Two Weeks Home

Okay - first of all.

MY BOYS ARE NAPPING RIGHT NOW!!

At the same time.

This just doesn't happen, and it does beautiful things for my sanity.

I really LOVE blogging about this whole adoption process, but there is just NO time with two 8 month old boys at home.  Yes - today is their "8-month" birthday!  Happy Birthday babies!!

I can't believe we've been home for two weeks already.  Its such a busy whirlwind, and I'm pretty sure my house will never ever be clean again.  Its impossible to clean.  Or even pick up for that matter.  The second I put toys away, somebody is awake and needs some toys.  Once I put some bottles away, somebody needs one.

But honestly, I NEVER put bottles away.  They rotate from being dirty to being clean.  Then they sit on the counter until I need them again.  Which is pretty frequently.

These boys are the light of my life.  They are so smiley and giggly and SO easy to love.  They think I am hilarious, and I've been waiting for this kind of audience for a while now…

Motherhood is ridiculous.  It never stops.  These boys love to be held, so my arms are constantly sore.  These are no light weight newborns.  So watch out.  This summer it'll be "suns out, guns out" for me.  And they are filled with squeals, and cries and laughs and grunts.  They are hilarious.

And their personalities are amazing.  Kyrie is very strong willed.  When he wants food, he wants it NOW.  And he lets you know it.  He wakes up at 3:00am and just wants to hang out for an hour.  He laughs when I change his diaper, and loves squeaky toys more than anything.   He is also SO close to sitting by himself.  And his cheeks are so chubby and kissable I can't even stand it.

Kingston is such a lover.  Once he is asleep, he doesn't like to be put down.  With his eyes closed, he'll reach his hand up to touch my face.  Just to  make sure I'm still there.  And as much as I am tired and want to put him down in his crib, my heart melts and I hold him.  He makes the sucking motion with his mouth even after his bottle is gone, and its so cute.  He LOVES to kick his legs and splash in the bath.  He hates when I have to clean his runny nose.  And he has rolled over three times.  Not on purpose, but amazing none the less.

Everyone has always talked about how their sweet Ethiopian children are always freezing in the winter, and need to be bundled up.  But not our boys.  They are HOT little people.  The first time I bundled them up in these cute little fleece pants and vest.  No coat, but there is this snuggly thing on their car seats.  They screamed and cried and I couldn't figure out why.  When we got home, and I took them out of their seats, they were SO sweaty.  They stopped crying once I stripped them down to a clean onesie.  Now I took out the snuggly thing and don't put them in fleece and they are much happier.

Okay - I have maybe 10 minutes left before somebody wakes up, so I'm going to post some pictures and try to eat something.

Snuggling with Kingston

Dave loves to prop them on the couch because they look like little men

Happy boys playing in the morning

Already basketball fans

Apparently the picture isn't complete unless there are a pair of Jordan's in it.

Have a WONDERFUL Christmas everyone!  I have the best gifts ever already :)

Our Boys are HOME!!!

Okay - so we've been home since Friday night.  I KNOW that I need to blog about our trip and our amazing experiences with these sweet little boys so far.

But let me tell you friends.  Twin 7 month olds are a LOT of work!!  And there is very little sleep involved in this work!

Not that I didn't expect this…  But I literally have NO time to explore my creative juices and share with you the awesomeness of all we've been through in the last couple weeks.  Right now Kingston is wide awake at 6:00am.  I know. Not that bad.  But I've literally tried to type this small paragraph 3 times while playing with him.  He wants my full attention, and I cannot blame him, because I am a lot of fun.

Meanwhile, Kyrie is still sleeping.  Because that little turkey woke up at 3:00am and wanted to play for a couple hours.   WHAT?!

Oh yeah, and did I tell you our boys' names?  (Some of you smart little sleuths have already figured it out in this post….)

Kingston Paulos Wayne and Kyrie Weldemichael!  Right now they pretty much go by Paulos and Welde because that is what they know (their Ethiopian names).  But we're slowly calling them Kingston Paulos and Kyrie Welde.

