Waiting rhymes with Frustrating

Still waiting. Still. Waiting. I lament about our waiting b/c I know the day we get back with a baby I won't ever remember that long, lazy days of waiting. So lament while the lamenting is good. I hope I'm using the word lament in the correct way.

Last Saturday we went to Gladney's True Colors seminar for transracial families (specifically african-american children with euro-american parents). I never know what labels to use to describe people. Nothing quite sounds accurate. African-american, white, black, light-skinned, of european descent, etc. I'd say we need to come up with a some new labels, but who needs labels? Too many of those flying around these days anyway. So, the seminar was fun. Best part was hearing the parents who have african-american or biracial babies talk about the encounters they have with the small-minded public. I think I'm to self-absorbed to notice any stares or glances or faces strangers might send our way after we get home with our african baby. Someone would have to speak directly to me for me to notice they had an opinion. And if they do share an opinion and it is anything less than sweet, watch out. I will go off like the older Sugarbaker sister from Designing Women. She gave the best speeches.



I finally found bedding that I like....


I don't want the toy holder or the lamp or pillows or diaper stacker...I just need the quilt, bumper and skirt. I'd better order now b/c it says 8 weeks for delivery. Deacon could possibly beat his bedding home.