We have been waiting for our updated I-171H for about a month now. This is the paper that says we are now approved to adopt a child up to the age of 5. I am a little frustrated that it has not come yet, though our adoption consultant did update our file saying we were approved for up to that age child. I guess that is something.
So, I guess we just continue to wait and hope the phone rings soon.
In the meantime we have lots of baseball going on around here to keep us busy.
Paige is still enjoying t-ball.
Garrett is enjoying playing on his team, however, they have only won one game. His Dad (the manager) has never had a losing team. They are a young team and they are learning. A parent on one of the other teams gave my hubby a great compliment the other day. She said "You know, I am never sure if you guys have won or lost. The kids on your team always look happy and like they are having fun".
The kids may be having fun but the manager is beating himself up. It's hard to lose, especially when you put so much of yourself into the team. Fortunately, the players seem to be oblivious to this fact.
After his last hard loss (they have lost a couple by only one run) I sent him this verse I had read that morning.
"We rejoice in our sufferings because we know that suffering produces perseverance, perseverance, character; and character hope.
I told him that God was trying to produce great hope in him through this trial. He laughed and said maybe he was. Poor guy. They play Thursday night and I am hoping for his second win. We really do have a great group of kids on the team.
And then their is our oldest son. The one I am not allowed to talk about. There are some really exciting things happening in his baseball career right now, unfortunately, I am not allowed to speak about them.
I will tell you this and just hope he doesn't read the blog and then I won't get into trouble.
He played in a game tonight in a "big stadium" with lots of scouts around checking out the talent. Hearing your sons name being announced over the loud speaker like he is a major leaguer and then having scouts turn their clipboards over to read their notes about your kid is kind of a surreal experience. I really wanted to peek over one of their shoulders and see what was written down but I was trying to act cool and blend in.
Like I could ever be cool. So. Not. Going. To. Happen.