Approved
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Over to the house again…
The basement server room (aka ‘mural wall’) had been completely finished by Rose, including golden Japanese lanterns, and the bath, everything looking squeaky and painted, including reclaimed hardware for the cabinet from some discarded antique.
Additionally, while so organizing and pitching and refining, Rose had stumbled across their great-great grandfather’s hobo knife dating from around 1909. And hand-pieced diaries from great-great grandma.
And alien sightings in Tennessee…
Honey to cure warts…
Chocolate muffins.
All the usualness.
Speaking of chocolate…
Mom and Dad had been out to Bacana Brasil the previous evening, which they loved, followed by a trip to Target. Dad was in a Chocolate Mood. He came bag with Ghirardelli dark chocolate, M’nM chocolate pretzel balls, and two tubs of chocolate ice cream.
“Well, girls like chocolate, right?” he had asked Mom, to confirm this expenditure.
Plus, of course, the inevitable conversation hearts.
Meanwhile…
Mom was reading books to Puck about virtues.
“What is honesty, Puck?” she asked.
“It means you’re sick,” Puck replied.
Then Rose showed her dream car to Collette: Aston Martin. In the department of $200,000.
Puck helped Carrie make broccoli salad for lunch. Or, as Puck learned to call it, ‘little tree salad’.
Piggy-back rides for Puck by Linnea.
Brief conference regarding Linnea’s upcoming history program.
Carrie suggested the Dr. Seuss series in Spanish to aid in Puck learning the language. And, subsequently, his parents.
Extolling the amazing qualities of St. Louis…
The usual.
Long-awaited, at precisely 1:20, the news arrived.
After eighteen months since the initial application to the adoption agency, and six of those months being for the dossier sitting in South America, they had finally been approved by the country of Colombia.
It was happy news, indeed. Puck ran around in circles, crowing, for a full minute.
“Congratulations,” said Carrie. “I’ll make champagne muffins.”
Now only to wait about another three years and seven months or so.
And life continued with errands: library, Target, bank, post office.
Church.
Eleven crazy kids up for making valentine invitations, storming through bowls of cheese puffs, endless Dixie cups of lemonade, and learning proper manners and behavior from animated bumblebees. Etc.
Further big news of the day came from Louisiana.
Monday had her little baby girl and her very first photograph was presented to the world shortly before eight o’clock that evening.
The day had been good for baby news in both St. Louis and Shreveport.