tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61961011322975259812024-02-22T10:40:07.337-07:00Bringing Hugo HomeValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-16008535887837081332013-04-02T21:09:00.001-06:002013-04-02T21:10:09.117-06:00Easter Time!For our Easter happenings, click on the link below.<br />
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<a href="http://adrianakay.blogspot.com/2013/04/happy-easter.html">http://adrianakay.blogspot.com/2013/04/happy-easter.html</a>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-83434875510956309152013-03-20T11:45:00.003-06:002013-03-20T11:45:40.648-06:00The adventures of Hugo and AdrianaSome pictures of the fun Adriana and Hugo have been having. <br />
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<br />Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-78923951437720143342013-03-05T19:01:00.001-07:002013-03-05T19:01:07.603-07:00Homecoming Pictures!!!!After 14 hours of travel, we finally made it home! Here is the beautiful, amazing people that were there to greet us! And Adriana and Hugo meeting for the first time!!!!<br />
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<br />Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-86385333735094266692013-03-05T11:47:00.001-07:002013-03-05T11:47:05.103-07:00Bringing Hugo Home!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/03/05/1698.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/03/05/s_1698.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> Never have to say goodbye again!!!!<br /><br />So my computer is down and with the craziness of the past few weeks I haven't had a moment to update. I will get pics posted and stories of our first 5 weeks as a complete family. It has been fun. It has been hard. It has been the best. <br /><br />Rob and I headed to Haiti at midnight on Monday, the 21st of January. We arrived in Haiti Tuesday morning in time to get settled at hotel, pick up Hugo and get ready for our VISA appointment. We got picked up by the Director of our orphanage and went to the Embassy. I won't bore you with details but the Embassy was fast and uneventful. All went well and we were given a time to come back Thursday and pick up Hugo's VISA. It all went very smoothly. Our director headed to Haitian Social Services to get our exit letter ready so once they saw the VISA we would be free to head home. <br /><br />Thursday Rob and Pierre, our orphanage director, headed to the embassy and got our paperwork. Then Head to ibesr to get our exit letter. <br /><br />That day we also went to the orphanage to have a goodbye party for Hugo with all his toddler friends. Angie picked up a cake and we went to celebrate. Hugo was a little freaked out and wouldn't let go of me, but the rest of the kids had a blast. <br /><br />Hugo and I stayed at the orphanage while Rob went to get our paperwork and got to hang out with the older kids. They did cartwheels and flips and I had so much fun hanging out with them. They are such amazing kids and I am so thankful that most of them will be coming home to their families soon!!!<br /><br />Friday night we got the last of the paperwork we needed to leave and we left on the first flight out Saturday morning. We were so excited to get home to Adriana and get our new life started. I will say that Rob and I were happy we got that week in Haiti to just be with Hugo. Kind of a calm and relaxing time before things got real. :). There was also a bonding trip for other adoptive parents from the orphanage happening while we were there. We got to see some of our great friends we have made in this process and they got to help us celebrate bringing Hugo home!!!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/03/05/1699.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/03/05/s_1699.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> First Plane Ride <br /><br />To get home we had to take 3 flights. It was a long day. But Hugo did great. We went through Ft Lauderdale customs from Haiti. Once we walked out of customs Hugo was an American citizen! And greeted by his good friend Jayden who came home in November. He and Hugo lived in the same room at the orphanage. It was so amazing that we got to see him and his wonderful Mom. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/03/05/1702.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/03/05/s_1702.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> Hugo and Jayden<br /><br />At 9:55 pm that day we arrived in Denver and were greeted by family and friends! And my children finally met. It was the most special moment of my life. I am not sure I have ever felt such joy. It was beautiful!!!<br /><br />Pics to come....<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-81542854159403094592013-01-19T09:27:00.000-07:002013-01-19T09:27:02.120-07:00Hugo is coming home!This week has been a whirlwind. We started it off with getting an email from USCIS that our petition to make Hugo our immediate relative was approved. After only 6 days. Which was shocking and something we never expected. Record time. <div>
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This lead Rob and I to decide to start getting prepared. Carpets cleaned. Child Proofing. The things we put off because they are not very fun. I made lists of 30 things I wanted to get done and set out Wednesday to get the ball rolling. Rob asked me to meet him for lunch and as we sat down to get a table, I got an email from USCIS with our VISA appointment. I saw the title and said to Rob, "Oh good! Hopefully this is set soon." I should mention by soon I was thinking like 2 weeks out. 3 weeks. Well this is what it said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">To say that we panicked a bit is kind of an understatement. We immediately emailed our agency to see if this was even possible. That gave us 5 business days. Actually 4. We didn't know if this gave the orphanage enough time to do what they needed to with Hugo's medical reports. Since we have never done this before, there is a lot we just don't know. </span></div>
