Matched!

It happened!

Very unexpectedly and much faster than we thought it would - We got a phone call the other day from our amazing worker who told us that were matched with the little guy we know about. We are in a bit of shock to say the least and I think that somebody let loose a flock of butterflies in my belly!

BUT.....

There is a court document that needs to be revoked or our adoption can't proceed. Bio mom is being served papers to revoke this and if she shows up to court and disagrees than game over. Chances are slim, but there is a chance it all may not happen.

So we have 32 days to wait to find out and just a few days before the court date we will go ahead with an information sharing session to learn all about the wee man because we are assuming (with every rabbit foot, crossed finger, shining star we's got) that it will be ok.

More anxiety. More waiting. More dreaming....

The Prairies

A week or so ago we took a wee road trip to Bassano to take some pictures and have some good ol' small town prairie fun. It  was nice to leave the city on a hot afternoon/evening for a few hours - I don't think I would want to live in the middle of nowhere, but I sure like visiting. AND I had dinner next to a REAL cowboy in a REAL small town which is just like all my childhood fantasies come true (except, as a child I thought I'd be having dinner with the cowboy and living with the cowboy on my ranch and riding horses all day long...details). Anyway, we had fun and then we photoshoped the heck out of the pictures so there they are:)

 

 

                                                                                                           If you look closely you can see Harry's on 
                                                                                                                                   the right side (Gord actually knows Harry) 
                                                                                                                                    and that's where the cowboy was...I'm 
                                                                                                                                   pretty sure that's his truck out front.

 

 

 Hope you are all having a wonderful week:)

Lazy town

 It's been a quiet week. 

Back to the school routine, back to cold nights and sunny days. Back to baking....

 

Raspberry chocolate chip banana bread...sometimes fall ain't so bad after all:)

I bought a bike! We all have one now and it is our attempt at leaving the house and getting some exercise. It on my second ride yesterday it became quite apparent that I am terribly out of shape...which I knew...but I didn't know how bad it was. The only thing that save me from being completely pathetic was that I refused to ride on the lowest gear so I could save a smidge of dignity...

 Gord and I took a road trip to Bassano one evening to take some photos for his website for his book...more on that later...but I will say my love for the prairies bloomed even more AND my day was made when I ate dinner across from a REAL cowboy. Not somebody who wears a cowboy goes to Stampede and thinks they are a cowboy,  but a REAL cowboy with a leathery face and who walks bowlegged...I would have chatted with him except I think Gord was a little embarrassed.

 This happened....Grade freakin' 5

 

The great quilt progress. It's half way done and looking great.  The backing and binding hunt is on! 

 

Cat photo of the week:)

The other kind of adoption cry

There is another kind of crying that comes along with the adoption; it's equally as messy as the frustration tears, but it's WAY better.

It's the grateful cry.

I can not even write this without the screen getting blurry though all my grateful tears.

These tears have been coming more frequent over the last month or so. It happens when I start thinking about our friends and family and co-workers and their reactions to us adopting. They have been the most amazing and supportive people through this last year. Their genuine excitement and interest and kind words are ridiculously humbling. Sometimes they even cry too. Which of course makes me cry and then things quickly spiral out of control. They can even get a tad messy 'cause this girl ain't a pretty crier. But it's a ridiculously good messy.

And the kindness just keeps rollin'. It's not an ask a few questions to be polite and forget it kind of thing. They keep asking what the latest news is and where things are at week after week. They want to know how we are doing and why I keep showing up at work instead of being at home! They are supportive and excited and kind and amazing.


The grateful cry comes because there was a time when I thought I would not get to experience the excitement of others at the news of a new arrival to our family.  I did not think I would have friends and co-workers talking about throwing parties and showers for us...ahhh, I need another freakin' kleenex.

It has been a roller coaster couple of years.

But I sit here contemplating it all and I am happy.

I am grateful for peoples kindness.

And it is all just ridiculously humbling.

What I'm trying to say is thank you to all of you who have asked questions, gotten excited and listened to us gush (and complain and worry and freak out) over every step forward. It's overwhelming and perfect.

Quick photo update

There's been a wholelotta sewing happen' around here. Mostly little presents and some epic quilting preparations . I made these pocket warmers for little gifts, and for us too (ok for me; I can never been too warm in winter 'round here)

 

  

These two bunches of fabric arrived in my mail box this week. I have plans for the one on the left to do a lazy kind of quilt that I saw a tutorial for on Pinterest and the one on the left I want to try a disapperaing nine patch quilt. I think I need to grab a few more pieces to supplement the stash before I start.

 

 This quilt I started today...sort of. Really Christine and I started this 2ish (maybe 3?) years ago, sending fabric back and forth to and from Adelaide and Calgary a few squares at a time. We now have the same stack of scrap fabric cut into 4.5 inch squares. Chris did some serious research into adding linen into the mix and after much colour debate and testing, she picked this grey linen. Which also arrived in my mail on this week. This weekend I washed and cut and started to sew it all together and in the end we will have basically matching quilts but with different layouts once they are all finished!

Last weekend we went to Globalfest. Twice.
It was fantastic. I love fireworks. The shows were amazing and worth the crowds of people and $9dollar bag of mini doughnuts. Nothing more to say. Can't wait again for next year...maybe we'll go three times:)

 I made peach jam. It looks better than it is. I panicked at a crucial moment and now it's a very thick, very sweet jam. That's okay, it was my first time and many lessons learned. I don't think I can use it as presents but Gord and Anthony seem to like it...after 12 jars though....

 

 I got some more carrots from the garden! There are a few strays still lingering that might grow big enough (and some beets and radishes and lettuce) if the weather stays nice a bit longer. The plans for next years garden are already floating around in my head...

 

We kept up our campfires. And of course more smores.

 

   

What's a week without a cat picture or two?

When I was home in May I went through so many old photos from my childhood and really enjoyed the ones of my whole family together. I realized we didn't have that many so I made another new tradition that every summer we will take a family photo. This is 2012's... we may need a bigger porch for next year! (don't mind the half dead pansies, they've been there since May).

That's it that's all. Anthony goes back to school this week, we meet with our adoption worker on Friday, and I may, cough cough, need to take a sick day this week to sew rest up.