We learned today that we now have a lawyer in Uganda to handle our adoption. This is a Class A Super Miracle, but I can’t talk about it. Let’s just say that we’re rejoicing big time around here. We’re one step closer to bringing a baby home this year. In a twist of irony, today I went to visit my ob/gyn. For once, the two items are not related.
However, just like when I’ve been pregnant, I remember always being surprised by the contradiction between the Big News of Impending Baby and the constant mundane flow of life. Despite life-altering imminent change, the transition to a new family member is slow. Gestation, whether in body or soul, takes time. Which is why, after a mini-celebration in the kitchen with Andrew on hearing from the lawyer, I went and made waffles and Andrew swept the floor. And then we did haircuts.
I’m always surprised when the world doesn’t stop just because we’re having a baby.
And speaking of transition, I practiced a bit of “slow transition” by giving Ian a mowhawk before I finished his haircut. What can I say? Sometimes Mommy just has to liven things up a bit.
And would you people believe me if I told you that the connection between gestating and haircuts made total sense when I sat down to write this post?
Yea, me neither.
And now, stretching my premise to ridiculous proportions, we “transitioned” from hairy kids to clean kids by vacuuming them. We are a classy bunch.
It’s probably a good thing our new Ugandan lawyer doesn’t read the blog, isn’t it?