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Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-82364785400488916012012-12-10T11:37:00.000-07:002012-12-15T15:13:06.421-07:00Hugo's Passport is printed!!!!I am a few weeks late on this but things have been hectic and I have neglected my posting duties.<br />
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Our passport application was submitted at the end of October to Haitian immigration for Hugo's passport. Based on other timelines and families that have been going through this process ahead of us, we didn't really think that we would be hearing about Hugo's passport for a couple months. Plus, in this process, nothing has happened in the timeframes we have been given. It is the world of adoption. Internationally. Our experience has taught us to have hope but not to have true expectations for when things might happen. Because nothing goes as planned.<br />
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So the Tuesday before Thanksgiving we were getting ready to head to Disneyland with Adriana for the holiday. Adriana and I were heading to have lunch with my mom and I got a phone call from our agency. First off, they never call so when I saw CCAI on my phone, I panicked. I can count on 1 hand the times I have talked to them on the phone. It isn't bad, we just do most communication through email. So when I saw them calling, I got super nervous. Just panicky. (I should also tell you they have never called me with bad news. I just always assume it is.)<br />
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I answered and heard on the other end, a truly excited voice from our wonderful dossier manager, Kim. She said she didn't want to share this news over email so she called. Then told me that Hugo's passport had been printed! She was sending me a picture of it but wanted to let me know as soon as possible. <br />
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I can't really describe what I felt in that moment. 3 weeks to get a passport was seriously not heard of. I wasn't expecting it. And I was so happy, shocked and just overwhelmed. My head just kept repeating "he will be home soon! It is coming true. It is happening." I felt so happy. But couldn't really talk or function. Just silent. I truly wonder what I will do when we find out it is time to go get him. Pass out? Wreck my car? I better pull over before I take that call.<br />
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So this phone call has truly been my favorite one so far. We are so much closer to getting our boy home. <br />
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We have 1 step left. We just have to get the US immigration to approve our petition and get Hugo a VISA appt so we can get his VISA to get him into the US. This step shouldn't, in theory, take too long. But as we learned, nothing is what is expected. We were told about 3 weeks ago that our file was going to be submitted to the Embassy in Haiti. And here we sit 3 weeks later and that still hasn't happened. We truly hoped for a end of the year homecoming, but at this point, that will not happen. We found out last week there are mistakes in our file and that it has to be fixed before the US will accept. We truly have no idea what they are or how long it may take to fix them. <br />
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So now we sit and wait. We pray and hope for good news to come that our file will be submitted. And we hope it comes soon. Until then we will be thankful we are this far. And that Hugo is our son. I can't ask for a better gift than that. Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-46369930209805341882012-10-29T17:27:00.003-06:002012-10-30T11:04:19.965-06:007 Degrees of Adoption WaitingSo every day of waiting for this adoption to be complete, I think of some new silly, and usually weird and off the wall, thing to keep me sane. I barter. I think that if I make certain plans, Hugo will come home faster. I tried the whole "build it and he will come" campaign with his room. That one was good. It took up a lot of time and kept me occupied so I wouldn't sit around and wonder why we weren't hearing anything. It didn't bring him home but the reward of that task was really productivity.<br />
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Today I was thinking about all the different emotions I feel on a daily basis. All the different "seasons" of adoption. And this list popped into my head. I think I have felt all of these. And not always in order. Sometimes I feel more of them at the same time. <br />
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1. Elation - Look at my beautiful kid(s)!!!!<br />
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2. Sadness - It is so hard to be away from this beautiful kid(s).<br />
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3. Anger - It is so wrong that I have to wait so long to begin my daily life with this beautiful kid(s).<br />
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4. Indifference and Despair - Whatever. That beautiful kid(s) is never coming home. No matter what I do.<br />