Anyway - as a quick recap as to what I've been up to - there have been a billion diaper changes, one doctor's appointment equipped with a nebulizer prescription, too many diaper blow outs to count, lots of grunting, cooing, crying, and giggling (by the boys AND us), car seat melt downs, and chunky thighs stuck in bumbos.

I WILL be writing about our trip and our first days home.  What I can remember of them.  Because right now my life is a whirlwind.  I cannot even remember the last time I ate a meal, let alone what happened yesterday.

Also - here are some pictures of my ridiculously beautiful boys :)

Kyrie Weldemichael

Kingston Paulos Wayne

I'm so sorry for the choppiness and un literary genius that this post is.  Someday we'll be on a schedule here where little boys nap for more than 30 minutes :)  And where I shower and eat regularly.  Maybe then I'll be able to express myself better too :)

Airports

We left yesterday.  In the morning.

And now we're in Washington D.C. after a 24 hour layover.

We actually used a travel agent, and I really like him.  He signs his emails with weird little quirky comments like, "go - go - go, Mike."  It makes me giggle.

And when he first showed me this flight I thought it was ridiculous.  Why would I want to stay overnight in D.C. on my way to Ethiopia?  But he also showed us other options, and somehow we ended up choosing this one.  I think mostly because our trip home is SO much better, and with two little peanuts with us, that is what matters.  Who cares that we had to get all of our 6 pieces of luggage to a hotel, and then recheck it all this morning?  TOTALLY worth it for our flight home.  Plus we got a free cookie when we checked into the hotel, so there's that.

And even though I never have any trouble with security, my carry on bag was searched in Grand Rapids AND D.C.   Different bags each time.

In GR, My carry on had 2 refill pouch things of formula, and apparently they couldn't tell if it was liquid or powder. So they ran it through again after searching my bag.  Very politely, might I add.  (Thank you, security guy for pretending not to see my underpants in the top meshy part of my bag.)

So in D.C. I took those out to be scanned separately - like the guy told me to do in GR. In D.C. they also asked me to take out all my liquids.  So I pulled out my baggies (yes - MULTIPLE baggies) of liquids ranging from travel shampoo and toothpaste to hand sanitizer and mascara.   I was a little worried about this because I thought there might be a limit to how many baggies of liquids you could have, but the guy didn't say anything.  Even then my backpack needed to be searched.  ALSO very politely.  They weren't a fan of my bottles with liners.  Thought they had liquid in them.  They didn't.  Rescanned them and my backpack.  The bottles were fine, but my backpack was not.  After further digging we found YET ANOTHER baggie of liquids.  This time it was full of baby lotion, soap, hair lotion, etc. for the boys.  Oops.  Missed that one.  I got a firm shake of the head from the security guard.  Then an even more exasperated look from my husband - AS he walked passed me and pretended he wasn't with me.  Thanks love.  :)

Then we were cleared.  Now we're sitting at the airport - waiting to board in about an hour.

I can't wait :)

Baby Boys, Here we Come!!!

Monday night I woke up 14 times throughout the evening.

I was hoping with every last piece of my body that we'd get an email from the embassy.

But we didn't, and I went to work like a Zombie.  Multiple people asked me what the latest news was, and I gave a weak, "oh, we're not sure.  Could be any day now."

Then I went to bed Tuesday night.  And lets be honest.  I was still hoping.  But secretly I told myself that I was fine if we didn't get an email again.  About as fine as five year old would be with skipping presents on Christmas.

I've had this ridiculous anxiety in my tummy and would not be able to find a happy place until this email came.  But I told myself it was fine.

So I went to bed.

Then at 2:40 I woke up.  And I mean, why wouldn't I check my phone for an email at that hour?  (Anyone in the adoption world knows that 2:40am in Michigan is actually 9:40am in Ethiopia.)

And WOWZAS!!  It was an email from the embassy!  We were cleared to come get our boys!!  And our agency had already scheduled our embassy date.  Tuesday, December 6th.  I woke David up and said, "David!  Our babies are coming home!!"

