
ROSA SAT
SO
MARTIN COULD WALK
MARTIN WALKED
SO
OBAMA COULD RUN
OBAMA RUNS
SO
OUR CHILDREN CAN FLY
We began this blog while we have been waiting to adopt our second daughter Andrianna Juliet (Andi). We have meant to use it to express our hopes and fears during this long process. But it has turned into so much more. It truely has become a family blog.






Ellie has greatly enjoyed collecting the Statehood Commemorative Quarters. With a little help from her friends and family she has come close to having a complete set. 







As we reflect on this past year we realize it has been exciting, fun and a bit challenging too. We’ve had a lot of “firsts” – first day of first-grade for Ellie; Dave’s first publication of a project (in the June edition of SRQ magazine); and our first summer vacationing on beautiful Hancock Pond in Maine (we hope the first of many, many more).




Fall colors in our yard mean reds and oranges, white and green - always green. The gingers are fading and will soon be gone. The frangipani are loosing it's leaves and will be bare sticks until spring; as will the mulberry's.





"Who's your friend"?, Dave said. I looked down between my legs and I found a mud-caked, soaking-wet brown-black pup who was all feet, tail and tongue. He had this huge grin on his face, he was sooo happy to see me. His tail wagged his entire body in excitement and he flopped over in the mud from the force of it.
One Year Ago. That's when our dossier to adopt Andrianna was logged-in at the CCAA in China. November 14th, 2006. We were told at the time to expect to wait 12 to 14 months for a referral. Isn't that a joke? The people who are currently receiving a referral have waited over two years. The referrals are coming at such a slow rate that the projection for us is to receive a referral sometime in late 2010 or 2011. 


First Ellie wanted to be a robot, then an airplane and finally a washing machine. Whew! We'll be glad when she can create her wonderful visions all by herself. She wore her washing machine to a party Saturday night (where her daddy played in his band), and where there was supposed to be prize for the best costume. But none was awarded. She was very, very, very disappointed, not to be able to compete. She was sure she would win. And she was sure the prise would involve candy. She's a trooper. No tears. She just decided she had enough of that silly old party once she had her fill of cupcakes and juice. 


On Hancock Pond, the loons came to the end of the pond next to our "camp", singing in groups of two, three and even four. They fished in the mornings and early evening. And in the afternoons they would swim by the dock as we were swimming and relaxing, and then dive deep, disappearing for several minutes, only to pop back up several hundred feet away.