I was going to write this post yesterday, but a nasty strom rolled into town during bedtime stories. The tornado sirens went off, we spent 45 minutes sitting in the basement, the power went out and didn't return for many hours, and Steve spent part of the evening hauling the neighbors' downed limbs/trees to the curb. We had leaves plastered to the side of the house, but no damage at all. Most of our town wasn't so lucky - fences blown over, roofs torn off, and lots and lots of trees damaged or destroyed. So, with all the excitement and no power, I didn't blog.
One year ago yesterday was the first anniversay of Rachel's Adoption Day. In China, families are given a day's temporary custody of their new child to determine if this is REALLY the child they want to adopt. (When we received Katherine, they actually handed us a business card that read "If you are not satisfied with this child call this number."!!!!!) So, the day after Rachel's traumatic introduction to her new family we had to go back to the Civil Affairs office to sign the paperwork.
Rachel bounced out of bed that morning and I knew we were in for it. This kid is soooo ornery!
After the paperwork we drove back to the hotel. Do you remember the sad photo of Rachel on my lap in the car on Gotcha Day? The one where she was searching for her foster mother and sobbing? This was what she looked like less than 24 hours later. And pretty much how she was been ever since.