our legal child, it should all go through without a hitch. We would do her re-adopt her before that time.
b. The other option is to file out I-600 here in our state. Then we they do the rigmarole just like a regular international adoption as if she were back in Haiti. Then we take her back to Haiti and we go to the embassy for the interview and medical etc. and she needs a new Haitian passport with her new legal name on it, and then we get her IR-3 or 4 visa and once we hit US soil she is a citizen. (I think that there are things that we need to file in order for her to get a US passport, social security number etc.)
So those are our two options. Given that she is still under fairly intense medical treatment with her legs and has some more big bladder/kidney testing in May, this is not a good time to take her back to Haiti. She legally has to be here! We can't just keep her here without a Visa because she is "ours". So we will continue to renew the medical Visa for as long as she validly needs it and if there is a time that she can safely go back to Haiti, we will do her citizenship that way. If not, we will wait the two years. I know HUGE BUMMER. BIG HUGE RIDICULOUS PITA BUMMER! But that's the way that it is. So... we take it one day at a time. I do need to find out about the re-adopt here in WA state if anyone has any free advice for me. :) We intend to do it on our own without an attorney if possible. So now, there is your answer, a medical Visa is not a quick way to get an adoption done. It just makes this more complicated and more expensive. But was life saving so it was so WORTH all the trouble of course. :) :) :)
OK back to the weekend update:
My husband just left a short while ago and is on his way back out of town. I miss him already. It was a beautiful and sunny day here today and love was in the air. I am glad that I like my husband so much these days. lol
On Friday night we went to dinner and spent a bit of time second hand smoking at the casino. (Stinky ewww!) And happened to sit right next to a guy who was losing a lot of money. While Robert and I were spending our $10 on the penny slots at 20 cents a spin, the guy to the left of Robert was spending $2.00 a spin. So about 20 mins and $400 later, he was "hitting" his machine. Bless my husband who thinks he is much bigger and tougher than he really is... and since the guy who was ANGRY GAMBLER next to him was ticked because he wanted the BONUS ROUND (three pyramid's and you get 15 free spins and a loud buzzer sounds etc.). Angry Gambler didn't get ANY bonus rounds in $400 worth of spins. And my husband kept getting it over and over and over on his $10.00 worth of spins. You can press the button really fast when you know you got the BONUS ROUND to avoid hearing the big buzzer, especially smart when a BIG Angry Gambler is next to you. But no, not my husband, he was going to let it BUZZ. Let it BUZZ and stand up out of his chair and put his arms up, drawing a crowd for his bonus round (Of $3.45 winnings), rubbing it in a bit harder... all because I was turning the brightest shade of RED. So that encouraged him even more to make a bigger deal... "BUZZZZZZZ" ... there he goes getting it again... now the angry gambler is two fist ed pounding on the buttons on his machine, another $100 down without a bonus round... by now I am crying because I am trying so hard not to laugh. It's so mean, and I am sure this man has some issues, but seeing my husband act that way without any fear of repercussion was just intensely funny. (Oh good memories, I guess you had to be there!)
My kids are happily eating corn on the cob and fish sticks from the freezer from heaven only knows how long ago. I need to go grocery shopping BIG time. It was something we typically spend one weekend day doing the shopping and getting organized for the week. Well we just didn't this weekend. Robert took the kids bowling and we had pizza for dinner yesterday and today we watched movies, the kids played outside, the girls had horseback riding and french class and we just had more family time. So tomorrow I need to get on the grocery shopping. The kids are watching Star Wars. The entire epic thrillogy is on demand right now. They are all practicing their chewbakka grunting, oh so charming!
I wanted to share a bit of a funny yet inappropriate story. So if you don't like inappropriate stop reading now. :)
When Robert and I first got together I was living in Kent, Ohio. I was finishing up my college at Kent State University. (Yes the Kent State Massacre occured there, that's the Kent I am talking about.) Well at Kent, the town, there is a man, affectionately referred to as F-U Bob. Not the literal words for the F and the U, but actually called just the letter F and the letter U-Bob. So F-U Bob.
F-U Bob had some mental health issues. I don't know why hippie's like college towns... maybe Kent state has a bit more notoriety for hippies than most, but F-U Bob was a crazy old hippie leftover from the 60's who walked around town all day, everyday, and flicked people off and said... F-U. (Not the F and U the letters but the actual words... trying to keep it clean here.)
Well F-U Bob was famous. He was a daily topic of conversation and people would honk and wave, "hey, how are you F-U Bob?", and he would say with a flick of his most fragile finger: "F-U"... shaking his head and looking at the ground. talking to himself. He had a lot of pent up anger. We would discuss what F-U Bob was wearing and where about he was each morning when our professors would arrive to class. Sometimes if one were to stop for gas or a coffee they would get an up close and personal flick of the finger and disgruntled F-U. Literally this guy was like a town mascot.
Well today at my house... we had an F-U Sophie. Sophie was outside today letting her most fragile finger fly. She ran inside before anyone could tattle on her, and tattled on herself with a big fat lie... "I swear MOM, I was just pointing at something and they thought that I was giving them the finger." (THE FINGER.)
"Really Sophie... just pointing, like this?" (I pointed my pointer finger giving my example.)
"Yes Mom and now they are all going to come inside and tell on me and get me into trouble!"
Uh-oh. Problem is that our older children remember F-U Bob. And we never have really had a problem with any finger flickers in the past. (Think of all those middle fingers kept in the appropriate places all these years, that's pretty impressive.) So now she has been coined F-U Sophie. I guess she made her own bed. She doesn't find this funny albeit her eldest sister and brother find it immensely funny. I think that they managed to nip the finger flicker in the bud. Sibling peer pressure sometimes serves as the best form of punishment. I am hoping the nickname doesn't make it past tomorrow morning.
Have a great week. Thanks for letting me share this proud parenting moment. :)
HuGs
Sarah