See that big fat binder?
(at least you can't accuse me of being vain)
That binder holds our paperwork.
The first day we met our social worker, she notes my pitiful recycled-from-the-kids folder, and ducks into the back room. She emerged with this Big Mama. I thought it was a little over the top.
Now? It's pretty much full.
I'm thinking we are almost finished with the paper chasing. But at least it gave me something to do towards the adoption.
We are starting our 5th month of waiting.
It's gotta be soon!
Maybe I could use my waiting time to plant some trees because I'm pretty sure we just used a small forest.