Christmas Hijinks

So, Friday was Dante’s birthday, and given that he just turned three, he didn’t really have that lengthy of a wish list. Pretty much the only thing he specifically asked for was to go to Isaac’s for supper. Love that kid. 😉 Anyway, as we’re packing him into the car to head back home after supper, he announces that, “Now, we go home, put on our pajamas, and get ready for Christmas!” Cute, huh?

We decided on Saturday to follow through with that: The get ready for Christmas part, specifically. We ran out to Wal-Mart to pick up a new artificial tree, since we chucked our old, mangy one last year. After a brief flirtation with a pre-lit (and over-priced!) tree, we decided to go with a regular one, which was half the price, and after all, “We have all those lights at home, anyway.” We bring it back home, put Dante down for a nap, and start to move furniture around in the living room to accommodate the new tannenbaum.

That’s when we discover the wall behind our Futon was starting to fall apart. Old, painted-over wallpaper was peeling away from the mildewed plaster. A quick visit from my mom (quick house-repairer extraordinaire!), a bucket o’ bleach, and a tub of ready-to-use spackle later, and we’ve got the wall fixed, and the tree is on its way to being set up.

After completion of the tree, we rifle through the boxes of decorations looking for the lights. A brief exchange follows:

“I can’t find the lights!”
“Um…You sure you brought all the decoration boxes down from the attic?”
“They were the only ones there!”
(insert attic rummage here)
“I can’t find the lights!”
“Told you.”

It’s at this point that we recall that we chucked the lights (read: half-burned out, tangled-up messes of wires and broken hard plastic bulbs) in addition to the tree last year. (sigh) The upside is that this led us to purchasing these nifty new LED lights that are brighter than fabled direction-pointing stars, have the life expectancy of a twinkie crossed with a cockroach, and I think if they pushed just a little bit harder in the R&D department, could actually generate electricity on their own. When these puppies turn on, you can’t help but stand there and go, “Ooooh!” Of course, part of that may be a bad reaction to the eggnog you just quaffed, but you need to take that up on your own with your stomach.

So, as you’re decorating your own domiciles this holiday season… Um, I really wanted to wrap this up with a nifty, pithy saying that would be quoted on the blogosphere for decades to come, but I got nothing. Sorry. Uh, Merry Christmas?


Updates? We don’t need no steenkin’ updates!

So, I can’t tell you how many times people have come up to me and said, “Hey, you guys haven’t said anything on your blog about the adoption lately.”

Well, actually I can tell you how many times people have come up to me and said that. It’s zero. I just don’t really want to, because it makes me look emotionally needy. And I’ve heard that emotional neediness is bad for the image. Does this emotion make me look fat?

Anyway, things are progressing quite … glacially … at this point. Nean & I are still reading up on the pleasures and pitfalls of adoption. And we’re starting to stress out about what needs to be fixed around the house and whether or not we need to do it before the home study. One happy thing that kinda dropped in our laps was the fact that Sesame Street this week was doing a storyline where Gina, the veterinarian on the ‘street, went to Guatemala to adopt a baby. This very nicely helped Dante to understand the situation. In his words, “Oh! Marco’s adopted and Gina’s his mommy!” ‘Twas a good moment.

So, yeah, not much else to say. I’m sure we’ll have more news after December 11, which is when we have our class at the agency. Stay tuned.