Adoption update......

.......or not. Recently when K came home she asked me if I was working on papers for her sister. I had papers spread out all over the dining room table (a project I was working on for Meals On Wheels) and paperwork spread out all over the breakfast table ( complicated lease situation I am working on). Little did I know that a couple of weeks later my adoption agency would call and tell me that my dossier would expire at the end of October and it all needs to be redone. How is it possible that they have not been able to find a four year old little girl? Soooo.....for the past couple of weeks I have been running around redoing my dossier. My social worker came by yesterday to a homestudy update. My social worker is the best and I just love Lutheran Services (my homestudy agency). I have ordered 8 new birth certitificates from the state of Colorado. Took a trip to City Hall East to get a police clearance. Only to find out that they no longer accept cash so I had to venture out into the neighborhood and get a money order. Last time I went to City Hall East I had K with me. As we were waiting for the police report a policeman hauled a barefoot, handcuffed woman through-wearing a tank top and on the bottom a 4" headband. Nothing else. I was hoping that K did not notice. But then the policeman drug her back through the room again. She was stumbling and laughing. K wanted to know why she was laughing if she was in so much trouble. Then I took K downtown to get copies of my divorce decree and the abstract of the title to my house. I swear the stairway in the parking garage smelled so badly of urine K almost threw up. Note to self, do not take child on dossier expeditions. Waiting for my financial statement from my accountant in Texas. Then I will have to send it back to Texas to be apostilled. I have my medicals all complete. I have a lot of documents that have to be notarized-I am so lucky to have a wonderful notary (Thanks Richard). And then a trip to the apostille office. Previous trips to the apostille office have been known to end in tears. But I have gotten much better at this process-and there is a really nice guy who works in the apostille office. Not the same guy who enjoyed torturing me when I was adopting K. Whew!