And his response was the best ever.  He woke right up, and started fist pumping, and going "YES! YES! YES!"  But not loud.  In a shouty whisper, if you can imagine that.

Then we both sat up in bed and were wide awake for the next 2 hours.  We stressed about work, giggled about babies, planned what to pack, freaked out, realized we'd never sleep again, and then got sad about how we weren't sleepy right then.

Then we giggled some more, and went to bed with wide, ridiculous grins on our faces.

…..

And ever since then we've been in panic mode.  Packing wildly, imagining our lives with 2 babies, shoving diapers in every crevice of our carry ons, practicing our baby talk, and changing each others diapers.

Wait.

What?!

Its been a little wild.  We left this morning after only a few days notice and tried really hard to tie up all the loose ends between work and packing everything we need for ourselves and the boys.  Its been so fun, so stressful, and so exciting.

Hold on boys.  Mommy and Daddy are coming!!

The Last Day. The Hardest Day.

All day there was a pit in our stomach.  Because we knew what this day meant.  In fact, I've been trying to write about this day since we got home, and I haven't been able to.  Because the words just don't do our experience justice.

So I'll take a detour from all the hard parts for just a minute and just write about the day.

We got to be at the orphanage almost the whole day.  We got there around 9:30 and we got to stay until around 4:00.  So we packed some bottled waters, and some lunch food - yes, granola bars and trail mix were the lunch food.  And we were so busy with the boys we had to remind ourselves to eat even that.

On this day, we also got a tour of the entire Hannah's Hope orphanage.  Wass, our driver, gave us an amazing tour. He has such a vibrant personality, and gets along with everyone he crosses paths with.  And he LOVES those children.  It was especially sweet for us to see he had pictures of our boys on his phone.  David wrapped up P in the Moby wrap, and he slept through the whole tour.  W on the other hand, enjoyed every moment of the tour wide awake in my arms.  Which was fine with me too :)  Here are some pictures of the orphanage:

Amharic alphabet in the classroom. 

Spiderman walls in TV/eating room.

A random pile of injera in a kitchen. 

An injera cooker.  I am confident that is not what it is called.

Cooking some Shiro.  We tasted it.  Um.  YUMMY.

Good cooking…..

Some veggies and storage in a kitchen.

Older girls room.  So sweet.

Older boys room.  Love.

Nurses room.  Sadly, our boys have been in her more than I'm happy about.  And we measured them in here on this very bed thing.  They didn't like it.  

Another kitchen.  Used more for cleaning bottles, and less for cooking.  It was E-normous though.

One of the baby girl rooms.

One of the baby boy rooms.  

The sweet Turtle room where our boys reside.  

Chopping up some onions.  They said we could only take their picture of we brought it back for them on our second trip.  Check and check.

The staircase up to the babies' rooms.  My favorite place to go.

Hannah's Hope is a beautiful place.  There are amazing people there who love the children so unconditionally.  It is the perfect place for our boys to be cared for while we wait to bring them home.  I was glad we got to see all the ins and outs of it.

Throughout the day we got to spend time with just the four of us.  We hung out in one of the rooms that didn't have any children in it.  We hung out outside with just us.  We rocked our boys, and fed them bottles, and snuggled them.  We whispered promises to be back as soon as we could be back.  We cried at random moments throughout the day, knowing it would soon be ending.

We were told we could stay through bath time again.

Its my favorite time.  We bathed our boys, and got them snuggled in jammies and fed them their bottles.  We rocked them and kissed their sweet heads and told them again and again how much we loved them.

And we watched the clock.

We knew the time was coming.  We knew Wass would walk through the door soon and tell us it was time to go.

The room was more silent this day than any other.  Even though we were in the boys' room, with the special mothers, and all the other children that slept in that room.  There was no crying, or talking.  No loud movements.

Or maybe there was and I just cannot remember it.

Maybe I was so much in my own world that nothing else mattered.

Nothing else did.

I remember Dave left the room for some reason.  I can't tell you why.  To use the bathroom?  To find a Kleenex?  For water?  No idea.

