Friday, October 17, 2008

Oh Our Bags Are Packed....

I actually think, gasp, we are ready to go. Our bags are pretty much packed. We have gifts for the orphanage director, two social workers, Mr. Yeh (the driver), the foster family, the birth mother, and an extra for whomever. We have plane tickets, hotel reservations, passports and money. We have a myriad of forms, including the new and exciting I-864W that I got via e-mail yesterday. The house sitter is coming, the fridge is cleaned out, and the plants are watered.

Even Romi's bag is packed--which I gotta tell you, was no easy feat. Try packing for a baby when you've never had one. Then try packing for a person you've never met. Then pack for a baby you've never met who is six months old, meaning he is either wearing clothes for babies that are three-to-six months old or six-to-nine months old (the crazy sizes they come in). If that isn't bad enough, his diaper size is either a 2, which goes up to 18 pounds, or a 3, which starts at 16 pounds. And you have to be careful because you don't want them to be too loose or they will leak and they can't be too tight or they will be uncomfortable.

Topping this all off, I actually ignored some things on the list. Yep, I made my first renegade parental decisions and decided that some of the items on the list just weren't necessary. Living even further on the edge, we also decided not to bring a stroller. I know, we're going to be living in a hotel with a half-year-old baby and traveling through airports without one of the most common parental accouterments. We are seriously living on the edge.

Of course, our rebel status only goes so far....we did have a licensed car seat installer put the car seats in our cars!

1 comment:

Hallie said...

Packing is a true art form in which you have truly excelled!