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5. Stage 1 Insanity - This feels hopeful. I have a renewed sense of energy for this fight for my beautiful kid(s). (This is also accompanied with what I like to call a degree of bat shit craziness.)<br />
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6. Desperation and The Bad Place - Making crazy bargains or declarations in hopes that the adoption Gods will cut me some slack and send that beautiful kid(s) home. <br />
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7. Stage 5 Insanity - This you never return from. Welcome to your new normal. <br />
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Of course this all in fun. I know that all of this is worth it. Worth every moment of waiting to get to be the mommy of that beautiful boy. <br />
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This is just a piece of my crazy while I am waiting...<br />
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But today I was inspired by this song. I love it and I sing it to Hugo every night and hope he can always feel my love. I don't know why it didn't hit me before to use it. But I am glad to be inspired by it today.<br />
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Godspeed little man<br />
Sweet dreams little man<br />
My love will fly to you each night on angel's wings<br />
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Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-89936309897457125022012-09-05T16:39:00.002-06:002012-09-05T16:39:58.889-06:00My favorite update to write....so farI haven't done any updates this summer. Partly because we haven't really had any news to share. Partly because I decided we would never hear an update again. (Rational, that is me). We did get an update that didn't end up being true. And it hurt. And it was hard but we let it go and moved on. And waited.<div>
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It was our ADOPTION DECREE!!!!!!! Hugo is now officially, Huguenson Etchepare. </div>
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I am fairly sure I jumped around for the rest of the day. I made a lot of calls. Sent emails. Cried. Laughed and felt like a great weight that I had been carrying around all summer had been lifted. We had a long and somewhat crappy summer. Rob and I have been pretty happy to put this summer behind us. But it ended with Hugo officially becoming our son. The absolute sweetest and happiest moment in this journey. </div>
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Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-40563773016665635292012-07-08T21:03:00.001-06:002012-07-08T21:03:05.174-06:00Chicken PoxSo a couple weeks ago I got the dreaded email, Hugo has chicken pox. Attached was a cute picture of him head to toe covered in baby powder. And a note that it doesn't seem to be getting him down. Just a tad bit itchy.<br />
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He is young and his case was mild. And well, now the chicken pox are over and he will never worry about having them again. But the mom part of my heart had a really hard time with this. I know he did ok, and had many people loving on him and taking care of him. And I am so thankful and grateful for the beautiful women that love on my boy every day and make sure he is cared for. But the selfish part of me wanted to be there to hold him and help him through each itch and love on him to take it away. <br />
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But as you can see, he seems to be doing ok. They had a special birthday celebration for Naika and the kids with chicken pox got a special treat. And there is nothing Hugo loves more than cake! <br />
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<br />Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-91804250205253149252012-06-06T09:47:00.001-06:002012-06-06T09:47:25.514-06:00Surprise May trip to Haiti<br />
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Here are some pics from my most recent, and very last minute, trip to Haiti in May. <br />
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I was asked on a Thursday if I wanted to go on Sunday, and after 2 days of planning, babysitting set up, emotional breakdowns and guilt, I booked on Friday and left Sunday. It was so last minute and 100% of out character for me but I am so glad I did it and had such an amazing time. Thanks to the wonderful and amazing Kelly, my most loving and awesome friend. <br />
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Story to come with all the details but right now, here are some of my favorite moments that Kelly so beautifully captured. <br />
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Mommy pick me up!!!</div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-57465950521052964962012-05-01T22:01:00.003-06:002012-05-01T22:01:53.068-06:00Our April TripHere it is! The slide show for our recent trip. <br />
