It's so bizarre - one part of The Story of The Baby, is that the reason she popped on the scene so fast was because we were "supposed" to have been placed with a pregnant girl who was due to give birth in August. Well, what ended up happening is that the hospital was going to give The Joo the boot, so she needed a family like *yesterday* so that's why we got called in. Well, we always wondered about the "other baby", and what would go down there... I mean we had already gotten mentally kind of attached to the idea of that baby, but obviously we go along with destiny when it pokes you in the face.
Well anyway, in a funky twist of fate, we hear from Social Worker that that baby was born yesterday, (early) and was also a girl (so we would've gotten a girl anyway, much to my bamboozlement)... and... has just been placed with a family from none other than... my own home country!! Holy cow! Talk about a child being destined to be an American!
But the even stranger twist, is that Social Worker phones yesterday to ask about the holiday apartments we're staying in, because Other Baby's new family is coming over this weekend from the States, and will need a place to stay.
SO HOW WEIRD IS THAT!? They're going to be staying like right next door to us... we're going to be right next to our Would-Be daughter!? We even bought a couple clothes & necessities for Other Baby (which S.W. has for her now), because we felt bad that us taking The Joo was kinda leaving the pregnant girl in the lurch when she was totally aware that her baby had been placed with us (obviously only for a couple days, as S.W. was able to find this family for her within a day or two of the baby coming) and we're probably going to be seeing those little onesies walking around (well, being carried around) the hallway, within the next week! Wow. I dunno - maybe it's bizarre for me to even be thinking about it, but it is just kinda freaky. And because it's big life-changing-event stuff, me and The Mr. even kinda get the eebie jeebies when we're tempted to make the obligatory "us-kinda" jokes about baby-swapping, etc. Oh well, it's still just another example of how fate works in big ways and makes funny things happen.
OK we're ready to go home now - here are the movies we've seen since last time I wrote:
How to Go on a Date in Queens (bad)
The Upside of Anger (ok)
Away from Her (eh)
I can't wait to go back to G-city, but will miss all the stuff they have here in Whk, like the awesome coffee bar around the corner, the great restaurants up the street, and the very much more "with it" kinda people here. I am also NOT looking forward to having to go back to the office and what not, but ultimately being reunited with the other puppies & having our own bed back will trump all that stuff. Also, having an oven will be nice... I stupidly bought a frozen pizza for us, without realizing we don't have an oven. Which meant I had to cook it in the microwave which ended up in a floppy wet pizza, which I then tried to dry out by putting *directly on* the electric burner of the stovetop, which didn't necessarily do what I wanted but rather ended up giving me a kitchen full of smoke. Awesome.
Well anyway, in a funky twist of fate, we hear from Social Worker that that baby was born yesterday, (early) and was also a girl (so we would've gotten a girl anyway, much to my bamboozlement)... and... has just been placed with a family from none other than... my own home country!! Holy cow! Talk about a child being destined to be an American!
But the even stranger twist, is that Social Worker phones yesterday to ask about the holiday apartments we're staying in, because Other Baby's new family is coming over this weekend from the States, and will need a place to stay.
SO HOW WEIRD IS THAT!? They're going to be staying like right next door to us... we're going to be right next to our Would-Be daughter!? We even bought a couple clothes & necessities for Other Baby (which S.W. has for her now), because we felt bad that us taking The Joo was kinda leaving the pregnant girl in the lurch when she was totally aware that her baby had been placed with us (obviously only for a couple days, as S.W. was able to find this family for her within a day or two of the baby coming) and we're probably going to be seeing those little onesies walking around (well, being carried around) the hallway, within the next week! Wow. I dunno - maybe it's bizarre for me to even be thinking about it, but it is just kinda freaky. And because it's big life-changing-event stuff, me and The Mr. even kinda get the eebie jeebies when we're tempted to make the obligatory "us-kinda" jokes about baby-swapping, etc. Oh well, it's still just another example of how fate works in big ways and makes funny things happen.
OK we're ready to go home now - here are the movies we've seen since last time I wrote:
How to Go on a Date in Queens (bad)
The Upside of Anger (ok)
Away from Her (eh)
I can't wait to go back to G-city, but will miss all the stuff they have here in Whk, like the awesome coffee bar around the corner, the great restaurants up the street, and the very much more "with it" kinda people here. I am also NOT looking forward to having to go back to the office and what not, but ultimately being reunited with the other puppies & having our own bed back will trump all that stuff. Also, having an oven will be nice... I stupidly bought a frozen pizza for us, without realizing we don't have an oven. Which meant I had to cook it in the microwave which ended up in a floppy wet pizza, which I then tried to dry out by putting *directly on* the electric burner of the stovetop, which didn't necessarily do what I wanted but rather ended up giving me a kitchen full of smoke. Awesome.
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