…and no luck this time either.

Apparently the Ministry of Women’s Affairs in Ethiopia is moving offices and didn’t type up their letter.  So none of the families (to my knowledge) that had court dates today or yesterday passed – since none of us had the required letter of approval from MOWA.

Today is a bum day. 

Drat – I just wish this would be over with.  I wish the 95% sure thing would become a 100% sure thing.  I wish the girls knew who we were (they aren’t told until we pass court) – I wish they knew that we were here thinking about them and waiting on them.  I wish we knew when the heck we were going to be traveling and picking them up.  And I wish this long, up-and-down roller-coaster called the adoption process would be done with.

Sorry for the self-pity trip.  It’s just a rough day.

Our Imagine Adoption caseworker was back in the office today.  Last week she and the other caseworkers went to Ethiopia, to see the facilities, to watch a court case, and to get a sense of the process and the operation on the other side of the pond.  She said over and over how hard all the people work there to make things go smoothly, to get cases through court, and to take care of the children.  It’s great to hear. (By the way, our second court date is on Wenesday – so wish us luck!)

She did get a chance to see our girls – not to spend any time with them, but she did see them and make a few notes.  She said they haven’t seen many “ferengis” – foreigners – so they were pretty shy when a whole bunch of Canadians showed up.  One of our girls was in particular very very shy – the other was more in the action and a bit bolder.  If you have seen the pictures of our girls, you can tell who is the shy one  ; she’s always twisting her skirt up or hollding onto her clothes – the other is more purposeful and confident in the pictures.

She also said that they are so beautiful – that the pictures don’t even do them justice (and they are pretty darn cute in their pictures!) They are more petite than they look in the pictures, too. Not unhealthy, just petite. She couldn’t tell them apart – she had to ask the caregivers which was which and kept track of them by the clothes that they were wearing.  Funny, in pictures Jrock and I can tell them apart immediately… but in person?    We’ll just have to see.

One of the ladies at the agency office is tasked with sending out pictures – so we are hoping for pics of our little ones in the next two weeks. We’ll get them as soon as she gets them all in order and sends them out. If we are through court, we might even be able to post them here!

Speaking of posting pictures on the girls – we need to come up with some blog names for them… suggestions? 

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Post your ideas by adding a comment below.