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So in my head, I automatically thought this would go fast for us too. 4 months came and went. 5 months....6 months....you get the picture. </div><div><br /></div><div>March 6th we hit 9 months of waiting. Which if you look at the timeline, isn't truly that long. But when your heart aches for your child, it seems like an eternity.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last Friday we got amazing news, we got an email with our IBESR receipt and the most lovely words "The Etchepare's are out of IBESR and en route to Parquet!" To say that Rob and I were excited is an understatement. I may have screamed and cried a lot of happy tears in Target (and scared some people around me). It was truly a great day!!!!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>So we have 1 step down and a few more to go. Unfortunately this doesn't mean Hugo will be home in the next couple months. But it is a big step to getting us closer to getting him home. I feel like we have come out on the other side with this step and that is progress. It has done a lot for our hearts, our minds and helping in keeping us going in a positive direction. </div><div><br /></div><div>We still will have frustrations and have to remember to have patience a lot in the upcoming months, but our file is on the move and right now that is all we can ask for. We are so thankful for this little boy and he is worth the wait. </div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-52197510302913036662012-03-20T16:26:00.002-06:002012-03-20T16:32:17.326-06:00While my Hugo gently sleeps<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59PSd9W4Wpfy3OA5j-9v3fNQJtjf9RsRcoAyvpz31wbIzgY_u4Ion1gJzabRIhuYV3X2-C2opXM5S0A83a-sRbJ5p4kZx7GulEA8xKd0hRf_MeimdimjBW9l3pi1umroFthnPtZ5sBDr0/s1600/Hugo+sleeping.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59PSd9W4Wpfy3OA5j-9v3fNQJtjf9RsRcoAyvpz31wbIzgY_u4Ion1gJzabRIhuYV3X2-C2opXM5S0A83a-sRbJ5p4kZx7GulEA8xKd0hRf_MeimdimjBW9l3pi1umroFthnPtZ5sBDr0/s320/Hugo+sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722110665475327410" /></a><br />I get a lot of photos of Hugo sleeping. The boy likes to sleep. This photo is from this week. My dear friend Jen is at the orphanage working with the kids and she took this for me. Her goal is to get a picture of him awake and not on the move. Good luck Jen. He has 2 modes. Asleep or wild man. :) Love that boy!Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-49515013360379082782012-02-17T08:45:00.006-07:002012-02-17T09:49:01.147-07:00Rubble Wear<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqa5-IW4B60toYICK3i52ecvkVJY8GFi8-2Uy755Lt8Nbgof9OoVTxDtiboVZYHiGYJde_BIwm7jhIg9cKjmqgQGgQVeV9omp3XtP8FswQSOKb7CzLB_2zxP3j-lhMIW2fG682v8c78NHl/s1600/IMG_3664.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqa5-IW4B60toYICK3i52ecvkVJY8GFi8-2Uy755Lt8Nbgof9OoVTxDtiboVZYHiGYJde_BIwm7jhIg9cKjmqgQGgQVeV9omp3XtP8FswQSOKb7CzLB_2zxP3j-lhMIW2fG682v8c78NHl/s320/IMG_3664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710136438228446498" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div>When I first went to Haiti in July, I bought this necklace that was made by the nannies at the orphanage out of the rubble from the earthquake. It is one of my most favorite possessions. Not only because it is beautiful, but because it is made by the nannies that love on my boy and the proceeds go back to the nannies to help support their families.<div><br /></div><div>When I went to Haiti in January, I met the awesome lady, Kelly, that works for the Oak Project, the organization that created the idea of these necklaces and learned the story of how they came to be. It just made me love my necklace even more. I also got to meet Glorieuse, who is the creative mind behind the necklaces that you see above. They are called Rubble Wear and I brought some home to see if my friends and family would like to buy some and support these amazing woman. I sold the original batch I bought immediately and received some more last week. I am very grateful to all my friends and family that have supported this project. Click here for the story of how this all came to be.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.theoakproject.com/theoakproject/rubble-wear.html">http://www.theoakproject.com/theoakproject/rubble-wear.html</a></div><div><br /></div><div>One thing that stands out about Maison is that the care that the children receive. I could tell when I first went there in July and when I saw how Hugo lit up when he saw his caretakers. They love our children and I could not ask for anything more for him. He is loved and he loves.</div><div><br /></div><div>I still have some necklaces left. If you are interested in purchsing one, please send me an email at valetchepare@gmail.com and I will send you pictures of the necklaces I have left. They are $25 and all money received goes back to the Oak Project and the nannies. </div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-51229616598465051592012-02-15T10:09:00.003-07:002012-02-15T10:16:26.873-07:00Latest Picture of our Boy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc6Ohb7KNZz5_cmiAEsBO6ryzMkAoyCV_Kl2y-MUQWBdA7YwRjS0MXz13nZDfiMDkx7j9FbeIqgODCcrax_6lM9JJJdKhOXPrAZZL7GO6yIbXJxqgDt0yiPim2G84moiVDugRjcMNKSLEZ/s1600/IMG_3680.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc6Ohb7KNZz5_cmiAEsBO6ryzMkAoyCV_Kl2y-MUQWBdA7YwRjS0MXz13nZDfiMDkx7j9FbeIqgODCcrax_6lM9JJJdKhOXPrAZZL7GO6yIbXJxqgDt0yiPim2G84moiVDugRjcMNKSLEZ/s320/IMG_3680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709412022171078514" /></a><br />I got this photo from the orphanage last week. We call it "Camo Hugo" as that shirt makes him blend into the wall. It is awesome. What makes me happier (and I am not sure why) but this is a shirt I bought for Hugo for my trip and sent it to the orphanage with him when I left. And it makes me furiously happy to see him in it. <div><br /></div><div>We also got an update that he is now participating in more songs and games at school each day. I have this picture of his defiance for these things and watching him slowly giving in to having fun. When it is probably just because he is getting acclimated to being a part of a school type setting, I like my picture better. It just means he will fit in so well here. My little rebel. It just makes me more excited to get him home and get to know and see his personality on a daily basis. I already have bits and pieces from our trip that I have molded together. I am really ready to see the whole picture. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-11876889783024611522012-02-06T15:43:00.004-07:002012-02-06T15:58:37.814-07:00The Not So Fun AnniversariesSo today we hit a date that I am not particularly happy about. As of today, we have officially been in IBESR (Haitian Social Services) and awaiting approval so we can move forward in the adoption process for 8 months. When I say 8 months it doesn't seem like a truly long time. But when you live 8 months, waiting for an email or a phone call that you have moved forward, it gets long! It has has been 8 months since we have had any update on our adoption file because nothing happens until we get out of IBESR. And when I think of it that way, it feels even longer.<div><br /></div><div>At the end of last week I was stuck on a very low point in all of this. Not only had my patience run out, I was very angry. Mad at the world. Mad at Haiti. Mad at everything. Just so upset that I have to keep living life without one huge part of it with me. I didn't want to make plans. I didn't want to move forward at all. Because it feels unfair to move forward without Hugo here with us. We talked of things to do as a family and it just made me more upset. This happens a lot but never quite as severely as it hit me last week. I even got to a point that I didn't believe that he was ever coming home. That is when Rob stepped in. He is pretty good about staying silent and letting me vent or do my crazy mom thing. But he calmly talked to me and said, without any doubt or uncertainty, that Hugo will be home someday and things will be ok. He is the rock. He is the level headed one that will keep me from being committed. </div><div><br /></div><div>And I know that what he was saying is true. I feel that in my heart. I feel guilt for losing faith in all this. And the guilt I felt for feeling like he would never be here, was a little overwhelming. But the sad fact in all of this is that anger does nothing productive. Sure, it makes me crazy and a little scary to be around, but who wants that? It does nothing to move things forward or bring Hugo home. So I had to let it go. I have to move forward. Because that is the only thing that makes sense and is fair to Adriana, Rob and me. And to Hugo. He deserves for me to stay strong and positive and productive in this journey to get him home. </div><div><br /></div><div>So today I am trying to change my attitude, not let the demons get the best of me. To move forward on a positive note. The 8 month mark is not really helping that. But we knew that this could take long. Our time frame for IBESR was 4 months to 24. So the reality is, we are not even half way to the worst case scenario. But as with everything, I saw people getting through this part in 2 to 4 months and it gave me hope that it would happen for us too. But it hasn't. And well. I have to be ok. I have no other option. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-65668727020452458782012-02-03T10:20:00.003-07:002012-02-03T10:25:36.255-07:00My beautiful boy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU1WmnE79_dv8FRbnpBFp9yKn5WNWivpEI2c4kp15evgbvpcoS2LWRi0f-DFJiTON9UsjKq7DeWOOkiWuQuoiQoMu1xZ6wS9pRc6NW_FtZeQgSyjC3qdiKyGzktqDFARM73D-oQVd2FHPR/s1600/DSCF7413.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU1WmnE79_dv8FRbnpBFp9yKn5WNWivpEI2c4kp15evgbvpcoS2LWRi0f-DFJiTON9UsjKq7DeWOOkiWuQuoiQoMu1xZ6wS9pRc6NW_FtZeQgSyjC3qdiKyGzktqDFARM73D-oQVd2FHPR/s320/DSCF7413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704961219113576610" /></a><br />Here is my favorite picture from my trip. Hugo and I really had a lot of fun and silly times together (as well as some challenging ones..which I honestly loved because it just made me feel like his momma).<div><br /></div><div>I have debated doing a slide show about this trip since I don't have as many pictures, but it seems to be good therapy for me so I think one will come soon. </div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-33162857322254570282012-01-20T14:04:00.001-07:002012-01-20T14:12:52.647-07:00Heading back to HaitiThis Sunday I will be heading back to Haiti to visit my sweet boy. I am really excited but also a little sad as Rob is not going with me. Because of work and so we don't strain our family babysitting resources, Rob has decided to stay home and take care of Adriana while I go. I will miss him and he will miss having his time with Hugo, but I think this begins the parental split of having multiple children. We must learn to use our time wisely especially until Hugo gets home. For both our kids' sakes. Our split though just happens to cross international waters. :)<div><br /></div><div>We have no real update on our adoption. We continue to be in IBESR. We are closing in on 8 months and while we were told it would take anywhere from 4 months to 24, we were hoping to be on the lower end of that timeframe. I am really hoping we hear something soon. It is hard to go month after month without any news. But I am very thankful for these trips and that we are lucky enough to be able to go and see Hugo as much as we can. It is a blessing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Some great news on the adoption front for some other families though. A group of families adopting from our orphanage have received their adoption decrees and that means that in the eyes of Haiti, their children's adoptions are finalized and they are awaiting for their passport and Visa to come home. I am so excited and happy for these families. Their kids are amazing and deserve to get home to their loving families. It is a great week for the adoption world as a whole. Hoping for some more good news for other families waiting too. But seeing these families complete the process brings hope to everyone waiting. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-69919547467297590652012-01-01T07:54:00.007-07:002012-01-01T11:30:53.509-07:00What a difference a year makes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxSaWCiI-V5lK2pdMLITueKrBp0sTR8nfdBdPm3Oh_VZQB8WffsVE55Yx60sfG0ILp_1fdBxgsUQEs0WNlE_Gz8RJWXta87x0qCxpDpcXOC21FNL2uVXEd2zSV8BVuGWAwNPpb0r2gk0_/s1600/Hugo%2521%2521%2521.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxSaWCiI-V5lK2pdMLITueKrBp0sTR8nfdBdPm3Oh_VZQB8WffsVE55Yx60sfG0ILp_1fdBxgsUQEs0WNlE_Gz8RJWXta87x0qCxpDpcXOC21FNL2uVXEd2zSV8BVuGWAwNPpb0r2gk0_/s320/Hugo%2521%2521%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692681295397825890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Taken by a mission group, Grangou, that was in Haiti for Christmas and had a Christmas party for the children at the orphanage</div><div style="text-align: center;">December 2011</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIwHWiuW989EqllAg1-ZnI50DIaSVUs1XFPeaZ88l0TSuJiS_x-NiAYkDiJ5Dx6KMhI0JWm6Kh8Of3nTjT2mm8aiJr49bRpm0t_ZwPs4DEMuknJeFuIq2gvCPrsF_-1mRk5gruSWzuICMh/s1600/Hugo+4+months+old.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIwHWiuW989EqllAg1-ZnI50DIaSVUs1XFPeaZ88l0TSuJiS_x-NiAYkDiJ5Dx6KMhI0JWm6Kh8Of3nTjT2mm8aiJr49bRpm0t_ZwPs4DEMuknJeFuIq2gvCPrsF_-1mRk5gruSWzuICMh/s320/Hugo+4+months+old.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692682744668082690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">December 2010</div><br />Much of my time is spent on the internet. For many reasons. But I spend an insane amount of my spare time searching for pictures of Hugo on the internet. Facebook, You Tube, Blogs. All of it. Many mission teams visit Maison throughout the year and many have photo albums of the children as well as video. So much of my time is spent going through strangers photos and videos just for a glimpse of him. Our Team Haiti group is also amazing at finding new Facebook albums for us to go through. It sounds a little crazy to spend my time going through things. But it truly does make me feel connected to Haiti and the orphanage. <div><br /></div><div>I have only found the above pictures of Hugo in all of these albums but it also makes me very happy to see all of the other children that live with him. To see pictures of my friend's children they are waiting to adopt and some of the faces of the kids that we fell in love with on our trips. Hugo is not the only Haitian kid that consumes my thoughts on a daily basis. I feel so much love for so many of the children there. They are all beautiful, charming, happy children and to be around them is truly a gift. I would venture to say Rob agrees with me as on our last trip, I sent him for pics and he came back with an arm full of kid. :) <div><br /></div><div>The last picture above is a picture I found right before Christmas. This picture is most special to me because it was the very first picture we received of Huguenson and the picture that grabbed us, pulled us in and started the process of us falling in love with him. It was taken in December of 2010 when he was 4 months old. I absolutely love it. When we received his information the picture was in a word document and not great quality. But it is the only picture we have of Hugo before he was 6 months old. His only true baby/newborn picture we will ever have of him. So when I found it, I was very excited. It was taken by a photographer that visited Haiti and took photos for the orphanage. I contacted her to see if I could buy a digital copy or prints of this picture and any other she may have. She is such a nice lady and is going to look and see if she has anymore of him to send to me. She has no idea how much this means to me. But I will make sure she knows.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Happy New Year to all the kids at Maison. May this be the year that you get home to your families are find your forever family to love you and care for you. </div></div></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-27815856958543567912011-12-25T18:11:00.003-07:002011-12-25T18:22:40.654-07:00Merry Christmas Huguenson!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7itUrKt_dG500QMXCzr7ZsiHA5zoiUP9wAEQpQRWdySCWoJEWVFZtXsFxw_ZMd_ym_dQbPtXPr9G8MF4P-pY6MjRWnAX-Utj62HLfPsghJZ_FOwIdlx6moVcpfZJrb47HH6y-qUWyISY1/s1600/IMG_3301.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7itUrKt_dG500QMXCzr7ZsiHA5zoiUP9wAEQpQRWdySCWoJEWVFZtXsFxw_ZMd_ym_dQbPtXPr9G8MF4P-pY6MjRWnAX-Utj62HLfPsghJZ_FOwIdlx6moVcpfZJrb47HH6y-qUWyISY1/s320/IMG_3301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690241331908106546" /></a><br />Merry Christmas to my sweet Hugo. <div><br /></div><div>This was the most amazing year as it is the year that Hugo came into our lives. Our lives were made richer and fuller because of him and we are so thankful every day that we get to be his parents.