But when he came back in, I knew by the look on his face that Wass found him.

And it was time.

I just shook my head at him.  No.  I can't.

I held my sweet little W in my arms a little tighter.  Thought about how I could get more time.  I looked around the room and thought about how I could stay here.  Sleep here.  Stay with my boys.

Panic set in.  How can I do this?  What mom leaves their children?  They need me.  I can't go.  I physically cannot go.

We were told not to cry and make a fuss when it was time to go.  That we didn't want our last experience with the boys to be one of anxiety and confusion for them.

And somehow knowing that I shouldn't cry, and needed to be calm in this moment of absolute loss made it so  much worse.  I tried to put on my big girl pants, but the tears just slipped out of my eyes.

They just kept sliding down my face, but I wasn't making any noise.  I wasn't crying.  This didn't count as crying, because I needed to be strong for my little guys.

I specifically remember my nose running, and although I can tell you with confidence that the Kleenex were right next to my rocking chair, I could not find one at the time.

Because I didn't see things. Or I couldn't focus on things, at least.  I just knew that my timer was getting closer and closer to zero and I didn't know how to say goodbye to these perfect little beings.  How do you say goodbye?

I kissed W and whispered I love you as he was taken by a special mother.  I went up to P, who was being held by another special mother and kissed his sweet forehead.  Told him I loved him.  Choked back my cries.

And walked out the door.

I couldn't even look back.  My heart was being torn out of my chest.

And David and I stood at the top of those stairs and just hugged each other and cried.  Our boys were just on the other side of the door but they already felt a million miles away.  And every step we took toward the van felt heavy and slow and wrong.

When we got to our hotel room, it felt empty.  And big.  And cold.  And I just laid on the bed, and David let me cry in his arms.

We packed our bags.  Tried to eat.  Prepared for our 11:00pm flight.

Sat on the bed.  Paced.  Got a drink.  Went down to the airport shuttle.

Numb.

Our Day At Court

November 1.

Our court date.

We had been praying for this day for months.  Even before we knew when it would be.  And it was here.

We woke up early and showered and got ready.  We didn't really talk much.  Asked the front desk for an iron because our 'nice' clothes were in rough shape.
Sat on the bed.
Paced to the bathroom.

Checked the time.

Took a drink of water.

Finally it was time to go to the lobby and wait for our driver.  We got in the car with the other family and started some nervous chatter.  Would our MOWA letter be there?  We didn't even want to think about it, for fear of a let down.  We commented on the beautiful capital of Ethiopia.  There were people EVERYWHERE.  In the streets, on the sidewalks, in the median.  Everywhere.

We drove on a two lane road.  Four cars deep.  It was crazy driving like Chicago.  Only minus the road rage.  Cars just squeezed wherever there was room, and kept trucking along.  I winced in preparation for a side swipe more than once.  But we managed through every time.

This is an area where people were training, running, and playing soccer.

A Primary school we drove past.

The Court building.

Then we pulled up to this ambiguous building.  And headed in.  Haille (pronounced Highly - and probably spelled wrong by me) was our "representative" at court.  He bounded up the 4 or 5 flights of stairs like it was nothing.  I huffed and puffed like we were at some rediculous altitude.

Oh wait.  We were.  Addis is at 7500 feet.

And seriously.  I was out of breath after the first flight.

Breaking a SWEAT.  Which is just how I wanted to make my debut at court.

Nice.

We got to the little square room. It had some bench/chairs around the perimeter of the room.  There were two seats next to each other and Haille motioned for us to sit.  I sat there analyzing our situation.  Would the judge hate us?  Would we be sitting here for hours?  Would the judge be tired and cranky by the time we went in? Where was the judge?  Was Haille listening to the people calling out names/numbers or random words in Amharic?

He didn't look like it.  He was just chillin' with another 'rep' in the room.  But then some lady said some random thing (or probably not so random - it was in Amharic, so what do I know?) and Haille jumped up and looked at us and said our boys names with question in his voice.  We said "yes!" and followed him.  When we got into the judges chambers (would I even call it that? It was just a room with two desks and some chairs) she requested the other family from our agency come in as well.  We sat in the long bowling alley type room.  The judge spoke English and asked us some questions about the adoption.

