So we're in the middle of collecting paperwork for the adoption application. Weirdness abounds. Yesterday we had physicals. The measuring bar on the scale was too short to measure Bryce's height. Have I mentioned that Filipinos are not tall? I'm right at home here height-wise, but Bryce is off the charts. Everyone in the office stopped to stare and giggle. Poor Bryce.
Today we chatted about Charlotte Church and Princess Di and secret US laser bombs with a retired Filipino military officer-turned lawyer/notary who lounged at his desk wearing leopard-print shorts and a tye-dyed mumu. His wife (also a lawyer/notary) bustled around notarizing things, hovering to make sure her assistant used the typewriter correctly (haven't seen one of those for a while!), and generally being helpful: "sit there," "sit here," "sit there," "sign here," "everything is above board here, oh yes, all above board." Color me reassured.
I also got fingerprinted for a background check, sat around at the bank for half an hour to do wire transfers, bought a playpen, picked up pictures, dropped off and picked up more pictures, signed the kids up for school, found an adoption lawyer (of the tye-dye-free variety), filled out forms, and even found time for a hair appointment this afternoon to hide all the gray hair I'm getting.