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is bittersweet to celebrate the holidays and have happy times with our family but not have him here. There is a huge void that can only be filled by having him come home. He is in our hearts and on our minds every moment. </div><div><br /></div><div><div>We have his pictures everywhere and they will have to do until he is here with us. The waiting is hard, it hurts. It tests us every day. But I know this is all worth it. He is worth it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Merry Christmas everyone. Hug your loved ones tight and keep them close. </div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-90670750911734483302011-12-07T21:37:00.003-07:002011-12-07T21:54:31.233-07:00December Bonding TripHere is our trip in pictures. More to come.<br /><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a67784f446b304e6a413d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a67784f446b304e6a413d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=samsclub&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center">Customize a free slideshow design</td></tr></tbody></table>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-8096125610420434142011-11-29T07:56:00.004-07:002011-11-29T08:03:22.386-07:00Hair no more<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2gY3q8p1JG7CpHoxARhTl6Q-MZXFYgW5f7UG9Wf4l-2sNcOYwI-LkgNDdOnYHyCrrE-Kwyek3587h38wF8HHI7-ipW5OoWsFqVQKNa3fvqg1kwPrOCvFqpatafa9XD8G_KNdSMV3L1C1G/s1600/IMG_3002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2gY3q8p1JG7CpHoxARhTl6Q-MZXFYgW5f7UG9Wf4l-2sNcOYwI-LkgNDdOnYHyCrrE-Kwyek3587h38wF8HHI7-ipW5OoWsFqVQKNa3fvqg1kwPrOCvFqpatafa9XD8G_KNdSMV3L1C1G/s320/IMG_3002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680432916894732562" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPoHr6Bu-YAMSqV2qCBVxv2ymS4TtmRqlPCOFU2AuwZ5tAtRdGaACeBUSIwVGMtzEbNR71JxkyXw8gQtRmQXQJwbsfId-4CYUheyy008ATWFFYrHtcMBOQVXgoR_jahCKD5_j98u7rETPE/s1600/IMG_3004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPoHr6Bu-YAMSqV2qCBVxv2ymS4TtmRqlPCOFU2AuwZ5tAtRdGaACeBUSIwVGMtzEbNR71JxkyXw8gQtRmQXQJwbsfId-4CYUheyy008ATWFFYrHtcMBOQVXgoR_jahCKD5_j98u7rETPE/s320/IMG_3004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680432915167152226" /></a><br />It has happened! Hugo's head has been shaved. <div><br /></div><div>I know it seems like I am a little crazy about his hair and I am. It is not so much that have a weird obsession with his hair, it just was so cute and there is something about the first haircut that takes away a little of the baby factor in kids. It seems to make them more grown up all the sudden. Too fast for me. And this is all a part of my crazy attempt to keep him a baby....forever. I tried to do the same thing with Adriana and it didn't work. I am sadly expecting the same outcome with Hugo.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Hair or no hair, he is my beautiful boy. His eyes are so incredible and from the pictures I can tell you, I am in trouble. Those eyes are going to rule me. </div></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-72223134319068419772011-11-22T22:15:00.002-07:002011-11-23T09:09:58.387-07:00Giving Thanks, Part 2How could I possibly talk about all I am thankful for in this process without mentioning the most important part of all of this, Huguenson!<br /><br />I am not sure how to do this without writing it directly to him. I hope that one day, when he is older, I can show him this blog so he may have an understanding of how our family came to be. And not so he can read of the struggles of adoption but the road that brought us to be our unique, amazing, kooky family. So here we go.<br /><br />To my sweet Hugo,<div><br /></div><div>As we get ready to celebrate Thanksgiving, a time to give thanks and gratitude for what we have and what has happened over the past year, I can't help but put you at the top of my list. The decision your dad and I made to start this adoption path was one of the best we ever made. The minute we saw your picture, we knew that you were meant to be our child and so thankful that our path led us to you. You were the missing piece to our family and finding us has made our hearts complete. <div><br /></div><div>As you read this blog, you will read of the many trials that are international adoption. But not for one minute should you ever feel the burden of that pain. The pain is only the longing we have to get your home with us and part of our everyday life so we can love you in person instead of from afar. And please always know the joy and happiness we feel EVERY DAY that you are our son and coming home to us is far greater than anything else. Thinking of you and loving you brings me so much joy that I can never thank you enough already for being my son. </div><div><br /></div><div> I thank God for you every single moment of every day. I want you to know that you are so loved by your mommy, daddy and sister here that we spend our days planning and excited for the day we can bring you home. There is not a minute you are not on our mind and in our hearts. Until then, I hope you can feel our love and security with each visit that we get to be with you. That time is so magical and precious. </div><div><br /></div><div>We love you so much sweet boy and cannot wait to bring you home. You have made my heart complete. </div><div><br /></div><div>Love Mommy</div><div><br /></div></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196101132297525981.post-29126693684384281022011-11-17T12:01:00.006-07:002011-11-20T11:15:50.997-07:00Gratitude, Support, Love, Our Cup Runneth OverSo I spend a lot of time on here fretting about adoption woes. I spend a lot of time concentrating on the hardness of it all and the discouraging news and delays. And while I still feel that on a daily basis and since it is the season to feel thankful and gratitude for what we do have, I thought I would give it a whirl in the adoption realm.