I typed below what I remember from the conversation.  This isn't exactly how it went, but pretty close.  It was very surreal.  I feel like I was floating in the room watching myself.  I was so worried she would ask me for a detailed explanation, and my mind just wouldn't have worked.  I'm so glad she stuck to yes or no questions.

Have you met the boys? Yes.

Have you been educated about transracial families? Yes.

Are you planning to teach your children about Ethiopian culture? Yes.

Once this adoption is final, there is no turning back.  You cannot change your mind.  They will be yours.  Are you sure you want to go through with this?  YES! YES! YES!

It is final.  They are yours.

My eyes tear up just remembering those amazing, life changing words.  

I could have wet my pants.

I DIDN'T.  But I could have.  It was one of the happiest moment of my life.   I think I walked around with my mouth agape and my eyes wet the rest of the day.

Our boys are OURS.  Legally.  For always.  We're a family.  

They are my sons.  

And I'm a mom.  Officially and for keeps.

BEST.  DAY.  EVER.

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We were done so quickly, even Haille was surprised.  He said people are never done that early.  I think we may have been the first people in there.  We only waited in the square room for about 10 minutes.  So then we went shopping.  Is there a better way to celebrate the best news I've ever gotten?  

Donkeys.  I loved all the animals all over the streets.  

This is where we shopped.  

We dropped off Haille and our driver took us to the "shopping area".   There were tons of little shops.  They all had a lot of the same things, and many different things too.  Most of what we bought is for the boys.  We found so many treasures for them!  We are going to give them these treasures over the years.  I want to give it all to them right away, but they are for different ages.  And what 6 month old boy needs a Africa shaped chess board with hand carved pieces?  Or Mancala?  Or puzzles in the shape of Ethiopia?  I guess they can wait.  And what a fun way for them to be reminded of their culture throughout the years!  But who am I kidding?  They'll turn 5 and I'll give them everything that is left.  I won't be able to wait, and I'll want them to get some serious use out of their Ethiopian treasures.  

On the right of this picture are some of the shops.

David - in one of the shops. 

 I wish that we could have bought them so much more.  There were so many things we ended up not buying and regretting.  We'll see what the second trip brings.  I could send David out on his own to pick up some things, but that means I'll be on my own with the boys too.  Which is a little scary right now.  So we'll see how I function with no sleep and two bundles of joy.

Both of us - read below to learn about my ridiculous expression...

This picture was taken by one of the shop owners.  He was having a little trouble with the camera.  I kept leaning forward to help him, but then he'd point and click, so I'd hop back to be in the picture.  Then it wouldn't work because he wasn't holding down the button, so I'd lean in again to help, and he'd point, and I'd hop back.  We did this dance for about 5 minutes.  Then he got it.  This is my hopping back and trying to look natural in the process pose.

I failed at looking natural.

We went to lunch, and then got to spend the rest of the afternoon with our boys at Hannah's Hope.

This was especially amazing, because we were now an official family.  David and I whispered the good news in their ears as they slept.  And we cried in the realization that our family was all together for just a short while longer.  They had no idea how huge this day was for our family.  But I like to think that as we whispered the great news to them, they were dreaming about our family together.

A family of four.   And though there are miles between us right now, our love for those boys holds them close to our hearts all the time.

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Have I mentioned how much I miss them?  My heart aches with the thought of them so far away from me.  I have physical pain inside my heart.  I want nothing more than to kiss them and snuggle them again.

I've been putting off writing about our last day at Hannah's Hope because that day was so hard.  I can't express the feelings in words.

But I'll do my best.  Coming soon...

Our Second Day of Bliss

First of all… David and I both woke up with sore arms today and couldn't figure out why.  Oh yeah.  We held our boys ALL DAY LONG.  And although we have ridiculously toned and muscular arms, we simply weren't conditioned for this type of training :)  But it was definitely worth the pain!

