Wednesday, March 26, 2008

It's been a MONTH!

Pictures: Palm Sunday--All of us wore our Ukraine shirts to church; My kids on Easter Sunday morning in our dining room; Caleb with Vaseline application; Caleb with baby powder in hair to try to absorb said Vaseline; Caleb in the midst of the puzzles
Exactly one month ago today, Caleb and I flew home from Ukraine. Wow! That is so hard to believe. We just love this little guy so much. He is usually cheery and curious and a copycat and we get a kick out of him answering every question with 'neh.' Right now he has dusty grayish-blonde hair and smells really good. Why, you ask? Well, you'll have to read to the end to find out!

It's been a busy month with my niece's wedding, several church potlucks, week of Spring Break, friend's baby shower, pinewood derby cars, Easter. My kids didn't even get to color Easter eggs until last night--two days AFTER Easter. In spite of previous adoptions and quite a bit of reading regarding adoptions I never expected to feel so disoriented when I got home. Part of it I'm guessing was jet lag and culture shock but some I think was that some of my main organizers weren't there anymore. Like I explained it to myself 'my life isn't where I left it.' For example, the big calendar that I keep all appointments and events on was nowhere to be found. I knew I'd written myself notes on that calendar to remind me of scheduling after my return. I also didn't have one central place to write new appointments. Sounds silly, I know, but very disconcerting. Another thing was the purse I'd used prior to Ukraine was in shambles so a sweet and funny lady in my church had given me like ten purses and bags of various colors and sizes. I'd taken a very proper black one to Ukraine so I'd look properly dignified for court and so I'd blend in with all the rest of the black. Then after I got Caleb I'd moved my wallet into his diaper bag. So when I got home I had part of myself in my old purse, some in my black purse and yet more in the bottomless diaper bag. Again this sounds so silly but it was terrible. Finally I gave up on finding my original calendar and started in on another one and I moved all MY stuff into another of my purse choices and left Caleb's stuff in his bag. I also moved the contents of my cupboards back to where they belonged. I still feel not quite totally knowledgeable of all the stuff in all the piles on my breakfast bar but I'm working on it. (It's not that I don't stack things on the breakfast bar, too, it's just that I didn't make these stacks:)

Another thing I've been working on is more paperwork. Today I have two envelopes going to 2 different UPS Benefits Service Centers. One is the necessary documents for adding Caleb as a dependent on Kevin's insurance. The other is a check to cover the benefits that would have usually been subtracted from Kevin's paychecks which he obviously didn't recieve while he was in Ukraine for 3 weeks. A fat envelope is heading to our adoption agency with our court decree enclosed in both Ukrainian and English. Another one has our signed promissory note and a couple pictures for our Oxford adoption loan. The fattest of all is going to the Consulate General of Ukraine in San Francisco with Ukraine adoption decree, Ukraine passport, SASE. I have to wait on our next credit card bill to send in the packet for reimbursement from UPS for some adoption expenses.

Before I sign off, I simply must tell you about some of Mr. Caleb's antics and escapades. With a bit of fear and trembling I took him and myself to get haircuts. Please be aware we were both dressed in heavy fleecy sweatshirts and we opted to let Caleb sit on my lap for his first haircut. Both the stylist and I felt it was too risky to attempt a scissor cut so she let him feel the buzzing razor--no problem-- and he even tolerated the first

sweep or two on his head but after that it was definitely catch as catch can. His head was swinging every direction possible. His haircut really didn't look too bad afterwards considering but both of our shirts were absolutely coated with hair. Of course, he's done the usual things like dumping out all the board puzzles in a big pile on the floor, unloading the cassette stand and video drawers, shredding papers and crayons, and hunting like a vacuum cleaner for any candy within reach after Easter. One of the worst things was when I found him in the bathroom with a toothbrush full of kitty litter in his mouth. But so far his biggest mess was this last Monday. Kevin wasn't working that day and before I jumped in the shower I came out into the living room to check on Caleb. He was doing just fine but decided to follow me back as far as our bedroom. When I came out of the bathroom several minutes later, what to my wondering eyes should appear but a huge spot of Vaseline on our hunter green king-sized comforter, and a very shiny little boy who had applied a large enough dose of said Vaseline to his hair and face to keep them moist and youthful until he is 99--not to mention his shirt and pants. I rubbed-in the part on his face but of course 2 rounds of baby shampoo didn't even phase his hair. He looked horrible but I couldn't use anything stronger. So yesterday I got brave enough to start adding baby powder to the recipe. I dumped in lots with more added today. I must say it is absorbing the grease but it sure has made him prematurely gray!


Christina said...

Ok, so now with the haircut, the Vaseline, and the baby powder you know we are going to want to see some more pictures, right? Glad to hear that you sound like you are finding your "routine" again. Caleb sounds like a doll. Can't wait to hear about all of his *adventures* to come!

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Amy W said...

Too cute! Caleb sounds wonderful! Not a dull moment and a future full of laughter for sure! Can we see some pictures of your little cutie?:):)

Stephanie said...

My kid did that when he was 2!!! Him and a little friend got into a tube of vaseline that they found in a diaper bag and spreaded it from head to toe over each other and on the carpet and on the window!!! I used Dawn Dish soap to get it off everything including the kids :) . It can really dry out hair so I just used conditioner afterwards and let it sit for a while before rinsing and it seemed fine. Good Luck!!! Caleb is incredibly cute!

Rich, Andrea, Reece & Owen said...

That is too funny about the Vaseline. Owen did that to our CAT.....and cats REALLY don't like baths. But I can tell you I had to stop short of terpentine to get it out!

AZmomto7 said...

Oh no! Vaseline? That is too funny.
He sounds like such a wonderful little boy Joy. I think we went through the vaseline thing a few times with our sons. LOL

It took me about 6 weeks to get used to being home again. I kept expecting that Vorzel would be outside my door! :o) I too used a different handbag, and it took me weeks to switch back.

The piles of mail I had to go through? It took weeks, sometimes hours at a time shredding everything. I can't believe the amount of mail and junk mail one person can get in 6 weeks!

WheresMyAngels said...

How funny, the kitty liter was priceless! Um, the vasloine thing I did in highschool, one of them teen magazines said to use it as a deep conditioner. I had to wear my hair in a pony tail for a week and it always looked like my hair was wet.

Kathy & Matt said...

Thanks for sharing your stories - they are priceless. I'm so glad things are going so well for everyone, although a little messy at times.

I had a similar experience with Leeza. I found some of the dry cat food up in her room near the doll house and then a bunch in her waste basket. I think she took it up there for a snack, then realized it tasted awful! LOL!