<div><br /></div><div>When we first started this process I focused so much on the people that were not supportive, said mean things and were downright horrible about it. With every turn I learn to tune these people out more and more and hope that they never have to feel the feelings and heartbreak I felt by their words and actions. But as we have gone along in this process, not only has our life been changed by a little boy that has filled a hole in our hearts, but we have been uplifted and transformed by the amazing people that have come into our lives, or become stronger influences in our lives through their love, support and friendship. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have to start with family. Family can mean good and bad things to people. To me, it brings out good. We have always had a great family and amazing support, but I never knew how much they would embrace us and help us through this process. We haven't even gotten Hugo home and they are just as excited and in love with him as we are. They have taken on caring for Adriana when we travel to visit him and do it with a smile and are so happy to have her. We could not ask for better people to have in our family. Whether they are a Smith, an Etchepare, living near or far, they have all been so fantastic. We are truly lucky and blessed with an amazing family.</div><div><br /></div><div>After we visited Haiti the first time, I was invited by the wonderful people we met their to be a part of a private group on Facebook called Team Haiti. I was really excited to stay connected with all the families we had met and have a group to talk to about this process to that were feeling and going through the same things we were. And as excited as I was, I never knew the impact this group would have on my life. They have literally become a lifeline of support, friendship and sanity that I could have never imagined finding. It is such a diverse group of people in different stages of life and parenthood, but we are all connected with a common bond of adopting from Haiti and knowing the happiness, pain, and anguish that comes with this process. And we are all going through it together. We may be in different stages of the adoption game but we all know the feeling of waiting and hoping that everyday good news will come our way. And being there for each other when that day doesn't turn out the good news we had hoped for. What is so remarkable is the friendships I have created and that these people are people I would want to be friends with even without this life circumstance. To say I am thankful for this group is an understatement. I am thankful to the 1,000th degree. </div><div><br /></div><div>We are also blessed with such an amazing group of friends and nothing has made us more thankful for that then the love and support we have felt from them over the past year and a half. To our old friends that have stepped up and loved us, to the new friends we have made through this process, to the people that have just surprised us and supported us, we are forever grateful. </div><div><br /></div><div>And lastly, to the random strangers that we have run into, met and have given us encouragement from the most strange places. I am thankful for the lady that gave me a hug at Olive Garden when I started crying because I was so overwhelmed by the crapiness of my day I could no longer hold it in. I am thankful for the checker at Wal Mart that asked about the 30 rattles I was buying for the orphanage and gave me so much encouragement for what we are doing in our 5 minute interaction. I am thankful for the blog comment of encouraging words I received from a lady in Arkansas that got my son's information from her church to send him a present this Christmas at the orphanage. We have found hope and encouragement in the most unlikely of places and I am so thankful. </div><div><br /></div><div>And for the caretakers, the workers, the people in Haiti. They are such an amazing group of people with a faith that inspires and amazes me. To Angie, the missionary that loves and takes care of our children. I have met her once and she is such a blessing. She is faced with things each day that would break me down. And she faces it with grace and courage. She inspires me to do better and be better. I am so thankful for them and sending prayers to them for strength in the face of sadness and tragedy they have endured this week. </div><div><br /></div><div>And last, but certainly not least, our daughter. She is 3, but sometimes I feel her wisdom and kindness are that of an adult. She has been so amazing and excited to have a brother. She has prayed for him to be safe and happy until he comes home to us. She talks about him every day with such excitement, it is catching. She does not understand this process and I would never expect her to, but I feel that she gets the bigger picture. She has endured me and my mood swings that have been created by this process, and she has hugged me and given me words of encouragement at the very right moments. Every day she tells me something new she wants to do to help her brother feel ok when he comes home. She gives me hope, strength and the power to just be ok on days that I feel nothing but ok. She while this is all foreign to her, she somehow finds a way to comprehend and understand in her way. She keeps me laughing and focused on what is important in life. Every single day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Our cup runneth over. </div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08727581137354610781noreply@blogger.com1