On this day we had to go to Hannah’s Hope to have a meeting with Almaz, the director at Hannah’s Hope.  We had to fill out and talk about embassy paperwork.  That in itself is a miracle, because the night before we left for Ethiopia - at about 10:30pm - David and I realized we didn't actually have this important piece of paperwork. 


So naturally I went into panic mode.  I emailed every AGCI friend I have to see if they could tell me what this was.  And then, nearly in tears, I called our case worker on the “bat phone”.  You know - her after hours cell phone used only for Ethiopia travel emergencies.  And the worst part was I said, “sorry I’m calling you on the bat phone.”  Yes.  I actually said ‘bat phone’ to her.  I’m such a dork.

Anyway, we got that cleared up at around 11:00pm.  Then we notarized those suckers on our way to the airport and had them packed and ready to go.

So... back to Ethiopia.  We had a meeting with Almaz about court (the following day) and then embassy.  And we filled out the paperwork.  

When we walked in, Almaz was holding M, the sweet little boy of the other couple we were traveling with.  She handed him right over to his mom.  And I shot secret daggers of jealousy at her.  Because our boys were not in that room.  I tried my best to listen, but all I could think about was how I wanted my boys with me.  

One of the Infant Girl Rooms - I know this is random, but I wanted to include some pictures...

One of the infant boy rooms.

About halfway through the meeting, Almaz stopped mid-sentence and said, “Do you want to go get your boys?”  Um.  YEAH!  I raced out of the room, leaving David to soak in any information that I missed and went out to the courtyard where the babies were.  I walked up to one of the special mothers who was with my boys. I hadn't actually met her yet, so I'm sure she was a little apprehensive about me. Especially because I probably had a little bit of the crazy eyes going on as I raced up to my boys.  I can only hope that based on my smooching and crooning and maternal glow, she figured out who I was.  I scooped up our two little peanuts and carried them inside.  

We continued with our meeting as two happy little campers with sweet boys in our arms.  I can honestly say I paid much less attention to what I was actually filling out, and more to the package of baby giggles on my lap.  


Afterwards, we went to hang out with the rest of the babies. At one point we went into the "living room" where the special mothers were with the rest of the babies.  They were singing, and clapping, and one of them was dancing.  It was the most beautiful thing I've ever walked in on.  Its exactly the kind of loving play I want for my sweet boys while I can't be there to sing, clap and dance for them.  The special mother that was dancing was embarrassed, and quit dancing when we walked in, but they continued to sing and clap.  The children LOVED it.  Loved it.  I only wish I could have all their songs on a CD for my boys to grow up listening to.  


You just have no idea how badly I want to post pictures of our boys here so you can admire how handsome and perfectly beautiful they are.  But for now you'll have to settle for this darling picture of Dave holding little W's hand while he feeds him a bottle.  Melt. My. Heart.

When it was time to leave, our driver came to get us.  We'd been strategically staying out of his line of sight in hopes of getting to stay longer.  Leaving was always so hard, but we knew we got to come back the next day.  I was always excited to go back to the hotel and go to bed because morning meant holding my boys again.


We went to a REAL Ethiopian restaurant for dinner, and it was AMAZING.  We'd had Ethiopian food many times before, and we really enjoy it.  But this was by far the best Ethiopian food we've ever had.  It was also accompanied by some wonderful singing and dancing representing different regions of Ethiopia. 

Outside the restaurant.

My handsome groom.

The Menu 

Seating area.  Goat skinned chairs around traditional Ethiopian table.

Tej - Ethiopian honey wine

Washing our hands before we eat.

Our food.  I can't even tell you how good this was. 

Musicians.  

Our food after we demolished it.  We ate until we were no longer comfortable. 

Traditional Ethiopian coffee ceremony.

We got to the hotel and crashed.  We were so exhausted from the big day, and we knew we had court in the morning.  It was hard to fall asleep, but could not WAIT to find out how court would go.  I was secretly hoping we would pass court, but David wasn't planning on it.  He's always the logical one when it comes to things like this.  But I'm pretty sure we both went to bed with our fingers crossed for great news.